Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Side Story 17
Side Story 17
Translator: Yonnee
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Mercy woke up at dawn, waiting for Schubert.
Their date started early due to Adela’s birthday today.
Having gone shopping for a gift for Adela, Mercy also bought a gift for Schubert after much deliberation.
Though Schubert’s birthday was still far off, she thought a gift like this would be fine.
“It’s not even expensive.”
So, it didn’t matter if she gave it to him now.
Whether ‘that’ Schubert actually recognized today’s meeting as a date was still uncertain, but meeting and talking alone like this was quite an improvement.
‘…Even if it did take a lot of time.’
Looking at the results now, all that time wasn’t wasted at all.
Thinking of Schubert’s face, Mercy couldn’t help but smile and fan herself.
“Phew, when is he going to arrive?”
There wasn’t much time before Adela’s birthday party, and she couldn’t understand why he was being so slow. Was he really an assassin?
Mercy, full of complaints, suddenly stopped.
It was then. The memories of her previous life returned.
Terrible, unwanted memories.
…She remembered her relationship with Schubert vividly.
And why she had kept a proper distance from him.
“……”
It wasn’t hard to understand what had happened.
Jung-in and Albert had adapted to the world changed by Rosé Artius, and Albert, having returned to the past, had altered Mercy’s past.
Mercy felt both grateful and resentful about this.
The fact that Albert must have struggled in his returned life and still went out of his way to change her past.
Mercy clenched her fists. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion.
But the biggest problem was…
“Did it come back to you too?”
It was Schubert, now appearing before her, casually asking about the return of memories.
Mercy narrowed her eyes and responded with her usual expression.
“Yes, so you don’t look like a man to me anymore.”
Suppressing emotions was something she was used to. It wasn’t the first time.
Schubert, raising one eyebrow, approached and placed his finger on her furrowed brow.
“Lies. Do you think I can’t read that much? I’ve been around you for how long in this life?”
He clearly didn’t believe her. Mercy sighed.
If she had revealed her emotions even slightly, Schubert, who wasn’t a fool, wouldn’t be deceived.
“Schubert, I’m the daughter of ‘Belfort’. You were a victim of his too. Now that we both remember, it isn’t right to meet like this.”
Even in her previous life, she hadn’t been completely without feelings for Schubert.
But since Belfort had played a major role in the Marquis Evnen’s banquet and was complicit in crimes afterwards, Mercy had suppressed her feelings.
She never intended to reveal her emotions to Schubert her entire life.
Just being able to joke and laugh as friends was enough.
Even that seemed too much for a criminal’s daughter like her.
Schubert frowned and flicked her forehead.
It didn’t hurt much, but the sudden tap made Mercy cry out in surprise. Schubert spoke nonchalantly.
“Drop the guilt. It wasn’t you who did it.”
“…But I share his blood.”
“But you killed him.”
“That doesn’t justify my helping him back then.”
Schubert frowned.
He knew Mercy would change after her memories returned, but he hadn’t expected her to be this obstinate.
Perhaps, he should have known.
In their previous life, Mercy had cared for the children Belfort brought, those to be sold through human trafficking.
At first, she believed Belfort brought them for her.
Even after learning his true intentions after the Marquis Evnen’s banquet, she had no choice but to follow him.
And even before reuniting with Schubert, things were almost the same until she began the rebellion and replaced the people in the tower.
Mercy had decided to spend her life atoning for her cowardice and guilt.
On the surface, she seemed fine, but she kept a proper distance from everyone and hid her feelings.
But that life no longer existed.
After his memories returned, Schubert realized the blessing his liege had bestowed upon him.
Albert had given them a blessing, freeing them from the tormenting memories and traumas that had haunted them.
In their restored lives, he had eliminated the sources of their traumas one by one.
Their hearts had always been tainted by guilt towards Albert and the darkness of their childhoods.
“Playing around, huh? Who was it that approached me first, only to back away now?”
Schubert approached Mercy and ruffled her hair irritably.
Mercy bit her lip and raised her staff.
At that moment, Schubert hugged her tightly.
No matter how quick Mercy was, she couldn’t match the agility of Schubert, an active assassin.
“Well, I can’t let you go now.”
And his embrace was too warm.
“Isn’t it irresponsible to turn the eyes of someone who only saw His Majesty? I even brought flowers for you today.”
Mercy couldn’t resist the embrace she had longed for.
“If it’s that guilt, allow me to carry that weight with you. So stop saying strange things.”
In the early morning, fresh white snow began to fall.
It might have been cold outside, but inside, their hearts touched and warmed each other.
In that embrace, Mercy cried her heart out.
The feelings she had to suppress her entire life finally connected.
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