A Depressed Kendo Player Possesses a Bastard Aristocrat

Chapter 115.2: Scars and Scars Part 2

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And so, the next day, after I had conveyed my intentions to the others.

I got into the carriage heading to the Phyler Duchy.

Everyone seemed to want to follow, but I refused because this was entirely between Margaret and me.

Ariel with her sparkling eyes.

Lucy pouted her lips.

It was quite difficult to leave the mansion, leaving the two of them behind, but in the end, I had no choice but to take a firm step.

- Please be careful, Young Master. I truly wish you all the best.

Rachel encouraged me until the moment I left.

She must be anxious.

The girl didn't show it.

She just gently pushed my back with her kind hand.

It was truly blind devotion.

A devotion that I wouldn't be able to repay even if I devoted my entire life to it.

'Would she really stay by my side for the rest of my life...?'

I chewed on my lip at the sudden thought.

Rachel had every right to leave me.

It was a wonder she hadn't run away after all the trouble I had caused her.

I felt a bitter taste in my mouth for no reason.

I turned my gaze out the window to shake off the faintly tinged feelings.

-Rattle... Rattle...

Only the sound of the wheels turning echoed quietly inside the empty carriage.

Leaving behind the rapidly passing scenery, I gathered my thoughts.

'Margaret.'

In the letter Raymond sent, Margaret was said to be suffering from high fever, nightmares, hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations.

This was probably because she had stepped into my mind.

Eivy's unique magic, 'Soul Link,' accepts others.

It shares all the emotions, consciousness, and thoughts that the target possesses.

Until a few months ago, I was so broken that I couldn't stay sane without the 'Iron Mind.'

It was only natural that she was suffering, having shared her mind with someone like me.

'The bigger problem is...'

It was the memories.

The act of accepting another naturally included the sharing of memories.

Since she had a connection with me from the past, her gaze must have reached even deeper memories.

Margaret must have seen through the truth I had been hiding.

In other words, it was highly likely that she already knew the whole truth about 'that incident.'

-I can't trust you anymore...

-I'm tired.

-I want to stop now... I want to stop loving you...

Margaret, who persistently refused to give up on me.

The incident when I had pushed her away in such a terrible way.

"...This is difficult."

This knot was more difficult to untie than any other I had encountered before.

I was a sinner to her.

And she was a sinner to me.

We were in a situation where neither of us could unilaterally hate the other, a situation we could not laugh about.

No, perhaps it was a knot that could never be untied.

The tangled threads of emotion between us might be too rotten to unravel.

"Sigh..."

I said I would try my best, but still, 'my best' was the most difficult word in the world for me.

I tapped on the window frame for no reason, lost in thought.

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And so, the carriage set off on the road, and only after ten days had passed,

I reached the Phyler Duchy.

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