Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Once upon a time, the wind was bleak as it grazed upon their bodies. Isella Evans slapped Carynne on the cheek and cussed at her, and the rest was history. Even that small thing did not go past inventory in the revenge reached by Raymonds hands. Today was the day that Verdic Evans went completely bankrupt, and Raymond won.

Countless people congratulated Raymond and told him that they would attend his wedding. This would add to his honor and glory, they said. Raymond leaned forward and kissed his beautiful fiance.

Carynne looked up at Raymond. Raymond looked down at Carynne. Her wide purple eyes were full of fear. Raymond wrapped his arms around Carynnes shoulders and soothed her.

There is nothing for you to be afraid of. Verdic has now lost all of his power.

It was more than what Raymond had expected. One of Verdics main businesses had gone completely bankrupt. Raymond concentrated on one part of Carynnes story, which was quite the speculation.

Sir Raymond, I

You helped me, and I will be with you for the rest of my life.

I am afraid. I dont think Im from this world. I know it sounds incredibly strange, but this is not my first life. It truly feels like a world inside a novel.

Unlike all the realistic and sound advice that she had given him before, this dreamlike story flowed from her lips. Now that he thought about it, the marquis once talked about Carynnes mother. She lived in a dream, he said.

However, Raymond was willing to respect Carynne and her dreams. He would make sure that she could keep dreaming.

Even if reality was cold and bleak, as long as this beautiful girl, who herself was like a dream, could continue to be immersed in her fantasies, everything would be alright.

However, Raymond recognized that the emotion behind Carynnes eyes was a little too drenched in resignation.

Still though, how could he believe what she was saying?

Sir Raymond, I know that you dont believe me.

Carynnes eyes seemed to be saying so.

But what difference would his act of believing make?

Then, the very next day, Carynne died.

* * *

Once upon a time, it was a fine spring day. Raymond had to find a suitable excuse to break off his engagement with Isella Evans. Couldnt there be a beautiful woman whod pass by right now? Grumbling inwardly, Raymond flipped through his notes. Really, he was so pathetic.

Hello.

Yes Good day to you, Your Ladyship. Are you feeling well?

Im fine. You saved my life. Thank you.

It is the right thing to do.

Raymond glanced down at the red-headed girl named Carynne Hare. She was a chubby, round girl. Raymond wanted to poke her plump, ball-like belly just once, but he had to push down the urge to do so. He was sure that shed hate that quite a bit.

I thought it would be okay if I just gained weight.

Carynne Hare sat next to him and spat out these words. Raymond pondered what to answer, but he soon remembered that Carynne had been in danger just now.

During the festival, he came across the daughter of the fief lord, who was surrounded by hoodlums who clearly had ill-intentions toward her. He rescued her from them and that situation.

They were about to r*pe Mmh. I apologize for the crude phrasing. Those men arent the type of people whod look only at outward appearances.

Yeah, but I thought itd go differently at least. How disappointing, my life.

Raymond heard here and there that Carynne Hare was quite a beauty when she was younger. Perhaps thats why she gained weight? Raymond recalled that Carynnes father was a fool for his daughter.

I thought that getting bigger meant getting stronger. That no one could kill me anymore.

I am a man and a soldier, but even Im scared to go into battle each time.

But its not the same case for me. I cant even walk safely on these streets.

I suppose so. It cant be helped.

I guess.

Really though, why was this woman talking to him at length? Was it because she had come to be infatuated with him? Raymond glimpsed sideways at Carynne.

What is it?

However, going by the expression that was on her face, what she felt for him was far from infatuation or any type of liking. Rather, she gave off the impression that she was secretly preparing for battle.

Noticing his gaze, Carynne looked back at Raymond.

No, well. I was trying to gauge whether you have a crush on me, Raymond spouted.

I have no such intentions of doing that, so turn your gaze forward, if you please.

Embarrassed, Raymond turned his gaze forward, just as she said.

Carynne was crying, swearing as she did. It looked like she hated the fact that she was alive.

Have I interfered with your suicide attempt?

Yes. Then, can you help me?

I dont feel inclined to do so.

I knew youd say that.

As Raymond refused, he wrapped a blanket around Carynne Hare. He wanted her to live. For a long time. To be happy.

My fianc is here.

Still with the blanket around her arms, she stood up. Now from a distance, Raymond stared at the girls retreating figure.

Th-Thank you.

Stuttering, the priest expressed his gratitude. Receiving his thanks, Raymond responded to the priest.

Your fiance seems to be having a hard time, so please comfort her.

I-Its none of your business.

Good grief. Raymond laughed bitterly. The priest was looking at him with the same gaze hed see all the time amidst high societya gaze that was constantly keeping him in check.

Those two werent a happy couple, but thats none of his business, just as he was told. If those two were just another ordinary couple, then what about himself and Isella.

There were times when Raymond would nearly wish he could kill Isella. Just because her father was a criminal.

Those two would live a good enough life together. Its none of his business. Even if Verdic was planning to take over this fiefdom and take away all their rights to it, that girl would be able to continue living with minimal food, clothing and shelter.

However, the look in that girls eyesthe despair over the fact that she was alivecontinued to be ingrained in Raymonds mind for a long time.

And, a year later, Raymond was told that Carynne eventually succeeded in dying.

* * *

Once upon a time.

Carynne died,

Right in front of his very eyes, falling

to her death.

Raymond placed a hand over her eyes and closed them.

* * *

Love, lust, sympathy, camaraderie, from feelings that tread the lines of friendship, to feelings that cross over to the lines of burning devotion.

So many of those emotions started swirling.

Emotions, too many to count, weighed down on Raymond.

Weight that was equivalent to one hundred years.

Raymond had to suffer from constant nosebleeds every morning, and insomnia every night.

Carynne.

Yet the owner of all those emotions was no longer in this world.

Shes already dead.

Will I be able to die this time?

Raymond cocked his gun against his temple. The cold metal and the pressing weight gave him a sense of stability.

Would he die and give himself repose? Would he be able to remember everything in the next life? All the memories that came back to Raymond were about Carynne. Not the next life. With uncertainty staring back at him, he could not possibly throw away the opportunities of today.

Not now.

One hundred years of pain was not enough to kill him right now. Raymond had too much work to do. If he wanted to find out anything more, he needed to live. Raymond had to live.

It was a tragedy, and it was a comedy.

Raymond wanted to die because of Carynne, and Raymond wanted to live because of Carynne.