Chapter 213. Find someone you like to be your lover. ...
He just walked over casually, sat down next to me, and acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The others also seemed to think it was "natural" for us to sit together, and didn't show any surprise.
Everyone accepted our relationship as one of lovers. No one thought it was inappropriate. We married for profit, and then I found someone I liked to be my lover.
I didn't even glance at the man beside me, but simply held a glass of wine and took several small sips. This was unprecedented for me; I used to be a teetotaler.
King Amur arrived, accompanied by two alluring and beautiful women who clung to him like snakes. He laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying the company.
King Amur was actually quite handsome; the lights illuminated his features, which resembled those of Bernard, but instead of beauty, he exuded a greasy aura born from the fermentation of selfishness and malice.
Time is fair. The good looks of youth will gradually reveal the true bone structure beneath the skin as time goes by.
I looked at Bernard again, his features exquisite and deep, his unparalleled deep blue eyes breathtakingly beautiful. I recalled what he looked like in his old age. To be honest, I couldn't remember much anymore, only his angry, panicked gaze, the fear of losing time and his lover.
Bernard suddenly hugged me, which startled me, and I couldn't break free.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “Your appearance frightens me.”
What are you afraid of?
"I'm afraid you'll leave me."
I ignored him. He hugged me tighter, "Let's have a child, maybe that's the only way to keep you here."
Perhaps he already sensed at that time that we would eventually separate, and that we would be separated for a long time.
An inexplicable fear gripped him tightly.
"Lord Manberia, Prime Minister of the North, has arrived!" The attendant's shout dispelled the fear, and everyone's eyes turned to the banquet hall entrance.
Manberia, dressed in a magnificent white robe, entered surrounded by guards and maids. The guards stood at the door, while the maids followed Manberia as he slowly walked in.
King Amur stood up with a smile, thus giving Manboa a grand welcome.
Manberia went directly to the throne, smiled and bowed, and was seated next to the throne.
Throughout the entire process, Manberia did not look at me.
I hadn't seen him for several years, and he had lost a lot of weight; his face, arms, and body were all noticeably thinner than before. But his attire was much more glamorous than before. His neck, chest, wrists, and ankles were adorned with gemstone necklaces, crystal bracelets, and jade bangles, and he wore several rings on all ten fingers. The ocean crystal earrings he wore were sparkling and shimmering with a brilliant blue light, making him quite striking.
He was more noble than before, with an extraordinary aura. His long, beautiful blue hair was exquisite and smooth, every strand exuding nobility, even overshadowing his exquisite features.
The noblemen and women looked at them with amazement, admiration, infatuation, and even a sense of longing.
After glancing at it lazily for a few moments, I looked away, took a couple of sips of wine, and ate a couple of grapes.
As the music began, the ball officially started. Magnificent skirts blossomed into flowers in the firelight and music, swaying and twirling, making one dizzy and somewhat dazzled.
Manberia walked up to me through the envious gazes, extended his hand, and teased, "May I dance with my daughter's mother?"
Gold rings, diamond rings, and sapphire rings gleamed on his index, ring, and middle fingers.
His long, slender fingers, adorned with glittering jewels, mirrored the light in his eyes.
I took his hand, and Bernard initially tried to stop me, but then gave up.
Amidst the dizzying music and firelight, he spun me around, asking, "Can I take you home?" This home referred to the North.
"Can you take it with you?" I asked him in return.
He could not take me from the heavily guarded capital of the East.
He smiled and said, "Whether you can take it or not depends on your determination."
"What benefits would I get if I went with you?" I smiled back.
“Come with me, and you will at least be the wife of the Prime Minister of the North. If you stay here, you will only be the wife of an exiled prince and the mistress of an unloved prince.”
"Forget it, it's the same for me everywhere. I'm only your wife in the North; elsewhere I'm just a mistress," I said lazily.
He smiled without saying anything, which was taken as tacit agreement.
As someone who wasn't born into nobility, one can never become a nobleman. Even if taken in by a nobleman, one can only become his mistress or lover.
Even someone like me, who accidentally became the legal wife, still finds it difficult to be truly acknowledged by them.
"I have a gift for you." As he turned around, his entire body blocked my view, and a slightly thick letter was stuffed into my chest.
I was somewhat annoyed; this act of blaming me was no less offensive than an insult. But his next words silenced my anger: "Asterix's."
The dance ended quickly. As they were inviting new dance partners, the crowd became quite chaotic, and I took advantage of the confusion to leave the banquet hall.
Turning back hastily, he saw Bernard surrounded by a group of noblewomen, and quickened his pace.
Back in the old nobleman's house, I sat in the study and quickly opened the letter. Inside was only a thin piece of paper and a bloodstained handkerchief.
"Sister, I'm so glad you contacted me. I always thought you hated me. Although I don't know why you asked me for this handkerchief, I decided to give it to you because of the help you've given me and Mother. Sister, I've always been curious why you, a woman with superpowers, came here. What are you doing here? Dating men and having children? If so, you're no different from the women here. Why are the men here chasing after you?"
"I hate you, sister, I really hate you. You eat and do nothing all day long, and all you do is chase after men. But why should a woman like you be chased by men?"
I placed the paper over the candlelight, and it burned to ashes. Then, with a gentle breath, it vanished into thin air.
Then he placed the bloodstained handkerchief on the yellowed map. The map was clearer than before, with a few more lines that connected with the previously broken lines.
To be honest, I don't know why I came here, or if it was just to find a romantic partner. But it's true that I'm just wasting my days eating and doing nothing, and maybe I really should do something.
In modern times, my task is to finish my studies, find a job or start a business—basically, to support myself. In this other world, I'm temporarily free from financial worries, so I need to pursue my dreams. But what are my dreams? I don't know.
I've actually become someone without dreams.
I didn't sleep a wink all night. Maybe my dream is to go home, I think. To return to my own world, to live a simple, ordinary life, to be an ordinary person. Here, I can't be an ordinary person, much less a superior one. I'm stuck in the middle, caught between being an ordinary person and being a superior one, living a half-hearted life, filled with worries, inner turmoil, and pain, without even knowing why.
I suddenly realized that my suffering was not innocent at all. A person who doesn't know what they want to do, what they want to do, or what they desire deserves to suffer.
Beatrice's letter made me realize that people always have to do something for themselves.
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