I Unintentionally Cured the Grand Duke’s Insomnia - Chapter 85

43. — Facing A Mistake (1)

Yeah, it wasn’t something that could be resolved by crying.

Avoiding it wouldn’t solve anything, and hiding wouldn’t make it go away. It was something I did knowingly, and it was my mistake. It was something that deserved to be condemned, and even if I received blame or ridicule, it was something I had to accept. So, hiding like this was also a mistake.

“Why don’t you eat slowly?”

“….?”

“I’m worried you might get sick this time.”

The soup that Lily had brought for me was empty before I knew it.

Despite his pleas to slow down, Cain pushed his untouched soup toward me. Watching him make a face that seemed as if he was going to say something, I playfully raised the corner of my mouth.

“I usually eat more than this. Today, I’m holding back a bit.”

“….?”

“I didn’t eat or drink anything for three days, so if I suddenly eat a lot, I might get sick, like Your Highness said.”

Cain burst out laughing as if he was stunned at the words I added while smiling. Then, his head tilted slightly askew as I tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into the soup he had pushed toward me.

“You must have had a hard time not eating and drinking for three days.”

“A little bit? If it had been a few more days, I might have starved to death.”

His face crumpled in disapproval as I playfully responded to his sarcastic remarks. As I dipped the remaining bread back into the soup, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his somewhat chilled expression and quickly added.

“I might have! But of course, I’m perfectly fine now.”

“Adelia.”

“Yes.”

“I told you last time.”

“….”

“I think it would be better for you to always be careful when you talk.”

“That’s right. I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

When I quickly admitted my mistake and apologized, his stern face softened slightly.

I rubbed my chest with a shiver, wondering how I could have forgotten Cain’s intense madness after only three days of starvation. Feeling somewhat choked up, I reached for a teacup, but Cain spoke first.

“So, what are you planning to do today?”

“Well… I thought I might meet with Lord Million and ask him for some advice.”

“Who?”

“Lord Million Bl—”

Cain’s face turned grim in an instant.

I swallowed dryly, meeting his eyes.

…I made a mistake. Certainly, bringing up Million Black, whom we had an unpleasant encounter with last time, wasn’t a good idea!

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk at the sight of me choosing my words carefully.

“It seems like the two of you have become quite close in just a few days, to the point where you call the Young Lord’ Million’.”

“It, it’s not like that.”

“….”

“I-I misspoke. I made a mistake again this time, too.”

“….”

“I meant to say ‘Milcell,’ the author, not Young Lord Million. I guess people’s names get mixed up after starving for three days.”

“….”

“…Ah, I’ll never starve myself from now on. Haha.”

I forced a painfully awkward laugh and averted my gaze. Pretending to be oblivious to his stinging gaze at the side of my face, I gulped down my tea before I awkwardly smiled as I set down the cleanly emptied teacup.

…Surely, he didn’t happen to know that Million Black and Milcell are the same person, right?

I glanced furtively, checking his reaction, as Cain reached for the teacup placed in front of me and asked.

“Then, when do you plan to meet this Milcell person?”

“I think I should start by sending a letter and asking when we might be able to meet. Of course, just because I do that doesn’t mean we’ll definitely get to meet.”

He was the only famous writer I knew in the world.

If I couldn’t get in touch with Million, I might have to go to the Marquis Black’s estate as a last resort, but I really wanted to avoid it as much as possible. Walking into the house of the novel’s ultimate villain with the body of an extra was simply absurd unless I had a death wish.

Million Black, the heir of Marquis Black and the author Milcell.

The thought of confessing my sins to him, who had openly expressed disdain for authors who plagiarized, made my lips dry with tension. Of course, I thought now was better than the past three days, when I had been stuck crying, though it was still frightening to confess my fault. But now, I wanted to gather my courage for the sake of those who care about me.

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