Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

“They repeatedly told me that I should take that medicine every single day…”

“Well, that was what the doctor did on his own!”

The embarrassed Arjan instantly shouted.

“I didn’t ask him to do it at all!”

“…did you know that? Mr. Arendt was forcing me to take that drug?”

“Well, that’s……”

“Did you really work together with Mr. Arendt? Everything about me being sick as a child?”

Her calm voice was trembling even further. Her fever had been so high that it was utterly difficult to swallow even her tears and the feeling of her burning throat hurt so much that she grabbed a pillow before tearing it apart.

But the whole thing was actually done by her own family—her own younger sister. Molitia just wanted to deny every single thing.

“Are you still going to tell me that you didn’t try to kill my wife at all?”

“But that’s a physical ailment……”

“And you’re still asking for evidence.”

Raven clicked his tongue at the slightest sight of provocation.

“There’s even a doctor’s note. It will support the statement about your conspiracy with the doctor himself.”

Arjan’s body began shaking like a leaf. Her plan to implore them by saying that she knew nothing had gone wrong.

“Why did you do that, Arjan? Why on earth?”

Arjan couldn’t open her lips easily. Just as her trembling pupils couldn’t focus easily, her lips were shaking periodically as well.

Jealousy reared its ugly head as it infested. As Molitia began to shine, Arjan had seemingly faded relatively. She just couldn’t stand the gap.

No matter how much she failed, she felt like she could return once she broke Molitia down. She believed that if she could put Molitia under feet once again, she would shine in society like before. It was supposed to be her place—!

“If you hadn’t taken my place…… if only you had kept yours, I wouldn’t have to kill you!”

It had to be Arjan, herself, whom people praised in unison. She had to be the only one who would receive all those many compliments. It wasn’t just Molitia who had been prosecuted.

Getting people’s attention was actually simpler than she thought. It was necessary to only have someone to shine herself with. Arjan seemed like she was able to live her whole life like that—and she did exactly so.

Until the moment when Molitia had gotten married.

When she saw Arjan was weeping just like a roar, Molitia felt suffocated.

“…place? Who’s making that up for you? Was that really your place when you actually had stepped on someone else’s?”

“What are you even talking about? If the place I’ve been reigning my whole life isn’t mine, then whose is it? This is my place. It’s all mine!”

“You just can’t keep the place where you had already stepped on others forever, Arjan. You can never be happy.”

“Are you saying that my efforts were futile?”

“Then, you don’t think as such? It starts breaking down as soon as those sacrifices are put under that position.”

Molitia stood up from her seat. Since when did this happen? If she were to go back, could they turn it all around?

She shook her head. People were never things. She realized that things could no longer be rewritten and she now needed a platform to give up when she still could.

Finally, she caught Arjan in sight. Out of this current situation, she wouldn’t be able to find Arjan. She couldn’t even see her anymore. The indescribable feeling of woe had gripped her mind.

“I hope you realize it sooner or later.”

“Sister! Molitia!”

The struggling Arjan was then turned away.

“Raven, can I go up first? Moreover, the air has turned awful now.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

As her head nodded helplessly, Raven called for a knight to assist her.

“Go get some rest. I’ll be right there.”

As she leaned with the support of her aide, Molitia slowly closed her eyes. It felt like something immense was finally being released from her mind.

As the smell disappeared, her heart became lighter as well.

It was something that she expected to some extent when she faced Arjan. But she didn’t prepare herself to hit this kind of catastrophe. It was such a strange feeling.

The sense that her past was completely denied had been in vain than she had thought, but it was still bearable. She endured Arjan’s desperate attempt to erase her completely.

‘Why is that?’

Molitia took her shawl off due to the cool breeze that was tickling her cheek. The weather had gradually become fairly warm. By the time this gust of wind eventually turned hot and the sun became strong, she would be meeting her baby.

She was vaguely aware of herself. Her legs would swell just from a short walk and as if it was restive, her lower abdomen had softened as well.