Celebrity Lady - Chapter 138

The translation’s quality improves over time, even I’ve got to admit it was kinda shite in the beginning… So I just knew TODAY (Sept 1st 2024) that this novel still has 16 chapters of SIDE STORIES! I’ll finish it before September ends, so please keep checking this page? Haha

Sshhh… The sound of running water echoed.

Watching the bathroom door where Rubette was showering, Wishit felt restless.

‘For crying out loud, can’t even do a simple job.’

They had felt it as they extended their hand toward Cade Reuben. Now they only had enough power to grant Rubette’s remaining two wishes.

‘Just with that…’

Could they protect Rubette?

With dry lips, Wishit clenched and released their hand, feeling their fading strength…

Sshhh…

“Hey hey you you, I know that you like me~“

Sshhh…

“I want to be your girlfriend~”

Sshhh…

“She’s like so whatever~“

“Ugh.” It had been a while since Wishit had immersed themself in the mood, and a vein popped on their forehead in frustration. “How many hours has it been, seriously?”

She had been in the bathroom for over an hour, singing her heart out while showering.

Since the beginning of the year, she had been happily causing chaos, attracting attention wherever she went, all day long. She seemed to be in a very good mood.

“Enough already, come out!”

“I could be your girlfriend~“

It seemed she couldn’t hear him.

Wishit grimaced in disgust.

How could two souls be so different, even though they were the same? They knew it, but it was still astonishing.

What was it like when she was his first contractee Diollus I, or when she was the timid Rubetria Diollus? Back then, it was unimaginable that she would be boldly singing in the bathroom in the evening, so confident and carefree.

“I want to be your girlfriend~“

“Ugh.”

With a defeated look, Wishit lowered their head and lay on the bed, reaching their hand into the empty air.

‘It’s so easy to be at peace when you know nothing.’

This time, perhaps…

They might be unable to be by their contractee’s side when she grows old and dies.

‘…That would be quite sad.’

***

In Wishit’s long-held memories…

Their contractee, Diollus I, who was facing death, deeply regretted her life. She lay on her sickbed, crying.

“I have committed too many sins.”

Wishit was by her side.

Pretending to be a mere Spirit of Wishes, they had been there for her throughout her life, granting her every desire in their monstrous form…

“I’m sorry, Wishit.”

“Why?”

“I made you do things you didn’t want to because of my own greed.”

There was no malice in her. She had healed the sick, made the poor wealthy, and made those who opposed each other loved each other.

But it had been a mistake.

The unending human greed kept demanding greater things from her.

Someone she had saved had killed their own parents and children…

Someone she had empowered had trampled over many and incited rebellion…

Someone she had supported had exploited and persecuted others…

Ultimately, to rectify all the situations she had created, she had to kill those she had saved and make those she had influenced suffer.

Facing death, all that remained for her was profound regret and self-blame.

“You said you’d wait for me, right? Until I’m born again in this world.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t.”

“…”

“Don’t ever appear again, Wishit. Don’t wait for me, and don’t make contracts with other humans.”

“Because my power ultimately causes chaos in the human world?”

“No. I just don’t want to see you suffer.”

She held Wishit tightly with a hand that had no strength left.

“The tragedy that will happen because of your power, knowing it all and yet having to go through it… It’s just too heartbreaking to see you suffer.”

“I…”

“…”

“I don’t feel anything, really. I’m not human like you. I don’t have any emotions, unlike you—”

“Lies.”

“…”

“You learned from me. Joy, sadness, happiness, guilt. You became human-like because of me.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. Don’t wait for me. Don’t repeat this tragedy and don’t suffer.” She mustered her last bit of strength and smiled brightly. “I love you.”

“…”

“My friend, Wishit. You were the only… light in my painful life.”

…

***

Is she not a funny human?

“I love you.”

“You were the only… light in my painful life.”

After saying such things, why did she ask me not to wait?

Wishit initially intended to grant her final wish of not waiting.

Time passed slowly.

When they missed her, Wishit watched her scattered souls in countless worlds.

“You seem a bit different from other humans.”

No matter how good a person is, they usually have at least one vile fragment in their soul. An adult revered in one world could be a vile criminal in another, or a selfish scoundrel. When these fragments of wicked life came together at the end, the clear mind of the once-adult human would gradually blur.

But…

She was different.

The lives of all her souls were simply beautiful.

Sometimes, she could be foolish, occasionally selfish, and sometimes excessively kind…

“Haha, how silly.”

“If only I had lived just as much in that world, I would have nothing else to wish for.”

“No, really? It’s dangerous, you know?”

Sometimes, Wishit found happiness in glimpsing at her.

And slowly, almost imperceptibly, they found themself falling in love with her…

Yes, love. There are no words to express their feelings for her, but it could be described as something close to love.

Not the common, human, romantic love that people speak of. It was something more complex that couldn’t be simply put into words…

***

“Whoa!”

“Oh, my goodness, you startled me.”

“What are you doing? Already going to bed?”

Wishit, who had been lying on the bed, staring blankly into space, jumped up in surprise at the sound of my voice.

“How many hours have you been showering? And what’s with the pig’s squealing this evening?”

“What? Pig’s squealing? Hey, I’m the one who’s tamed the musical world, you know?”

I picked up the wine glass I had set aside earlier, wrapping my hair in a towel on my shower robe.

“Hehe.”

Today, as always, the ultimate celebrity, Rubetria Diollus, made a big scene everywhere she went!

“Ah… a life in the spotlight, exhausting but irreplaceable,” I murmured as if making a toast in front of the mirror.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, of course.”

Wishit, who had been looking at me with a pitiful look, shook their head in exasperation.

How could I not be happy?

The fashion show had ended successfully, and my glamorous revelation of my true identity would probably be the talk of the town throughout the New Year’s festivities.

I’m a sensation, after all!

“Hahaha!”

The glamorous life of a celebrity!

“Hahaha!”

I spun around in place, savoring the ecstatic feeling.

“Oh, right. This is a bit embarrassing, but I’ve already decided on a name if Lark and I have a child.”

“Ugh.”

Wishit was disgusted.

I almost hurt Lark, but we cleared up the misunderstanding in the end, and our love line became even sweeter. Everything is perfect now!

Now, all that’s left is…

“Annihilation!”

I must take care of the pest problem.

“If only the cockroaches in the palace and the bedbugs in the duke’s residence disappear, my life—”

Oh.

I suddenly had a concern as I spoke, so I approached the window.

“Hmm.”

This is my home, on the third floor. Originally, it was Victor’s room, but I asked my brother to switch with me. I find the first floor a bit scary.

As I looked outside, where it had darkened, Wishit asked, “What are you doing?”

“Yeah, just checking for any suspicious characters.”

Thinking about Cade Reuben, the fan who used to stalk me, sent a shiver down my spine. He had disappeared down that path and never returned, making me even more anxious because he didn’t stand out.

“The marquis?”

“Yeah. You saw him too, right? If I really had a stalker, I’d be trembling. Stalkers pestered me almost my entire life, even when I lived as Juliet. They even continued after I died…!” My teeth clenched. “All because of that damn fan!”

“You’re going to be very tired today. Don’t unnecessarily stress yourself out. Get a good night’s sleep. Nothing will happen.”

“That’s right. Nothing should happen.” As I absentmindedly responded, I suddenly turned to look at Wishit, who had a peculiar nuance in their tone. “Why are you so certain that nothing will happen?”

“What?”

“You sounded like you were sure that nothing would happen.”

Wishit’s eyes darted to the side, caught off guard.

“Hey.”

I approached them with quick steps.

Instinctively, Wishit sensed danger, got up, stumbled backward, and pressed themself against the wall.

“Did you mess with the marquis?”

“No, I meant to say I’d watch over you. If something happens, I’ll wake you up, so sleep soundly.”

“Sorry, but you’re really bad at acting. And lying. Look, your pupils are trembling.”

“What now? Why would my pupils tremble? They’re not.”

“Please, don’t use your power recklessly. I’m scared. I’m worried about what might happen to you,” I held both of their arms tightly and spoke sincerely.

Wishit, silently watching me, murmured, “I didn’t use it. Don’t worry; it’s not like that.”

“Don’t lie!”

Then, at that moment, I was startled.

I had the sensation that Wishit’s body, right in front of me, was becoming blurry. No, it wasn’t a sensation; it was really becoming blurry. Like a ghost.

“Hey, hey. You…”

Slowly, their appearance began to change.

“…?”

Zing!

“…What’s going on?”

The wine glass I held slipped from my hand and shattered into pieces.

“Why are you—”

Wishit, who had been frowning and tilting their head, suddenly looked surprised.

Clank.

It happened instantly, as I felt long, blonde hair cascading over my shoulder.

“…Oh my.”

In the presence of this unfamiliar Wishit, I experienced a sensation as if my breath had been stolen away.

A towering figure that demanded I look up.

An astonishingly beautiful face defied human description, with sparkling blonde hair reaching down to the waist.

And…

Golden eyes that symbolized the power of a summoner.

Facing this unfamiliar man, dressed in beautiful silk garments reminiscent of mythical deities, I stood frozen.

“…”

“…”

We stared at each other as if enchanted, completely captivated.