Chapter 196

Chapter 196

Back then Haa, trying to kill Dullan and continually failing

Carynne spoke to Raymond, who had buried his face in her chest, making her tremble with pleasure even as they conversed. There was no hesitation in their physical union. Raymond moved slowly and continued speaking.

I looked into various accounts after you died.

Did you find anything?

Like you mentioned before, theres such a legend saying that its passed down maternally. But they were orally transmitted and not recorded anywhere, so its hard to consider them authentic sources. Theres no leading family, and the stories varied too much.

So, the cycle ends with childbirth? Ah, it hurts.

Carynne gripped Raymonds hair as she winced in slight pain, but even that pain transformed into pleasure. Raymonds groans grew rougher.

After calming down a bit, they continued their conversation more seriously.

The lineage wasnt from this country but from beyond the White Mountain Range.

Hmm, really?

Yes, supposedly a saintess is born in each generation. The legend says that they atone for humanitys sins through death and give birth to the next sacrifice.

Thats so simplistic that its infuriating.

The stories essentially boil down to that. But theyre too ancient and not well-organized.

Indeed, if Carynne could have borne children quickly, she might have just passed everything to the next generation and ended it all with that simple explanation.

The stories of Carynne, Catherine, Carla, and countless other women in their line werent meant to be shared with others. Their memories dont transfer, only repeat in their offspring.

But how did Raymond remember?

Carynne pondered this as Raymond climbed off her.

And shortly after, she forgot about it.

* * *

Indulgent yet diligent days continued.

I really want to go out to the garden today.

Dress up properly, then.

Yes, yes.

Carynne finally layered herself in clothes, acknowledging her civility. For too long, she hadnt worn clothes, or only wore thin garments. She turned her back to Raymond as she dressed in the clothes Verdic had left behind.

Dont tighten the corset too much, just tie the knot.

Perhaps there might be a child in her womb now.

Carynne swallowed the rest of her thought. Even to her, it seemed like a fanciful idea.

But despite their frequent intimacy, Carynnes body showed no change.

* * *

Time passed, but there was no physical transformation. Carynne and Raymonds conversations were less in words and more in pleasurable moans. If that could be considered conversation.

Its already autumn.

The garden will look wonderful in winter.

You hardly ever look at the garden.

I did enjoy snowball fights. Never cared much for flowers, though.

Raymond handed Carynne a fur shawl, saying this. It was too early for such a thick garment, but she draped it on, appreciating the gesture. Then she linked arms with Raymond.

Ive never seen snow falling over this place.

Raymond responded bleakly. Carynne asked again. It seems people become curious about everything when death approaches. She couldnt bear not to ask.

So, after I died did you live well with another woman?

Carynne opened her eyes to an unfamiliar emotion.

Even after opening up about her own circumstances, she hadnt dared to ask Raymond the same. But now, she was curious about everything.

Until now, Carynne never felt possessive over Raymond or other men. To her, they were, no matter how dazzling, merely characters in text. Meaningless, brief encounters.

Yet now, Carynne felt jealousy. It was a base emotion for someone whose life was independent of hers. But Raymond took Carynnes feelings in stride, unfazed and at ease.

Carynne, as I said before, I really did live well after you died.

In the midst of all this thats great for you.

So comfortable, so easy.

Carynnes voice grew soft. She didnt know Raymonds future, his life after her death.

Raymond looked amused at her expression, chuckling softly. Carynne didnt like his laughter but didnt want to retort either.

She didnt want to hear about other women, but seeing Raymonds amused face made her even less inclined to speak.

But isnt that good? You dont have to feel guilty about me.

Oh, wow. What a relief.

Who should feel sorry for whom? Carynnes tone was sharp, prompting Raymond to ask again.

Why are you upset about me living well?

Cant I be?

Carynnes face looked displeased.

Jealous.

Envious.

The thought that he lived well even after her death was bitter. She should be purely happy about it, but her heart still felt this way.

Did she wish for him to live miserably forever after her death? At least he could have pretended so. Carynne felt uncomfortable.

Did she want Raymond to be ruined? But the Raymond in front of her seemed already far removed from his past self. Should she be happy about that?

Shes conflicted. And she felt slightly disgusted with herself.

Raymond, laughing in front of such a Carynne, eventually got hit.

* * *

It was late autumn.

Carynnes death was approaching.

Her belly had not swollen at all.

Carynne and Raymond never talked about that day. They were unaware of the last of the last days.

But slowly, the assumption that it would happen again lingered in the silence.

It was time to talk about it.

Carynne spoke with a hint of resentment in her voice.

I thought about a double suicide once.

Carynne, that Whats the reason for that?

You know, Ive always wanted to kill you. At least just once.

As Carynne said that with a bright smile, Raymonds expression grew bleak.