[ENGLISH] The Wasteland Spring Wind

Chapter 6 - Confessions of a Wife (6)

The day that Donovan and Crawford were slaughtered at the same time, the unfortunate night was called the night of slaughter in the kingdom.

Crawford fell, and Donovan, who had lost his one and only successor, lost his power.

I'll turn my back in a quiet prison and awaited execution.

The kingdom simmered with a voice condemning Crawford's daughter, who had caused a disaster by bewitching Donovan's heir. When I closed my eyes, I waited for the feast of red, conveying the memories of my fiancé who was twisted towards me.

It will be over soon when his revenge is over, it will be set free by death. So it became it was the only consolation that could dispel the fear of death. I believed so.

Until Cliff Moore turns the board upside down again, which was barely rectified on a sloppy whim.

One day me met again, it wasn't his sword that struck me.

"Hello, my bride."

Cliff Moore raised his mouth slowly and he looked at me, exhausted.

His wretchedness stood out in a picture-perfect smile.

He seemed dissatisfied. Was it because his anger not offset by his anger that had been built up for decades just by our death and destruction, or was it simply because of the sadistic pleasure of watching the sacrificial head beating brightly, just like my father's did.

Either way, I couldn't understand him.

"The marriage of the marquis of Cliff Moore and the earl of Ezen Crawford is authorized. Let the house be a witness to these beautiful lovers.

We were not lovers.

But when I barely came to my senses I had become his wife and Cliff Moore was my husband.

Only because he chose todo so.

Putting on the mask of love that was true enough to embrace the words of the enemy, his story became a fairy tale and spread throughout the kingdom.

That's when my hatred began.

We were supposed to look at each other at the end of the line, but he snatched me up and pushed me down beside me.

Cliff Moore and Ezen Crawford were the ones to tell the end, not the beginning.

I tried to start the story again with a comma at the end where I had to put a period down. Knowing that it will only end up making the story ugly and dirty.

My father had his family, he had mine, one with each other, so he lost revenge by hanging me back on the weights of the scales that had been leveled for a while. His sharply discarded malice stone the heart of my fiancé, and I walked the virgin road with the blood of an innocent and innocent, not mine.

At least Nigel Donovan.

It had nothing to do with our bad ties.

Even if it was just a formal betrothal relationship that my father had set for me, even if I dared to break the king's order and run away, it was not enough reason for him to take my life so easily.

He wasn't the one who should have died, it was me. So I felt the feeling of debt that I had barely been freed from weighing down on me again. I didn't want to be a parasitic at someone else's sacrifice anymore.

I just want to end this boring life. I did not have the courage to die by my own hands, so I hoped the executed under the blade of revenge, but now even that was excessive greed.

"No! nonsense. Never! This can't be! This could be...!"

I cried. Selfishly, it wasn't because he loved his dead fiancé.

I was still hypocritical and selfish human being. The fact that I had to live my life again with such a physiological sense of hatred towards myself was only good for my future, where I would live like a corpse. The maids lifted me up as I collapsed to the floor. She wore dress as white as snow and wore a lovely, unblemished cotton sandpaper. As if trying to show me how pure values are incompatible with me. At the end of the road as red as the blood of my fiancé that I covered.

Cliff Moore was standing.

"The tears of the enemy are sweet."

My first kiss with him was a mixture of bitterness and blood.

He smiled as he wiped the blood from my bitten lip.