Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 135
“Jenny. Are you going to the Blanchard residence again today?”
“Yes, I am. I’m sorry. It’s a rare day off.”
“No need to apologize. I know how important Duchess Blanchard is to you.”
“…You’re important to me too.”
Harrison’s eyes widened as he brought a breakfast tray to the bed and said,
“That’s a bit much for a morning gift. Are you asking for something?”
“Not really… but it would be nice if you could bring me some honey too.”
“I’ll go get it right away.”
Genevieve quickly grabbed Harrison’s arm, who was already about to dash off to the palace kitchen.
“I’m kidding! It’s fine without it!”
“I can get it in no time, Jenny.”
“Please sit down. We barely get to see each other as it is, and I’d at least like to have breakfast with you.”
“You don’t have to worry about it….”
“How can I not worry? I feel awful that I spend my rare time off running around outside….”
“I’ve told you, I’m happy just being by your side.”
“You have so little desire, it’s almost frustrating.”
Several faces naturally flashed through her mind.
Faces starting with “Sh” and ending in “ane,” full of obsession, or those beginning with “Ed” and ending in “win,” full of arrogance.
“Isn’t it the opposite?”
Harrison chuckled warmly, his face completely relaxed.
“How could I be greedier than this? I get to be by your side, a treasure of humanity, and yet I’m nothing.”
“…I’m the one who’s nothing.”
“Now you’re just being too modest, Jenny.”
Despite his gentle demeanor, Harrison, as a knight of the Imperial Guard by Edwin’s side, could be quite formidable. But in front of Genevieve, he acted like a bear basking in the sun, ready for a nap.
Genevieve smiled back at Harrison.
A warm, spring-like air flowed between them as they exchanged smiles from across the room.
Genevieve loved this atmosphere—the special sense of ease that Harrison brought, the peaceful and calm moments they shared without needing words.
When Harrison sat next to her, Genevieve leaned in first and kissed his cheek.
It was a simple gesture, far from passionate, but it was enough to make Harrison’s face flush red with happiness.
“Jenny, really, you don’t have to worry about me. Guarding you is the mission of my life.”
Harrison said this with a serious expression.
“Alright. Then I’ll worry about you on my own terms.”
That innocent, selfless devotion touched her deeply.
Now it did.
***
“Here is what you requested.”
Lloyd handed her a small vial
“How much did it cost?”
“He said it was already paid for.”
Lloyd seemed curious about what kind of exchange had taken place between Adeline and Lucian, but as usual, he didn’t ask.
In truth, even if he had asked, there would have been no answer. Adeline herself didn’t know exactly how Lucian was calculating the payment.
Adeline took the vial from Lloyd, hesitating for a moment.
She had prepared it just in case, but she hoped she would never need to use it.
Nightmares were a double-edged sword.
It was impossible to distinguish what was real and what was false.
Now that the predetermined storyline had disappeared, Adeline had no idea what these newly started nightmares were trying to tell her.
They pushed her to the edge of a cliff, making her feel like she had to die, but there was no real progress in the story.
The ‘sorcerer’ from her restarted nightmares hadn’t committed any evil acts yet.
‘In the novel, that person must have done something terrible….’
But in reality, they hadn’t committed any crimes, and their presence was barely noticeable.
The attack on the Saintess was part of the power struggle within the church, and there had been no reports of monsters collectively attacking civilian homes.
Adeline found herself growing genuinely curious about who the black-haired woman strangling her in her dreams was and what she was doing in real life.
‘Well, it’s not like the only true villain is the one following their role from the novel….’
