I Unintentionally Cured the Grand Duke’s Insomnia - Chapter 96
48. — The Secret Behind the Original Novel (4)
I was glad that they might be the memories of someone who loved my work as much as I did, or perhaps even more, and it was heartbreaking to think that they were the memories of someone who had suffered just as much as I did.
With a sigh, the scattered thoughts that had been in disarray gradually settled into place.
After learning the truth, I considered it fortunate that my self-esteem, which had plummeted to the bottom of the Earth, was slowly on the rise once again. And I was grateful that my book, which I had written with all my heart, wasn’t a case of plagiarism. No one would consider it plagiarism if I, who was the original author in that world, released the same book in this world!
Behind the newfound sense of ease, the sound of the heartbeat that I heard at the last moment came to mind. I remembered his hand on my back, firmly clasped but shaking.
Was that Cain?
I recalled his face as he reached out his hand towards me.
I recalled the voice telling me that if I were wrong, we would ask for forgiveness together.
I recalled his hand, which, unlike usual, was very cold.
…I wanted to hold it.
I wanted to ask him why his hand was so cold and why he looked at me with such a face. I wanted to ask if he was so startled because he thought I was going to die… and if that was why his heart was beating so strongly and his trembling hand held me so tightly.
I wanted to reassure him.
I wanted to let him know that I was okay, that thanks to him, I could live safely, and I wanted him to know that there was nothing wrong with my book. I also wanted to tell him that I was glad not to burden him with my problems, as his life must have already been difficult with so many burdens.
…I wanted to say thank you to you for saying that my book, which even I couldn’t save, was his salvation.
I made a great effort to lift my heavy eyelids.
Beneath the trembling eyelashes, a light slowly seeped in.
As I blinked slowly against a vision that wasn’t quite as clear as I wanted it to be, I felt someone holding my hand tightly. When I slowly lowered my gaze towards him, Cain, who held my hand tightly with both of his hands, had his forehead against the back of my hand. I watched his figure and tightened my grip on the hand he was holding. He was so surprised that he straightened his bent back and looked at me as if it was something he hadn’t expected.
Looking at him like that, I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled.
“…Are you not hungry?”
“….”
“I think I’m hungry.”
A chuckle escaped his lips as he realized that my words, spoken in a sleepy voice, were unlikely to come from someone who had just opened her eyes.
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Lyle narrowed his brows as he recalled the story he heard from the coachman.
The coachman, who knew how serious his mistake was, calmly explained the situation. The beginning of this incident was that he was almost late for his appointment due to a late lunch. And it was the shortcuts he took to avoid his master’s thunderous wrath that got him into this situation.
It didn’t seem like he was lying.
However, if someone asked if he was innocent, then that wasn’t the case. More than anything, there were many strange things to this incident. The fact that the usually well-behaved horse suddenly went out of control, breaking free from the coachman’s control, and the horse that caused the accident suddenly cried out loudly and died.
Lyle frowned as he looked at the dead horse with its tongue sticking out.
‘Could this situation just be a coincidence?’
He didn’t think so.
There must be something… something he hadn’t noticed.
Something I haven’t noticed.
“Sir Lyle.”
Lyle turned his head at the sound of a voice calling out to him. The owner of the bookstore where he had recently purchased a book on Cain’s errand greeted him.
“…Ah, it’s been a while.”
Did he say his name was Note?
Lyle looked at the coachman, who was staring helplessly at the dead horse and broken carriage, and then turned his head.
“But I’m a little busy right now…”
Oh, have you finished all the books you bought a while ago?”
Books?
His face turned bright red as he remembered the books he had bought last time at Note’s mention. Noticing this, Note spoke in a low voice as if whispering.
“If you’re looking for more similar books, please come by anytime! I’ll have them prepared by category.”
“Oh, no! I won’t be needing such books anymore…”
Was it true? Would that really be the case?
Lyle fell silent as he remembered Cain, who had been telling him to buy and collect all kinds of books. As he looked at Note, who was waiting for him to answer, he reluctantly responded.
“…Sure. The payment for the books from last time, I’ll take care of it today…”
“Yes? No! As I mentioned back then, there’s no need for you to pay for the books!”
“It’s something His Highness personally ordered.”
“Oh, um, well then. In that case, would it be okay to receive something else instead of payment for the books?”
“What do you mean, something else?”
Nodding cautiously in response to Lyle’s words, Note whispered to him.
“I would appreciate it if you could find a person for me.”
It was a request that sounded somewhat peculiar.
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