59.2 Let’s Perform the Last Dance (3)

 By Antoinette Vanessa October 26, 2022

To her, who gently lent me an ear amidst her sobs, I whispered…

“Tell your father—Nameless didn’t protect the witch. Nameless was able to survive because he was protected by the witch—and that they were genuine lovers.”

…God, forgive me, I forgot what I heard from you.

However, that was the only way I could come up with to help her family. Even if the Alban family became related to the Elcage family… as expected, her title of baron wouldn’t suffice.

On the other hand, a knowledgeable baron might be able to unravel the history further from that idea alone. If the achievements of Baron Alban—a historian—increased, then he might gain more recognition. That way, it wouldn’t be impossible for Lumiere to be adopted by the Elcage family and marry into the royal family.

It’s going to be a discussion between adults, but… this is the best I can give you.

…Then, the last thing I’d like to say is…

“That bracelet, if it gets in the way, you may discard it.”

“I won’t—! I’ll always… I’ll definitely cherish it forever! I’ll never remove it!”

 Well, being utterly honest, it doesn’t even match her dress today… What a goofball.

After smiling, I turned around.

“Your Highness Sazanjill…”

“What is it…?”

…Somehow, I felt like I’d been asked such a question by His Highness all this time. ‘What is it?’, or, ‘Do you have any worries?’ Until the end, all I did is make him worry… Perhaps, it wasn’t wrong for me to be thought of as a little sister. Hence why, I’d leave the preaching for that older brother…

“Currently, His Highness Zafield is still overwhelmed outside. Can you beat him up for me?”

“What…?”

“Beat him up, okay? He’s a naughty boy who doesn’t value his life.”

“…Yes, I’ll definitely give him a lesson.”

“Also, Your Highness.”

“Yes? What is it? What is it, Lelouche?”

Aah… His Highness’ arms are so warm… I’m getting sleepier…

I didn’t feel like I had any strength in my limbs anymore.

But before I closed my eyes—as someone who was once a candidate for the queen, I had to say this one last thing.

“Please, may the world you rule be prosperous.”

Then, the doors opened.

What caught my eyes was a breathtakingly beautiful painting.

The large decoration in front of the venue was nothing compared to what was depicted in the book.

I could no longer see the crowds.

Instead, I saw bright red flowers lit up by the brilliant setting sun.

Amidst such a scenery, a man clad in white could be seen.

He was gazing at the same scenery.

Hey, when you turn around, can you tell me your name?

“As if I’ll ever tell you, you bad girl.”

Then, the god who descended down with his usual pure white appearance flicked my forehead with his fingertips.

***T/N: She, she dies…