My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 77.2
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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“I’m sorry, Lily.”
“And?”
“…Please forgive me.”
“What about Charlotte?”
“Charlotte… I am really sorry.”
“It wasn’t enough that you have been harassing me so far, you even tried to poison me today.”
“…I am really sorry.”
“There was a time when you accused Charlotte of being a thief.”
“…That too…”
“Huu, Missus Seymour…”
I sighed deeply and asked with a benevolent but cold smile.
“Did you believe that?”
“……?”
“You are really stupid to believe that if you get down on your knees and beg, you will be forgiven.”
“…Wh…What…?”
Missus Seymour looked shocked and her shoulders were trembling. Her eyes fluttered like candles in the wind. I said in a very pitiful tone.
“It was all a lie, Missus Seymour. There’s no way I can forgive you.”
Forgiveness was not an obligation.
It was neither beautiful nor noble.
It was mere mercy given, since the person was wishing for it.
So whether I forgive or not, it was up to me.
“And sorry, Missus Seymour. I have no intention of killing you right away. That would be too boring.”
“H-How dare you trick me?!”
“What’s the big deal about tricking you? Isn’t it much more conscientious than trying to poison a sick person to kill her?”
“……!”
At that moment Missus Seymour flinched, feeling the remorse in her conscience. Faint bewilderment flashed through her countenance.
But I knew that reaction didn’t come from genuinely feeling remorse towards me.
Missus Seymour only regrets that her plan was thwarted because she was not able to finish off Charlotte completely, and I caught sight of her poisoning me.
She’s just suffering from the collapse of the life she has built up for years. She probably was not feeling a single ounce of guilt.
Even if I had truly died by her hand, she wouldn’t have felt sorry for me in the slightest.
Because she was that kind of person.
“This spirit is Somnia. It is a dream spirit.”
“…….”
I introduced her to Somnia, the purple mist enveloping me. Missus Seymour muttered in disbelief.
“That’s ridiculous… How can you… An illegitimate child with no lineage to enter a contract with the spirit…!”
I replied in a voice mixed with a slight sneer.
“Well, to the spirit, don’t all humans look the same?”
[ No. ]
“…….”
Yes, I understand. I replied to Somnia in my heart and then spoke again.
“You will now be forever trapped in the nightmare of your greatest fear, Missus Seymour.”
“……!”
“Good night.”
In the next moment, a purple mist overtook Missus Seymour. Missus Seymour struggled in fear with a pale face.
“Help, help! Help me! Aacckk!”
She tried to shake off the mist, but of course, the mist was out of her grasp.
Moments later, Somnia returned to my side. Missus Seymour, closed her eyes which had lost their light. Now she will wander through a recurring nightmare. Once she’d wake up, she would not be able to tell the difference between reality and nightmares, and would finally go crazy for real.
[ Are you really going to be okay with this? You don’t want to kill her? ]
“I’m okay. In this world…”
I stroked Somnia and approached Charlotte. As I got relaxed, my legs buckled under me. Fortunately, the wound on Charlotte’s forehead was not big. I let out a sigh of relief and spoke again.
“In this world, there are things more painful than death.”
What that is, I know all too well.
“…Anyway, we need to call someone now. Maybe Jane will come soon… ah…”
Someone’s blood dripped onto Charlotte’s unconscious body.
No, it was my blood.
Immediately, blood poured out of my mouth. In an instant, my mind went blank.
…Damn, I think the poison Missus Seymour gave me actually was killing me. I thought I would be fine because I had ingested only a small amount.
[ Lily…! ]
Somnia urgently called me.
Then, the door burst open, and someone rushed inside.
I could see the person’s figure through blurry vision. He hurried towards me. …Even in the middle of it, it was funny to think that his arms were warm.
I mustered up what’s left of my strength and pointed at the crystal vial that had fallen to the floor. And, I barely opened my mouth to speak.
“Poison… antidote…”
Soon, my vision went black.
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