The interrogator felt something strange and tried to come up to me to check my complexion, but I hit his hand roughly.
The sound of teeth gritting was clearly audible. Was it my voice that was seething, or was it anger? Probably both.
I still remembered clearly. The sense of being dragged, the fear, and the touch of the vase in my hand.
The sour taste that poured out when I was nauseous, terrible helplessness, and the sound of my heart that seemed to explode when I was nauseatingâŠâŠ. Iâm going crazy, but Iâm barely holding it in!
Why do you look surprised? I already succeeded once You donât think Iâll succeed twice?
âHow dare you be rude to me?â
The crown princeâs surprised expression did not last long. He soon hardened his face as usual. While frowning in the middle of his forehead, he tried to catch me with an angry voice.
I screamed. I shook my body recklessly and tried to shake him off. Something seemed to have been scratched to the point where my throat was hoarse,
I had a headache and shortness of breath. I couldnât control it and twisted my trembling body. While lying on the floor, my eyelids shook, and I breathed in vain and coughed.
My vision was blurredâŠ.. I could remotely hear voices of people looking for a doctor.
When I came to my senses, I was on the bed. Seeing that it was not a bed in the prison tower, it seemed to be an ordinary imperial room.
My head was pounding. I didnât even have the strength to get up, so I just closed my eyes, and soon after, someone came into the room. They seemed to be maids.
They wiped off the cold sweat off my face for a while and soon lowered their voices and began to talk,
âShe still isnât up? They said she didnât get hurt anywhere.â
âShh, you need to be extremely quiet.â
At the scolding of another maid, the maid closed her mouth for a while, and soon lowered her voice and asked.
The maid, who had been surprised for a while, soon sighed once and spoke pitifully.
âThatâs understandable. Because of her great pride, she was always despised by His Highness, and she was completely abandoned.â
âDid she become completely abandoned?â
âForget it. I shouldnât have said that about a sick personâŠâ
When the maid stopped talking, I heard another maid busily chasing her. The maid with a slightly higher voice spoke to another maid as if she was whining.
âHow can you stop talking? Making people curiousâŠâŠ.â
âOkay. Donât you know that the more you stay in the Imperial Palace, the more you have to spare your words?â
âIâll spare them. Iâll totally spare them. So, huh? Let me know. Curiosity killed the cat.â
The curious maid must have tickled the silent maid. I heard a laugh. The tickled maid sighed as if she couldnât win and brought it up.
âSigh⊠Do I have to keep it to myself? My cousin works for Duke Kazar. You may know that His Highness took Helena to Lady Kazarâs debutante ball.â
âOf course! For a while, all the maids in the palace were going crazy over that, right?â
âBut she said Helena was wearing purpleâ.
After finishing her words, the maid continued to speak with a very low voice.
âWearing clothes in a color that only the royal family can wear means that sheâll soon become the royal family.â
It was not until the maids escaped and the door closed that I opened my eyes.
First of all, the marquis was still captured.
It didnât matter if the marquis died here, but he shouldnât die yet. Because I donât know where to get the cup the marquis had brought.
If I ask the witch, Iâm not sure if she would do me a favor, and I donât know what she would ask for in return.
No, maybe I wouldnât be able to go back even if I kill Helena as the witch told me to. What if the witch deceived me?
Come to think of it, she was weird. Does she need to help me just because itâs fun?
She said she found something important, but I didnât find anything for her. Why did she lie like that to the other witches?
Paranoia kept lingering in my mind. I was pulling my hair out and suddenly found the mirror Anakin gave me in my pocket. I touched the mirror, looked around, and took it out.
âMedeaâ
âI want to ask you something.â
She looked at me silently. Even if she lied to me again, or if I didnât believe her, at least I should ask.
At least later, I could make excuses to myself, likeâ was honest. Itâs just that she wasnât honest.â
âWhat did I find for you? Why did the witches greet me then?â
âItâs not your story, stranger. Youâre going to leave, right?â
âNo, I need to know. Because I donât understand why you are helping me this much.â
Medea laughed, but she was staring coldly at me for the first time. The gaze hardened me.
âYouâre very suspicious. You always think, calculate and think about whether your opponent is trying to hurt you. Poor thing. Arenât you tired of living like that?â
ââŠJust answer the questions | ask.â
ââŠYou, youâve read this world before, right?â
I got goosebumps. I accidentally lost the mirror from my hand. The witch continued without caring about me.
âWhen the story is overâŠâŠ What do you think the world will be like?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhen Godâs story is overâŠâŠ. The world begins to collapse.â
I picked up the mirror again. Medea from the mirror closed her eyes with a hardened face. She took a breath and soon continued to talk
âThe end isnât coming right awayâŠâŠ but it gradually loses power and starts to wear down. Chaotic beings that are neither life nor death begin to appear, and they begin to consume both life and death.â
âThen what happens?â
âLife is no longer born. Death disappears.â
âThen⊠Isnât it done? Itâs maintaining the status quo.â
The witch said with a smiling face.
âLetâs say one person was stabbed. That person remains stabbed with a knife for the rest of his lifeâŠâŠ. Blood keeps coming out, and he feels pain, but he canât die.â
âIt must beâŠâ
Itâs like a zombie. But Iâm sure itâs not a zombie, Medea rubbed her fingertips lightly.
âItâs just that itâs maintaining its condition. All beings who are neither dead nor alive have their own selvesâŠâŠ. Being stuffed without doing anything.â (PR/N:like comparing to stuffed animals.)
Medea somehow had a sad face.
âYou know, witches can move. Weâre not creatures of God. Thatâs why itâs more painful. Weâre the only things that can move, but canât give rest to the world. Because we are not gods.â
âSo? Is that the solution I found?â
âWell, you can say that. We will create a new god in this world.â
Making a god? This was an idea that struck my head like lightning for a moment..
âYou!â
âShh. I said it wasnât about you, right?â
Medea had a scary expression. It was a more eerie face than any other face Iâve ever seen in my life. My heart shrunk as if I was a prey in front of a beast. Medea soon raised the corners of her mouth and warned me.
âIsnât your wish to escape this place and return to your world? Please donât let me have any hostility towards you. Okay?â
ââŠ..I will keep that in mind.â
When I swallowed my saliva and answered Medea, my face was reflected in the mirror again. My face? What was I thinking just now? My body trembled.
No, this is not my face. But somehow, I couldnât remember what I originally looked like. No.