When the Nemesis Eats the Wicked Woman - Chapter 72

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“My lady, I can’t give you this.”

The nanny and Yuria were in a tense confrontation.

The scene of the corner of the room, which was the background of the two, was a mess.

Candlesticks that had not been lit because they had reached the end of their lifespan, and food items that had dried up because they had not been touched.

Torn stationery and spilled ink.

It was the result of Yuria’s confinement in the corner of her room, not allowing anyone to enter for a few days.

She had become surprisingly emaciated after only a few days. She looked fragile, just like a doll made out of glass.

Her body staggered like a leaning tower that would crumble when touched, and her eyes were dark.

Yuria’s voice trembled anxiously and flowed out.

“Nanny, come to me. I must see it.”

“Please! Please…!”

The nanny hurriedly gripped the letter in her hands.

The nanny seemed to know from her many years of experience caring for her lady.

She knew that if her lady received this letter, whose sender was ‘Deborah’, she would become even more sick.

Her lady who had been doing well while recuperating in Malta started to break down…

…After Deborah’s letter arrived in Malta.

Yuria screamed with a pale face.

“Give it! Give it to me, nanny!”

Then she turned cold.

“If you don’t want to see me die.”

“…….”

The current Yuria looked just as precarious as when she was a 14-year-old girl…

The nanny was terrified.

“My lady…”

After the wedding of the crown prince and Queen Spinel was confirmed at Yuria’s last birthday banquet.

Yuria locked herself in her room, crying and acting in frustration as if she were crazy or possessed by something.

The nanny could hear her cry at dawn and during the day.

The lady must have been very devastated, the nanny figured so.

But she didn’t expect it would be to this extent.

“Give it to me.”

When the nanny presented the letter with a reluctant expression, Yuria took the letter wildly, like a starving beast.

She then opened it straight away and she read the contents.

“…….”

Deborah’s cursive handwriting, scrawled like a snake, crept up her neck.

{Dear Lady Yuria.

The wedding date of His Highness the Crown Prince and Her Majesty the Queen has been set.

In a month, the wedding will be held.}

“……Ah.”

That was all there was to it, but it was enough to drive Yuria to the bottom of her hell.

When Yuria was 14-years-old:

“Nanny, what are bedsores?”

“…My lady, it’s a condition caused by lying down all the time.”

Yuria thought of herself as human garbage.

Her body was weak, so she could neither go out by herself, nor dress alone, or make a debut in the social world.

Everyone in that vast ducal family had their own uses, except for her.

She just sat there like a doll. She couldn’t decide anything on her own, she just sat down, ate the food she was given, and breathed…

“My lady, what do you want to be in the future?”

“Nanny……”

Yuria spoke from the bottom of her heart.

“I don’t want to be anything.”

The vassals had said. She was a lady who lied down like a corpse and just breathed.

‘Will this terrible lung disease and frail body get better in the future?’

14-year-old Yuria knew it would never be the case.

For her, hope was something intangible that no one had ever given or seen.

Not even held in her hands and never truly felt in her chest.

“My dream is to stop making everyone worry and die quickly.”

“…My lady, my dear lady! You can’t say things like that!”

Her nanny took her hand and collapsed.

“To say such a thing… the lady is still too young…”

Yuria remembered how much her nanny cried while holding her hand that day.

That was why—

The next day, she made an escape, one that she had never done in her life.

It was from desperation; she didn’t want to live as a girl who couldn’t even go out alone.

It was also from frustration; she would rather die than live like that.

It was the day when all of those things surged to the maximum and tormented her.

‘Rather than live as a person who can’t function alone… I’d rather just die.’

With that in mind, for the first time, she secretly escaped the mansion and went out.

And she wandered into an unfamiliar market crowded with people.

Out of the cage for the first time, she wandered among the people like a strange bird, like a stranger.

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Ever since she was born, she was confined to her room only because of her weak body.

So she didn’t know.

That the world was scary.

If one wandered around the streets with a fragile body, rare silver hair, expensive necklaces, and soft skin that had never been touched before……

She did not know that there were always hyenas approaching and aiming for prey.

The monsters, who suddenly appeared in front of her and threatened her, felt like monsters trying to eat her whole.

However…

Desperately…

She thought it was for the better.

She thought she could finally end this poor life and die.

‘Mom and dad… Wouldn’t it be less sad to have me die in an accident than to commit suicide?’

She rejoiced in her heart that she had a chance to die, and that she could now be freed from a life of wretched weakness and dependence.

Even though the assailant brought a black blade up to her head, she was not afraid at all.

At that moment, he appeared—

When death rose to the tip of her neck, when despair blinded her eyes.

Just as the sun that separated the darkness rose and shone on her, she met him.

……A man with indifferent blue-violet eyes.

He defeated the monsters in the blink of an eye.

Strangely, she wasn’t afraid of the blood splattering haphazardly, and that the human that had been just breathing became a lump of meat and fell.

It was just that the man who suddenly appeared was astonishing.

At first, she thought that the man who approached her would naturally ask if she was okay.

However, what Rixus said completely betrayed her expectations.

In a low, harsh, muffled voice he said,

“You were going to die.”

For a moment, she felt like she was being pierced through her chest.

But it was really weird.

Even though Yuria read ‘Hate’ in the eyes looking at her, she was not offended.

Rather… It was fascinating.

He was able to see through the deep frustration that fell around her eyes at once.

“I, I mean…”

“Live.”

His tone, although dry, somehow shook her heart.

“If you don’t live well…… At least hang in there, clutching to your life.”

He said that to her, who was going to throw her life away like trash, and left.

He didn’t even help her up from the filthy street.

On the cold street, Yuria tried to gauge the man’s misfortunes with the unique sense of an unhappy person.

Then she finally realized.

Ah…… He was a person who endured.

To the extent that it was disgusting to see others risk their lives recklessly.

As he said to her, he must also be someone who was desperately holding onto his life day by day.

The ‘desperate’ man’s life guidelines changed her life bit by bit.

She did not enjoy applying the ointment to the pressure sores, but, with a little patience, she could do it.

Although her lung disease might not be completely cured…

It was enough to wipe off the blood she vomited, so it wasn’t to the point where she couldn’t stand it.

As she pushed in just one more bite of food and held it in, she felt a little stronger the next day.

She lived that way, and one day, as she received the blazing morning sun, she felt it was beautiful.

“Who was that man?”

Could he have been a god? The person who changed her life.

“He was wearing common people’s clothes. His eyes were very blue. It was cold and blue like a frozen sea.”

But those blue eyes made her feel so warm.

“Find him. That person.”

The bluish-purple eyes of Rixus looked different from moment to moment, depending on the season, and depending on the light.

But Yuria felt that his eyes were clearly blue.

When the lady, who had no will or desire, wanted something, the duke gave his full support.

However…

A commoner with blue eyes.

The premise was wrong, so there was no way they could find him.

The duke spent a lot of manpower and money, scouring the outside of the ducal territory day and night to find the man, but no further clues were found.

But it was very strange.

Even though she couldn’t meet him.

Even though she couldn’t find even a single strand of his hair.

The more she endured the moments of her life, the more she felt her feelings for him grew.

‘If we’re still alive, will we ever see each other again…?’

One day, as she lived with such a small hope—

Yuria met him again at her own debutante.

The man that was like a ‘god’ who gave her her new life.

The first time she heard the fateful name, she got goosebumps all over her body.

“His Highness the Crown Prince, Rixus Aktoum, is entering!”

Ah…

That person. He was the crown prince.