The Marquess’s Amnesia

Why, why, why.

Why isn't she falling?

Straight out his spine, his thinly creased hips bent so thin that he seemed to break, his head lowered towards me deeply.

"But thank you very much for giving birth to Cedric."

A beautiful voice, like a rolling bell, turns its heartfelt gratitude to me.

Aiming for life, causing that body to bear an ugly scar, and the stepchildren who, trapped in the room for fifteen years and whipped me to taste, slowly raise their faces and smile.

"I forgive you for everything you have. That's all you are to me anymore."

The smile that I accidentally fell in love with, the smile that I wanted to flaunt, was innocent in itself, without the slightest cloudiness such as filth, and it was just horribly beautiful.

But the spinned word was enough to disturb my mind.

Why, why, that kid doesn't scorch himself into hatred just like I do. I wish I had resentment, resentment through me, and hatred to be just like me.

My daughter was as Rin and sober as the unreachable moon floating in the night sky.

That look was like watching that woman.

- Catherine Maria do Everett

A woman who took everything from me and dyed me with hatred, as beautiful as a goddess.

"............ don't, don't let go, don't forgive me!!

I didn't know how many times I screamed to give it back.

"Never forgive you for taking someone you love from me!!

The fierce poison of burning skin pops out of the vial.

The Duke shelters and hugs his daughter. But it was the body of a forged and bent knight that covered my sight. Fluid hangs from the left shoulder of the white cotton shirt on the chest.

But the bright blue eyes that remind me of the blue sky shoot me through without even shaking the fine dust.

"... Damn, you're pointing something at my wife..."

"Master William!

I hear my daughter screaming.

Why, why are you sheltering? If it's only a gateway to desire for a man such as a woman, how can you even try to protect the Duke and this man before this?

There was no such thing in my world.

He touched something warm at the tip of his lowering to mellow, and felt a moment of cold on his back. Moments, severe pain runs on my chest.

"You see, I told you. He said I shouldn't put my hands on it. Unlike you, Miss Liliana is loved."

"How, how... ho"

I couldn't wipe it overflowing from my mouth, and I glanced up at the man with a silver cut protruding from my chest.

With a beautiful smile, he narrowed his eyes as if he loved me, stroking my cheek. I get drawn all the time, I get my lips blocked.

"You were certainly beautiful. It was my favorite. Harsh and cruel, you are truly beautiful.... but it's inconvenient to keep you alive as you leave this country. - Goodbye, Sandy."

The knife falls out and the warmth that was covering my back leaves me.

My body rolls over the floor like a broken thread puppet.

It sounds like noisy footsteps and fury were covered with membranes, sheltered in my eyes by the Duke and poured into Liliana, who reaches out to her husband. Rushing samurai and butler are in a hurry, paling their faces at the misery of their masters.

Unexpectedly over the Duke's shoulder, his star-colored eyes and eyes met.

The world is brilliant, ugly and beautiful, mixed with conspiracies and desires and the smell of perfume and alcohol and all sorts of things.

Bright colorful dresses bloom in the large hall, like butterflies and flowers, and the colours of the gentlemen's dark and deep courtesies highlight them.

I enjoyed the dance, enjoyed the cheer, but when I went out to the balcony with a few tired and swarming men appropriately, I had a client in the dark.

I really thought the moon goddess had come down from the sky because it was such a beautiful full moon night.

Wearing a herd blue dress that seemed to blend into a deep deep deep night, the glossy blonde was wrapped together with pearl hair decorations and a large opal on her chest emitted a rainbow glow.

Clearly white skin is slightly red due to the heat of the venue, and the moisturized silver eye bordered by amazingly permanent lashes gives people the impression that even women are rough.

If there were any visitors, I was about to turn my heels back to move to the balcony next door, and two young gentlemen showed up.

You were here, Miss Everett.

I found out by that name that she was Viscount Everett's Lady, known as the flower of the social world.

Sure, she's my age, but being a top nobleman, she has no contact whatsoever.

"You don't dance enough, do you? One song with me if you like."

"No, no, I'm better at it. Miss Everett, a song with me."

Apparently she had escaped the invitation to dance.

"Oh, you know, me,"

The young lady is confused by the two hands she has reached out to. He doesn't seem to know how to make it look good.

Just at random, I step forward and get out of the dark. The two gentlemen seem to have noticed my presence.

"I'm sorry. I'm here. She seems a little upset, and now a friend of mine is going to get her brother."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that. I haven't seen you in a while, so I think I'm screwed."

"Maybe there are a lot of people today, and I'll help you find Lord Rolf, too"

Tell him so, and the two gentlemen greet the lady goodbye and leave. The lady looked obviously relieved and exhaled.

"Um, thank you. When I came out a while ago, I was surrounded by a lot of people who seemed unusual, and I felt sick."

Apparently, he was really sick. Speaking of which, I had heard that Viscount Everett was a weak man. That's why he didn't even come out to the night club much, and he said it would attract extra interest from the gentlemen.

"... Really? Take care of yourself, I'm sorry about this."

"Oh, wait. I was wondering if you could tell me your name, and I'd like to thank you."

A luxurious hand grabbed my hand when I tried to leave in frustration with its purity. The scent of fluffy, sweet and soft flowers soothes the tip of my nose.

"I don't have a name for noble people like you. I'll never see you again, so forget it."

"Oh no... why don't I be your friend? I haven't been able to go to college much because of this, and there's no one I can call my friend. It would be an honor to be friends with someone as beautiful as you."

A fluffy, blooming poor smile spreads across its face.

Pretty, beautiful, flashy, pure, princess-like warrant that makes me want to protect you unexpectedly.

It's like being opposite to me. and laughed and mocked at the edge of his mouth.

As the saying goes, I guess she doesn't know that she doesn't get too involved in something called the social world. She doesn't know that I am a despised "whore's maid" or a petty woman who dislikes and uses men she hates.

It's just that she really purely believes me to be the kind person who helped herself.

Seemed like a terribly dazzling being, I remembered the illusion that my ugliness had surfaced in her cleanliness and gently removed those luxurious hands. You'll be fine to leave because there's a princess right there who looks a lot like her headed this way with an earlier gentleman.

"... your friends are as terrible as I am if you don't pick them properly.... Good day and take care"

I return one smile, after the balcony.

My brother probably knew me, and I heard a voice guiding my sister to see if something had been done, and I smiled zero bitterness. But when I raised my face to Sandra and the voice of the man calling me, I put my usual flashing grin on my face.

This was just a one-time encounter where Catherine and I had a direct conversation.

"... Mabu, I miss you"

The silver eyes peeking into me were as clear and beautiful as ever.

The blue eyes leaning next to it are just as clear and really bitter and disgusting.

"... Dear Sandra. Don't worry about Cedric."

Cedric.

A child with a beloved whom I sincerely wished.

But I couldn't forgive his betrayal. The distortion broke my heart day by day. And I couldn't help but love my son, who didn't look anything like him.

I loved her. Really, I loved only one person who truly loved me about Lymos.

The truth is, I still love him alone at the bottom of my heart.

"... I got Cedric."

I couldn't love you, my dear.

I'm sure they'll grow up healthy under this loving couple of sisters.

Although it didn't resemble Rymos, there was only one thing that looked just like him.

"... peppers are hard."

"Yes."

Nobody would believe me, but I wouldn't allow myself to touch another man until I made out with him and he got engaged.

But he betrayed me and held the other woman, Katrine. The result is definitely in front of me.

I know by the head. I know better than anyone else that Katrine and I are not married to a man who likes and loves another woman, but a man who doesn't even like me.

But if I forgive that, will it disappear without anyone knowing the pain in my heart that kept betraying me?

Would I have loved this child if I had forgiven him for that?

Would you have loved this girl just as kind-hearted as Margaret, a beautiful person who smiled at the woman who just helped her purely on a whim, if she hadn't been your friend?

"... it's hard."

I don't know if the blood overflowing from my mouth put that into words.

I squeezed my final force and reached and touched that white cheek, pinching it with my fingers.

"It's hard for you, you know"

If I had been a generous person who could forgive everything, I would have loved this child just like Margaret and Cedric would have loved her just as much and built a happy future with her loving husband and five of us.

But I can't do that.

My pain, my hatred, I decided I wouldn't regret being ridiculed for what I deserved, whether it was just jealousy or obsession being called rebellion.

If you're going to make a fool of yourself, you just have to. If you want to be stupid, you can do whatever you want.

But whoever makes fun of me has no regrets about us.

I'm Lady Sandra.

Elegant, beautiful rosy woman blooming in evil.

I lived with my faith.

I reach for my eyes, which have lost their light while they are open, and I gently lower my eyelids.

She was dead and smiling.

With foolishness, a woman named Sandra lived proud of herself as if she were letting us know.

"Liliana"

Tears tear down her cheeks.

"Wow, I don't... I don't know if it's sad, painful, or relieved, but I'm crying, so sooo"

I held her thin shoulder quietly tearing away as she trembled.