Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 126
If it were just a matter of losing sleep, her eyes would only have the dark circles they used to get in the past. When Adeline gave a weak smile, Patrick lowered his head and spoke,
“Adeline. Should I get you some tea leaves that help with sleep?”
“Thank you.”
If I drink that, I could have even longer and more varied nightmares…
Adeline was tired of saying she was fine, but she was about to say it again.
However, just as she was about to speak, something welled up inside her, and she couldn’t say anything. Adeline hurriedly covered her mouth, but something warm burst out between her fingers at the same time.
“Ugh!”
“Adeline!”
So I’m finally throwing up now.
No matter how bad things are, how was she going to live after showing something so disgusting in front of people?
Adeline couldn’t bear to lift her head and staggered. Thanks to Shane holding her by the arm, she didn’t collapse, but she felt like she wouldn’t feel better until she had vomited everything inside her.
“Adeline!”
“B-Blood!”
“She’s vomiting blood!”
What, blood? Who, me?
‘Did I bite my tongue?’
Her vision spun. She couldn’t lift her head, so Adeline tried to hold her breath while leaning on Shane.
If she let her guard down for even a moment, she felt like she would throw up everything she had left.
“Damn it, Adeline, let go of your hand!”
“Wait, I’m about to, ugh…”
Adeline tried to curl up, fearing that she might vomit all over Shane’s face if he touched her. She was sure it was just that she’d bitten her tongue while gagging, but she didn’t have the presence of mind to correct him. It was like the nausea of seasickness.
“Shane, this way!”
Shane lifted Adeline into his arms. The movement made her vomit again, which she had been holding back.
It wasn’t until Adeline saw Shane’s shirt stained red that she realized she really had vomited blood.
***
News spread like wildfire: The Duchess of Blanchard had collapsed after vomiting blood at the pre-festival party.
Rumors had already been circulating about her health, as she had appeared looking gaunt and like a completely different person after just a month.
People whispered that even the Saintess’s miracle couldn’t do much, that she had only temporarily revived but was now dying according to the natural order.
‘How could that be?’
Kaitlyn bit her lip.
She clenched her lowered fist, mocking how those who had never had to worry about their next meal clearly lived with their brains switched off.
Kaitlyn had learned of the Saintess’s devotion to the Duchess of Blanchard, and thus she had tried to approach her.
However, the Duchess, embroiled in rumors of ill health, had hardly shown her face at any party.
Hoping to meet the Duchess of Blanchard, Kaitlyn had attended every event she had no interest in, only to come up empty-handed time and time again.
Kaitlyn’s spells could only be cast on someone within her sight.
‘I considered sneaking into the Blanchard estate…’
But Empress Viola, who had invited unmarried women of marriageable age supposedly to find a bride for the Crown Prince, didn’t give the guests any leeway.
Mia, excited by the lavish city life, would dash to the Empress like a puppy whenever called, and Kaitlyn naturally had to follow.
Moreover, since she had come despite the opposition of her adoptive parents, Kaitlyn couldn’t count on any support from her family. If she got caught sneaking in, she’d be completely trapped, so it was wise to prioritize her safety.
There was no need to rush.
Once she met the Duchess of Blanchard, the game would be as good as over.
Fortunately, the Duchess appeared at the pre-festival event.
Kaitlyn intended to cast a curse on her and take control of her.
Her plan was to use the Duchess to exact revenge.
She would wound and isolate the Saintess by using the person she cherished enough to cry for, causing harm with the very mouth that the Saintess treasured. The Duchess, being deeply entangled with the Saintess and the Duke, was the perfect candidate for creating filthy rumors.
Kaitlyn imagined the stories she could concoct—claiming that the Saintess had asked the Duchess to turn a blind eye to her affair with the Duke, using the favor of saving her life to cover up her infidelity.
As a lower noble from a minor kingdom, no one would believe her words, but if they came from the Duchess, people would believe it.
But then…
‘Why did it fail?!’
The woman who was supposed to become her puppet suddenly collapsed and was carried away.
She should have become her dog, kneeling at her feet!
