leonardwarren Chapter 148
Chapter 148
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇How can one describe the feeling of realizing the tower you meticulously built is made of sand?
Honor, power, the stability you sought through any means necessary…it all crumbled in an instant. There had been no warning, just as before.
Once again, his life began to unravel for the same reason.
Treason.
He had been falsely accused, yet the Taylor family offered no defense. He knew how this played out now.
No matter how hard he struggled, his death was predetermined.
Not by divine intervention, but by a conspiracy between Kaitel and the Taylor family.
“…Why me?”
“You still haven’t accepted reality? You still have the strength to talk after all that?”
He didn’t know how much time had passed. His body was broken, beyond repair.
The Crown Prince, who had visited him during a sleepless night, had offered a simple proposition, leave Miragen and the child unharmed, and surrender.
He knew then that it was over. He had failed again. He had struggled, but he hadn’t reached his goal.
What had gone wrong?
Even as he writhed in pain, his mind raced,
He wondered what Miragen would think if she saw him like this.
If it weren’t for Yuria’s previous torture, he wouldn’t even have the mental capacity to think of Miragen.
He was subjected to verbal abuse. He was used to Yuria’s insults, but his father’s words stung.
He didn’t understand what was so important about the family name. At least he knew Miragen was safe.
He could still speak then, and he had told her he would see her again, hoping she wouldn’t realize he was about to die.
“…I won’t have a child next time.”
He wasn’t sure if it would be the same child, even if they had another.
He had already given their unborn child a name, grown attached, and now…he wouldn’t even see its face.
Would things be different if they had met sooner, had the child earlier? No, he would probably continue to die for a while.
He might escape this cycle of regressions sooner if he severed his ties with Miragen and found another way, but…he was too foolish to abandon her.
He would meet Miragen in every life.
He didn’t know how long these feelings would last, but she had become more important to him than anything else.
There were so many places he hadn’t been, so many words he hadn’t said.
Would he be able to express everything when they met again? No, that would be difficult.
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He would die many more times.
Could he ensure Miragen wouldn’t grieve, even as he suffered? He would try.
He would strive for a future where he and Miragen could find happiness.
When a small light touched his eye, he knew it was his last day.
What would he say to her when they met again in his next life? And the next? And finally, when the regressions ended, what would he say?
He hadn’t found the answer by the time the executioner’s blade touched his neck, his eyes meeting Miragen’s.
He died countless more times, until he finally reached his thirty-fifth iteration.
He started his new life, still unable to express everything he wanted to tell her.
“What will I do this time?”
As always, he woke up in his bed on a summer day, twenty years old, a strange sensation washing over him.
Perhaps it was a warning of the future to come. He had to be careful.
He hoped she wouldn’t grieve, even when this story reached its end.
It was difficult to speak of this with a smile.
It was, after all, a tragic past.
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