I Unintentionally Cured the Grand Duke’s Insomnia - Chapter 93
47. — The Secret Behind the Original Novel (1)
I left the cafe and walked wherever my feet took me.
I thought meeting Million would make me feel a little better.
Since he was a much more capable and accomplished writer than I, who had become famous for reasons other than the content of the book, I figured seeking advice from him would somewhat organize my chaotic thoughts a little.
However, that wasn’t the case at all.
After meeting him, I felt like my mind had become even more of a mess… and it felt like the words he said to me would never be forgotten.
〈 It seems that Young Lady Adelia doesn’t sincerely want to apologize. 〉
〈 Isn’t Young Lady Adelia simply trying to apologize to make yourself feel better? 〉
My steps, which I had been taking without thinking, abruptly came to a halt.
After finishing the conversation with him, I couldn’t help but think that perhaps I didn’t truly want to apologize, just as he had suggested.
…In truth, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I just wanted to escape from the guilt.
I wiped my face from self-loathing.
I felt like I was going to cry because of the feeling of helplessness of causing problems on my own and being unable to resolve them. Just as I wiped my eyes and walked, I bumped into a child coming around the corner.
The child fell backward and burst into tears.
With a bewildered expression, I fumbled with a panicked look on my face as I hurriedly tried to console the child.
“Does, does it hurt a lot? Are you okay?”
I glanced around and licked my lips at the sight of the child who was sobbing loudly. As I spotted a bakery wafting with the fragrant scent of fresh butter in the air, I quickly raised my hand and pointed.
“Do, do you want me to buy you some cookies?’
“Yeah. You know, that bakery over there is famous for their dragon cookies. Have you ever tried them?”
The child’s eyes sparkled at the mention of cookies.
I continued my words, feeling much more at ease after seeing the child stop crying.
“That bakery is the oldest in Lian. So, they make dragon-shaped cookies that are said to protect Lian…”
While talking to the child, I paused momentarily.
…A dragon that protected Lian?
I was perplexed by the setting that suddenly came to mind.
Certainly, there was no such content in the book I had written or in what I had read back then…
In the meanwhile, the child, who had been frowning at me with pursed lips, rushed towards the voice of their searching mother, and I got up from where I had been sitting.
It was strange.
In the novel I had read, this kind of setting was definitely not explained.
Before I could even judge the situation, I heard a loud collision on the cobblestone ground of the square. As I turned my head with an instinctive feeling of ominousness running down my spine, I could see a carriage approaching me at a terrifying speed.
“Move! Get out of the way!”
Accompanied by the wild antics of the horse breaking free from the coachman’s control, I saw the terrified face of the coachman.
The horse leaped around uncontrollably, kicking up dirt from the ground.
Even though I knew I had to move right away to avoid the approaching horse and carriage, my frozen body wouldn’t budge. At that moment, my perception slowed down, and a jumble of memories, some of which I couldn’t identify as my own, overlapped with the sight of the carriage rushing towards me.
〈 Mother, Father, the work I wrote this time has become a million-seller on the platform… 〉
〈 Are you saying that your writing, which doesn’t even look like a piece of literature, became a million-seller? 〉
〈 It’s so crude. I can’t believe that you would boast about this kind of writing as an accomplishment. 〉
〈 Stop writing. I’m afraid someone will find out that it was my daughter who wrote such a thing. 〉
At their harsh words, the woman standing in front of them had a dark expression. The woman, whose face was somehow unfamiliar, wordlessly took the book she had handed to the two of them back in her arms again.
Seeing that expression, my heart ached sharply.
As tears fell onto the book held to her chest, the woman abruptly turned and rushed out of the house. She didn’t look back, running out into the streets as if escaping from a large mansion, and she sprinted down the road frantically. The woman who had been running for a long time, crying sadly, stopped abruptly on the road where cars were running.
Tears rolled down the woman’s cheeks as she saw the headlights of the oncoming car racing toward her.
As if realizing her impending demise, the woman slowly closed her eyes. In her hand, she held the book she had written, which she had stayed up late every night. Through the flashing headlights, the title of the book the woman was holding became visible.
The Grand Duke was saved by the Saint.
It was the original work I had plagiarized from…
No, it was my book that I wrote.
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For some reason, the memories came rushing back in an instant.
In that brief moment when the carriage was about to run me over, I recalled my real past life, which had been swapped with someone whose name I didn’t know.
My parents were quite renowned figures in the literary world.
Among the books they had published, there were bestsellers and quite a few that anyone would recognize just by hearing the title.
Because of that, writing was a source of great pride for the two of them, yet it was also a relentless nightmare.
I was always alone in their spacious and luxurious home, watching the two of them spend their entire lives locked away in their study, writing. Other people might have told me to be content with a perfectly well-off upbringing, but I yearned for the affection of my parents.
I think that was why I started writing on the internet little by little, following in their footsteps.
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