[Chapter 147] Bliere's Story (2)

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From that exact day.

Noebian Trovika.

That man began to visit the mine as if it were his own home.

The mine owner, who was always looking for a powerful person to protect his back, quickly noticed that Noebian was interested in Bliere.

Whenever Noebian came, the mine owner assigned the beautiful Bliere to accompany him.

Whenever he came to the mine and ordered a mana stone coffin on someone's behalf, Bliere copied his order form and glanced at him subtly.

Bliere didn't initially try to seduce the stone-faced man.

As the saying goes, you stretch your feet according to the bed you lie on.

The icy man would look at her with distant eyes whenever she glanced at him subtly.

Bliere averted her gaze from the man and pressed the order form hard with her teeth.

'I have to have that man.'

She wanted to appear in front of the father who had tried to kill her.

She wanted to ruin the life of her younger sister who was hogging the place she should have shared and living a luxurious life with such a handsome husband.

That was the beginning.

From that day on, Bliere smiled openly at Noebian whenever she saw him. The expressions she had practiced to survive were incredibly useful at times like this.

A man who couldn't rush to his wife's side even after hearing the news that she was sick.

A man who stayed here to wait for the mana stone coffin to be completed in order to continue carrying out someone else's orders.

A man who would only repeat that he was just carrying out orders when asked whose coffin it was for.

Bliere praised herself for not cutting all of Adrienne's dresses.

That day, she had gone to work wearing the only dress she had left out of sentiment.

"Bliere, was it?"

The man who had always looked at her with distant eyes finally spoke to her.

"Wouldn't you like to work in Ronta?"

Bliere smiled as charmingly as she could and replied.

"Is there anything I can do?"

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Bliere was completely infatuated with this handsome duke.

Duke Noebian, who was always burdened with excessive work, immediately sent any precious medicine he found around him to his wife in the capital.

Bliere accompanied him whenever she transported mana stone coffins between the capital and Elacon.

"Your Grace must be very sick."

Inside the carriage heading to the capital, Bliere subtly tested Noebian.

As she began to feel more and more attracted to him, she became impatient.

But whenever she asked such a question, Noebian would only stare at her without giving a proper answer.

Love. The deep, dark eyes that saw someone else in her face were definitely love.

It wasn't a feeling she couldn't recognize just because it was a feeling she didn't know well.

'My sister's life is so perfect.'

Bliere twisted her lips and snorted.

'She's as beautiful as I am. She must have been called the princess of the east in Pireta. And she even hurts the heart of such a noble and beautiful husband.'

Her feelings for Adrienne twisted even more after she began to desire Noebian.

And when she accidentally, very accidentally, found out about Adrienne's condition, she thought that if there was a god, it was giving her a chance.

'The fragile duchess.'

The whole country knew how weak and dying the duchess was.

As the duchess became weaker, Duke Noebian Trovika's complexion also worsened.

Bliere saw hope in that sight.

Whenever Noebian was drunk and missed Adrienne, Bliere was by his side.

She was thrilled at the promise that he would create a place for her to live properly in the capital of Ronta. It felt like Ronta, which had been so difficult to reach, was wide open to her with just a gesture from this man.

Bliere thought she "loved" Noebian.

To be exact, she was madly in love with the pitiful love and affection that Noebian poured out on Adrienne.

But Adrienne had a place to go back to, didn't she?

There would be people anywhere, whether it was Pireta or somewhere else, who would welcome Adrienne, the noble princess.

'I'm different.'

It was Noebian who gave Bliere even greater hope.

One day, almost a year after Adrienne married Noebian.

The moment Bliere saw the face of Noebian Trovika, who had been told that Adrienne had only a few years left to live, she was certain.

She was sure she could definitely replace Adrienne's position.

Although she had always seen Noebian looking tired, it was the first time she had seen him so broken.

"I love you."

Bliere confessed her love impulsively.

It was a feeling that was hard to distinguish between love and desire, but one thing was for sure. Bliere wanted this man.

She wanted him to leave the sick Adrienne and bring her into the duke's mansion. There were some thick-faced nobles who brought their mistresses into their mansions.

And hearing those words, Noebian said so easily, so casually.

"...Will you be my mistress?"

"!"

Mistress.

It was a rather brazen statement for a man who had never said any sweet words or acted that way.

But Bliere saw immense hope in those words.

Her whole body came alive as she imagined herself entering the Duke's mansion where Adrienne lived and taking everything from her.

"Okay. If that's how I can be by your side. I'll do it."

And she even imagined the Duke of Pireta reddening his eyes and getting furious at her for seeing her in that state. She was so excited that she had never been so excited in her life.

"But when Her Grace the Duchess passes away, then I will be 'completely' your mistress."

When Bliere, who was expected to agree immediately, set a condition, Noebian's expression turned terrifying for a moment. It might have seemed bold for a woman who always just smiled.

But for Bliere, who had nothing, the only way to get into the Duke's mansion was to trade her body. And her method worked perfectly on Noebian, who sometimes looked at her with lustful eyes.

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Bliere worked in Noebian's external office in the capital.

It was very easy to receive mana stone coffins from Elacon and send them to where he ordered.

Around that time, Bliere was very happy to have gained Noebian's trust. Moreover, Noebian sometimes slept in a side room near his office in the capital instead of his mansion and met Bliere.

She wondered why he didn't go to the mansion very often, but she thought it was because he had started to love her more than Adrienne.

A beautiful new dress that fit her perfectly. A life where someone would protect her without having to draw her dagger.

While preparing for her marriage to Count Acacia to become his mistress and enjoy a comfortable and peaceful life, Bliere was very satisfied.

She held the front page of the newspaper that had completely shaken her life in her heart. She would take it out from time to time and instead of anger, a sneer would come out of her mouth first.

She couldn't believe how time flew by as she imagined herself, not Adrienne, sitting proudly beside Noebian Trovika. Since their faces were identical, there was no need to imagine it with difficulty.

One day, when she heard the news that the Duchess's condition was getting worse and worse.

Bliere suddenly wanted to mock Adrienne directly, who didn't even know that her husband was having an affair.

'It would be a shame if she died without even seeing that sight.'

I want to whisper to you, "The most precious thing you have. The most shining thing that shines beside you. The person you love most loves me, not you."

A mischievous smile appeared on Bliere's lips.

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The next day.

Bliere cast a powerful confusion magic on her face.

It was something that Lotsi wouldn't let her get away with just a few backhand slaps, but she couldn't bear not seeing Adrienne's face.

She knew that the medicines that Noebian Trovika had saved were sent to the Duke's mansion in the capital once or twice a month.

After all, collecting the medicine and sending it to the Duke's mansion was also a task she had done in her external office.

Bliere disguised herself as a servant who always led the medicine cart.

It was a magic that no one could detect without having magic. But since it wasn't a long-lasting magic, she had to come back quickly.

And she hid in the Duke's mansion under the pretext of delivering medicine to the doctor.

Inside Adrienne's bedroom, which was wide open.

Wearing clothes that hadn't been changed for several days. Adrienne, biting her lips and maintaining her pride among the giggling maids.

The maids, startled by the presence of an outsider, closed the bedroom door.

It seemed like she made eye contact with Adrienne through the closing door.

Even though she couldn't see inside because of the firmly closed door, Bliere couldn't take her eyes off it.

As if lightning had struck her head hard.

Bliere couldn't move her body.

In the whispers and tones of the maids who carried the medicinal herbs.

There was not a shred of reverence for the Duchess.

'What is this.'

Somehow... she felt weak.

There was nothing similar to the image of Adrienne she had imagined.

Beautiful but tangled hair.

Her white skin, which should have shone like a pearl, was pale and her cheeks were slightly sunken, like someone who hadn't eaten properly.

Her lifeless green eyes were the same color as hers, and for a moment, her heart swayed wildly like a wave.

'Who's worrying about whom now? Did I think she was pitiful? I'm crazy!'

With her head turned pale white from shock, Bliere ran up the carriage heading back.

Bliere had a terrible nightmare that night that she couldn't even remember.

It wasn't a lie that she felt like vomiting and her heart was constricting.

Bliere, whose healthy body was practically her only asset, was sick for a whole day.

And she kept looking at the portrait of the woman in the newspaper she always carried with her.

She had always had a deep-seated resentment towards this girl who was so lively and annoyingly pretty, but strangely, it felt like it had suddenly scattered and disappeared.

Maybe her heart softened because of the deathly aura that hung over her face, even though she was said to be dying soon?

'Why me? Why am I feeling sorry for someone who has been living well? Maybe I saw wrong. Maybe it was just that day.'

On the day she headed to Noebian's external office in the center of the capital, clutching her churning stomach.

Bliere was startled by the voice coming from inside as she reached out to grab the doorknob, her hands unusually tense that day.

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