I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 83
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Even if the wind is unusually chill before winter truly begins, is it a trick of the mind feeling disarray, or is the cold wind truly blowing?
As Celestia, disguised through magic as Isaac, felt goosebumps rise on her forearms, a memory of her father German’s warning flashed through her mind:
“Celestia, stay away from that woman. She’s more than you can handle.”
Her pride was wounded. The idea that there was someone in this world whom she could not contend with was intolerable, especially when that someone seemed inferior to her.
‘I am the only daughter of the Cyand House.’
She was from a high noble family that everyone should rightfully look up to and adore, born to rule as if ordained by the heavens themselves.
‘Why should I…’
Why should I not be able to handle a mere commoner?
The grip of her fist, still in Isaac’s form, tightened. Anger moistened her lips through clenched teeth, as hot as molten lava seething through her. A growl resonated deep within her throat.
At some point, Celestia had pondered:
‘In this vast world, what are the chances that the person I love would love me back?’
It must be incredibly low, rare. Otherwise, love wouldn’t be described as a miracle, and to love would not be a continuous series of miracles.
‘Why has Ivonne, not I, seized such grand fortune, such miracles?’
Ivonne’s lover, Blitzen, was remarkable. Though he possessed no magic, his acumen in politics and management was outstanding, enabling him to secure the title of count from a disapproving father. Largely with Ivonne’s significant help—a fact unknown to Celestia.
Ivonne had ‘accidentally’ assisted him, ‘unexpectedly’ fallen in love with him, and was ‘luckily’ about to become the countess.
‘What exactly has Ivonne achieved here?’
Absolutely nothing. Celestia was convinced of this.
‘But not me.’
From her earliest memories, Celestia had studied tirelessly, sleeping only three hours a day to uphold her status as the esteemed heiress of the Cyand family. In the magically rich Sortenic Empire, it wasn’t enough just to be a skilled wizard; she needed her own unique magic to stand out.
‘Like my father, who practices ancient magic.’
Thus, Celestia ventured into the challenging realm of disguise magic, a field barren due to the failures of many before her.
‘Magic isn’t as fantastical as it’s portrayed in fairy tales.’
Changing one’s appearance through magic involved excruciating pain, not just a simple sip of a potion.
It required enduring the horrific restructuring of bones and muscles, a pain millions of times worse than any growth spurt. To succeed in disguise magic meant to abandon oneself and fully embody another.
‘And I perfected it. Absolutely!’
Celestia closed her inner eye, recalling the celebration thrown in her honor when she first succeeded in disguise magic. It was at this party where she met Blitzen for the first time.
It was eight years ago, when both were only fifteen years old, now both aged twenty-three.
‘I used to think love at first sight was just a romantic lie.’
Yet, when she looked into Blitzen’s clear, awe-inspiring blue eyes for the first time, Celestia had to admit that love at first sight truly existed.
‘It was a feeling I had never experienced before in my life.’
Just being in the same space elevated her mood, and being apart made her skin tingle with awareness; she was hyper-attuned to every breath he took.
Whenever their eyes met, even briefly, it felt like her entire body turned into a heart, pounding wildly. She worried about whether her face looked alright, what her expression was, whether her makeup was smudged—obsessing over countless details until she felt regret.
His every minor action or word deeply affected her, causing her emotions to fluctuate wildly.
‘If this isn’t love, then what is?’
But for Celestia, the very source of these profound feelings already had someone else.
‘That made me miserable.’
The fact that the person causing her to feel both alive and wishing for death was feeling the same way about another woman—a commoner far beneath Celestia—was an insult unlike any other.
‘I didn’t want to be a wretch who covets another’s love.’
Yet it felt like dying. Every approach from Blitzen, every glance, every greeting, every fleeting touch, every trace of his scent, every warmth felt, and every parting—if these had ceased, perhaps she might have truly died.
What else could she have done?
‘Maybe it would have been better if I had died before my feelings grew stronger?’
But Celestia wanted to live. In the same world as Blitzen, under the same sky, walking the same earth.
‘Even in death, at least for the moment he mourns me, I would be wholly his.’
That thought was overwhelmingly powerful. The sides of a person are two, yet sadly, the heart is one. Even if she could wedge herself beside Blitzen, facing Ivonne, the singular heart would still lean towards Ivonne.
