More firmly than I could ever hold someone, I resisted his hand from touching me. Then, in an instant, doubts about my emotions began to flit across my thoughts. Will I be able to forgive Casimir even if he ultimately betrays me if he had done these things to me in the past?What if he truly did adore me? What if he was merely concerned that my presence could interfere with his efforts to avoid me? Why not...My thoughts have been filled with uncertainty, a sense of being unable to respond to some inquiries that would ultimately thwart my aims. They seem like simple questions, yet they have a perfect impact on my entire being.I never would have thought that I would be able to be this close to this individual in my current circumstances. In my first life, which I so want to be, I was even able to picture myself becoming older with this person, living in our home with him, helping him out with his responsibilities, and supporting him as we started our own family. Yet once it became awa

Soon after that, I heard a knock on the door, which caused me to gasp when Casimir carried me up to the sofa and forced me to sit properly. I bite my lower lip to pretend that what I did earlier had no impact on him, but I take a long breath and simultaneously expel it to calm myself. Looking through the door, I notice Casimir conversing with an elderly butler who, based on his age, must be the main butler. Although I couldn't hear what they are discussing, I could see the elderly butler's face wasn't in good shape since he would wipe the sweat that is accumulating on his forehead while speaking to Casimir. I squint to see Casimir, but all I can make out is his back, fair skin, and a few movements from his hands. It only made my head, ache for a moment until I finally turned away from them and back to the book I had been reading before. I didn't like the feeling of being perplexed in the first place, so it only made things worse. Before I even had the thought to read from it, it has

“Ahh? What took place?" I say, placing my hand on my head. It's still dark when I look around. Did I previously fall asleep? But why do I feel as if I'm missing something as if someone had walked in and my memories became abruptly hazy?Did someone really come to see me? I notice that my hands are trembling and when I notice that the rest of my body is too, I hug my knees and rock back and forth on the bed. Even the blanket dropping to the ground could not have bothered me.My head is all that matters to me right now, and I feel confused.My head would hurt as I attempted to recall what had occurred earlier.“What happened before?” I feel as though something is missing...When I first wake up, I assume it's morning, although it's still dark outside.I’m unable to quit furrowing my brows. It feels strange because I am unable to recall anything, including how I went to sleep. Maybe it was just a nightmare, a horrible incident from the past that I don't think I remember at all.My eyes w

The dark room echoed with a deep, low voice, similar to the one the young man in front of me had used earlier. When he finally covers it up with his garments, I can glimpse a sliver of the man's golden blonde hair as I look at him from behind.The young man is currently dressed in black, just like the Celius with whom I’m currently having a conversation.I can only see his eyes. I cannot see his other bare skin or hair. The young man who was now standing next to Celius also has these intensely dark crimson eyes.When hearing two young men who are complete strangers to me speak to one another as though we are good friends is enough to make me realize how threatening I've put myself in, I furrow my brows and narrow my gaze.Even though it's already risky, I'm still unable to walk even a small distance. I'm breathing in something that I shouldn't be breathing while my heart beats rapidly. It poses a much greater risk than dying.It's as if I've entered a different realm where I'm surroun

I was able to hear him perfectly, so I chose to ignore the piercing looks the women were shooting at my back and instead followed his piercing gazes to an elderly man who was clutching his wine and chuckling. He is looking at his friends while wearing a simple black mask.In contrast to the old man Xander is presently seeing, who has a tall and firm shape, the man next to him has a bulky physique. They look at each other in a strange way and have all-black hairs. They appear to be on the verge of looking in one direction, but they go slowly.Even after traveling through time, some of the individuals who were around the elderly man had peculiar looks that I was unfamiliar with. Yes, I'm unfamiliar with these people. But I can tell there's some risk just by watching them.While the other continues to smile while glancing toward the exit, the first man is constantly holding his pockets. The other friends he has imitate the elderly man holding his wine and giggling at anything uttered.As