Fakes Don’t Want To Be Real - Chapter 89

FAKES DON’T WANT TO BE REAL

~ 89 ~

“We’re in a relationship, so why don’t you tell me honestly?”

yes, that’s what he said. It was what he said. But I already knew his heart through our rings; so he must already know mine. However, she couldn’t say anything more.

‘If the undying flame goes out at this time, it’s probably because of you, princess.’

Widnix’s words she heard earlier felt like tying her heart.  Yet, I feared that if I spoke my feelings to him, if I admitted that it was mutual, the occurrence of him dying might come true. She avoided his eager gaze from the side.

“You know it. Don’t ask what you know.”

“Didn’t the princess that rhere is a difference between just knowing and hearing.”

“No, I think.”

“They’re different.”

“It’s the same.”

“If it’s the same, why don’t you try? I could say dozens of times more. Verndia likes the Princess, he likes the Princess. Verndia likes the Princess—”

“Stop!”

He hurriedly covered her mouth. She hurriedly covered his mouth, and she could feel his smile through her palms. Lazily, after removing her hand from his mouth, he licked her fingertips.

It was the part where the blisters were caught and burst from holding her sword so much.

Psychke felt a strange feeling but it was more dangerous since she couldn’t see anything.

“Verndia likes the princess, does she like Verndia too?”

(TN: Aahhh, my heart, am literally crying. Finally, Verndia!)

“Please stop…”

An indescribable emotion came over her, groaning as she tried to remove her hand but he didn’t let go of her hand.

“Yes or No. You have to answer with one of the two, but is that much more difficult?”

“Yes, it is difficult.”

“Hmm. Verndia is disappointed.”

“Duke!”

“Why do you keep telling me to stop? Don’t you think you’re too much when I am wishing you’d give an answer yet you don’t want to?”

Her hands fumbled to free themselves.

He couldn’t see her blue eyes behind the blindfold, but they must be shaking from his words, he thought.

“The basics of trading are give and take.”

“This is not a deal.”

“Verndia thinks it’s a deal.”

“Are you going to keep saying that?”

“Yes, why? It’s fun to do.”

He’d started speaking in the third person without thinking about it that much, but when he saw her panicking, his mischievous side kicked in and shamelessly clung onto her.

“So does the princess like Verndia?”

“I’m starting to hate you.”

“Ah.”

Then no.

After a brief exclamation, he stopped teasing.

Meanwhile, Psychke took off her blindfold and looked up at the man holding his chin with a serious expression and talking to himself.

Sure enough, he was soaking wet.

Soon, the rain had stopped.

“It’s filthy hard to hear a confession.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s nothing.”

What nothing does he mean?

I’ve heard it all, you said it was hard to hear a confession. She had heard that it was hard to hear a confession. She then studied him with narrowed eyes. As she hesitated for a moment, she took one of his hands and tugged it.

She doesn’t want to say it out loud, but maybe this is okay.

It’s not something only lovers do, so maybe it’s okay.

“…!”

Verndia’s expression went blank at her sudden action.

As he had once done, Psychke kissed him on the back of his hand as a sign of admiration and respect.

In addition, she put a spoonful of her heart that she couldn’t confess out loud.

Her moist lips touched the back of his warm hand.

After sharing each other’s warmth for a while, they gently and slowly fell apart.

His wavering purple eyes touched the back of his hand. There were no visible traces, but the texture remained distinct.

He looked back and forth between Psychke’s pink lips and the back of his hand.

At first glance, she felt like she saw an incomprehensible feeling of envy passing by, but she wasn’t sure.

After a moment of silence, he let out a trembling voice.

“Can’t you do this on my lips too?”

“No.”

(TN: Teehee, Duke is getting more shameless! How I love it!)

You fucking bastard. He glared at the back of his hand cursing it, ‘This b*st*rd.’

* * *

As an Evergreen who loves nature, Evergreen was decorated with green plants all over.

The front and back gardens, as well as the inside of the mansion, were covered with ivy and other plants.

Perhaps because of photosynthesis, the corridor was a glass wall enchanted so that it could not be seen from the outside.

With so many plants, it could look like an abandoned old castle if you weren’t careful, but it didn’t feel like that at all.

‘It must mean that he puts so much effort into it.’

“The Duke is over here.”

The butler who guided her was as unique as the scenery of her mansion.

He was an elderly man who could be seen anywhere, but for some reason, she felt an atmosphere of transcendence from the world.

Just like his master, Widnix Evergreen.

“This is the drug I was talking about.”

Against the background of the drawing-room window, where strange plants grew freely, Widnix set down a bottle of clear liquid on the table.

Psychke stared down at the bottle.

‘In the forest of Suin in the east, I said I should eat certain fruits.”’

The high priest said that in order to quell the side effects of the beast’s blessing, you should eat the fruit from the beast’s land.

However, because exchanges were completely cut off due to the persecution that lasted for several hundred years, there was no way to contact the beasts other than Widnix in the east.

‘I heard that Crow and Croa doesn’t like human smell.’

She was looking for another way because the only person she could get help from was hostile.

Rather than thanking him for giving it so obediently, she felt doubtful. She dies once because of poison so she was sensitive.

In other words, she needs to know whether it was a medicine made from a fruit or poison.

She then directly asked,

“Why are you helping me?”

“I just thought the 12-hour limit was unfavorable to the fight. Also-”

Widnix glanced at Psychke’s hand, unwilling to hold the bottle.

“This is for me, not the princess. I would like you to take it. It won’t do any harm.”

“It seems to have other effects besides returning the body to its original state.”

“That’s right.”

Widnix didn’t even try to hide it.

Psychke’s face hardened.

“What is it?”

“It wipes out your memory from the time you received the blessing until you drink the medicine.”

“You’re asking me to drink something like that now-”

“I didn’t do anything, it’s the nature of this fruit.”

Somehow, one day when she told Croa about the fruit in passing, he said that he didn’t want me to eat it, and that’s what he meant. And now that she know of it, she couldn’t drink it.

“Is there any other way?”

“Other way doesn’t exist.”

He said it in a brutal way. She chewed her lower lip, thinking about what had happened since the blessing.

‘The time I received the blessing was when I went to the doll kingdom to meet Stella, so all memories after that will disappear.’

If so.

‘Maybe I won’t forget that I am Glorielle Silkisia. It’s because it’s a much past memory that was covered by magic. But….’

Memories with Berndia, this feeling of thinking of him will fade away like foam. The memories with Verndia will fade away just like foam. She looked away from the bottle.

“I will not take it.”

“Are you going to live like that forever?”

“Yes. I think that would be fine.”

“You’re making me tired.”

Like a really tired man, Widnix leaned back against the backrest. He narrowed his brows and pressed his eyes tightly.

“You’re driving me crazy with all that nonsense.”

“Was it because I’m endangering the Duke of Verndia?”

Widnix removed his hand from his eye.

Staring at her with his numb eyes, he let out a long breath as he dropped to the corner of her table.

“I’m sure Princess has also heard about the unwritten rules among those people who has powers.”

“Not to have any feelings of more than comrades.”

“Then you know why I am doing this. Return, I have nothing to say.”

“I heard about the Duke’s authority.”

The hesitant Psychke revealed.

Widnix closed his eyes and threw his head back to relieve his headache, then opened his eyes. He looked a little offended.

“It must be Verndia.”

“Please tell me why Duke Verndia is in danger. I would change the future if I knew.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t?”

“What?”

“I mean, do you think you’re the only one who tried? I mean, who’s to say that it’s my turn to have all these memories-”

The man who had been spitting out incessantly closed his mouth.

He stayed still, straightening his posture while staring at the sky for a while.

Then he asked Psychke, who was sitting absent-mindedly across from her.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m not the only one who made such an attempt. Then do you know who is responsible for all these memories?”

The light green pupils widened.

He looked at her with hos flustered expression, which was not like him, and then captured it as if he had always been like that.

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Anyway, the princess has nothing good to do with Verndia. That’s why I gave the medicine.”

“… .”

“Go north. Stay calm there and you won’t die as long as you stay close to Verndia. At least you won’t die.”

“Duke, don’t tell me, Duke Verndia had also changed the future?”

Psychke, not listening to Widnix at all, asked with a trembling voice.

(TN: Hmm, such a twist chapter. *sad lioness* )