Filina’s hand cautiously opened the door to the practice room.
Henry was lying alone in the empty space.
A fine breeze blew from between the windows. She could hear his faint breathing through the still air.
She stood in front of the door, watching Henry with an expressionless face, then slowly moved her feet and stepped inside.
Henry’s usual neat silver hair was hanging sloppily to the floor. His lifeless face erupted with sublime energy. The sweat that soaked his forehead flowed over his white skin.
Filina thought of his pale face that she had seen when she had gone to interview Carmen.
A dry smile burst through her lips.
It was a pathetic appearance. It was the result of his body burning until it collapsed. Filina stared coldly at his face.
“…… What kind of confidence is that?”
Her dry voice echoed in the desolate space.
“You’re lying down so defenselessly in front of me right now.”
There was a strange killing intent in her words.
A cold smile flowed through Filina’s lips as she was staring at him.
“Are you asking me to kill you?”
The quiet dawn air intrigued her twisted mind.
Filina bent her knees slowly and sat down next to him. Her cold fingertips brushed Henry’s cheek. She felt a boiling heat.
“Henry.”
Filina whispered his name.
“I really hate you.”
Her small fingers drifted down the line of Henry’s face. As her fingers passed his lips, she could feel his hot breaths.
Filina spoke with a look of uncontrollable anger.
“Just looking at your face is enough to make me cringe.”
The palm of her hand covered Henry’s neck. His fingertips faintly flinched.
He was exhaling quietly, looking clueless. His black-shadowed eyelashes shook.
Filina chuckled quietly.
“What should I do? Everything has changed so much from before.”
Her face sank into a cold expression, a chilling atmosphere emanating from her low voice.
“Don’t involve innocent people in your vendetta.”
The memories of the past passed like a film.
“That’s exactly what you’ll be, Duke of Argeny.”
Filina thought of his face, which had stiffened at the words she had spat out.
It was getting harder to breathe.
“What’s wrong with Cecilia? Kidnapping is the worst. Since when have you been planning? Please, I’m begging you, please stop now.” (Filina)
“….”
“If you really kidnap Cecilia, I will never see you again.” (Filina)
This was the first life Filina had to start over after the possession.
The relief of being able to live again preceded the despair of not being able to return to her original world.
At least at that moment, she was looking at hope. She believed that one day she would be able to return to the world she lived in.
