Chapter 66
Think as You Like
2024.04.26
Having learned the entire truth, Ceder could no longer add anything to that incident.
In the meantime, the Duchessâs condition rapidly worsened, and a few days later, she quietly passed away.
The funeral was modest, which was natural since her husband, the Duke, had no intention of holding a grand ceremony.
Not long after, Lady Briar officially became the Duchess.
Ceder, unable to face Grisha, kept his head bowed whenever he was near her.
âIâm sorry, Grisha.â
Even these words of apology remained buried deep within his chest.
As he recalled the events of long ago, Ceder wiped his face.
âBack then, without any strength of my own, I couldnât find any evidence. My father covered up any proof pointing to my mother⌠I had promised myself that someday I would repay Grisha for the debt of my heart.â
He hadnât expected things to unfold this way. Grishaâs words echoed vividly in his mind.
[Youâre someone precious to me. Give them back.]
When he met Grisha again after a long time, her demand was clear: she wanted him to divorce Nelly.
She had even carried feelings for him all this time.
Yet, Cederâs heart burned just the same.
âWhy does it have to be Nelly?â
For the first time, he realized someone who simply being nearby could bring him peace of mind existed.
The marriage had begun as a contract unrelated to their will, but he had come to think that spending their lives together might be fineâŚ
[If you feel sorry for me, then you should step back. Isnât that right?]
Grisha pointedly indicated Nelly. She didnât want the title of Duchess or wealthâshe just wanted him to return Nelly to her.
Ceder couldnât bring himself to answer. Grisha, as she had in the past, turned away with a look of contempt, her eyes scolding him.
[See? Youâre all words, big brother. Back then and even now.]
Being hated by Grisha was painful. The weight on his already burdened heart grew even heavier.
Yet, he couldnât give up Nelly. Confused by his own feelings, Ceder repeatedly asked himself:
âWhy couldnât I nod?â
What was she asking of him? It was merely a contractual arrangement to ease mutual inconvenience.
Even the circumstances didnât favor continuing a contract marriage.
âBecause of this contract marriage, Nelly is actually in more danger. Maybe it would be safer to entrust her to Grisha. She seems sincere tooâŚâ
Soon, Nelly would inherit her fortune. She had no reason to maintain the contract marriage any longer.
And someone had appeared willing to protect her with their life, so perhaps freeing her would be best.
âBut I donât want to.â
A fierce resistance rose in a corner of his heart.
If he looked closely, he could understand its source. Yet, he deliberately averted his gaze.
âLet me bury my feelings for a while. After all, thereâs not much time left in this contract.â
For now, he would act as usual and escort her to the academy. Ultimately, the contract marriage and Nellyâs future rested on her own will.
Even if he decided on his own to hand Nelly over to Grisha, it wasnât something he could unilaterally do.
âAfter she inherits, her feelings might change.â
Thus, Ceder put a hold on his emotions.
But no sooner had he resolved to bury them than Nelly, drunk, flung open the lid he had tried to keep shut and embraced him, confessing sweetly:
[Ceder, I like you.]
Burdened by the weight of his feelings for Grisha, he had ignored Nelly as well. Yet she refused to let him run away.
[Why do you keep avoiding me?]
If he were truly an irrelevant stranger, he could have ignored her.
âWhy do you keep shaking me?â
She begged him not to turn away, not to distance himself, promising to correct any mistakes herself. All he could say was:
[Youâve done nothing wrong. The problem is that youâre too beautiful.]
Why was she so irresistibly lovable? He couldnât let go of her hands.
And today, Ceder finally opened the doors of his heart completely. He could no longer avoid her.
[Because Iâve come to like you.]
He was already defeated in front of her.
What is it like to be hit in the head with a hammer? My eyes blinked in a daze.
âDid Ceder just say what I think he said?â
Even though it was my native language, it sounded like a foreign tongue from a distant country.
I tried to replay his words in my mind but couldnât comprehend them, so I asked him again:
“Youâve come to like me? What does that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Iâve come to like you.”
ââŚ?â
My mind filled with question marks as I froze.
Like? So, he had positive feelings for me? That meant Ceder had such feelings toward me.
âWhy would he say that in this situation?â
We were deep in the forest chasing monsters. A Dark Wolf lay dead at his feet.
âWe were just arguing over my health management moments ago.â
Specifically, I had been stopping him from feeding me vegetables and making me exercise.
In this context, I couldnât understand why âlikeâ suddenly came up.
More importantly:
âIf you like someone, you just like them. What does it mean to have âcome to likeâ them?â
Did he mean he shouldnât have liked me but somehow did? Or that he liked me despite having no reason to?
The more I thought, the less positive it seemedâit almost felt like a negative intention.
Yet, seeing his faintly disarmed smile, I doubted it carried that meaning.
âCould it be that he literally means he feels affection?â
While I tried to read his heart, Cederâs face gradually darkened.
He ruffled his hair and spoke in resignation:
“If itâs awkward, pretend you didnât hear it.”
“Why is it awkward? I like you too, Ceder.”
“What?”
His silver-gray eyes clouded as he stared at me. I shrugged.
“I like you, I like Hail, I like all the knights of the Azure Dragon. Being with them feels comfortable.”
Ceder stared at me dumbfounded for a moment, then let out a slow, almost sigh-like laugh.
ââŚItâs not that itâs awkward, you just donât understand.â
“Donât understand what?”
“Forget it. I thought you were a grown woman, but youâre just a child in a grown body.”
“What do you mean?! Are you insulting me?”
Cederâs large hand casually ruffled my head.
I puffed my cheeks like a pufferfish and tilted my head. His words didnât quite make logical sense.
“But you canât be jealous over liking someone. I like meat, but I donât get jealous of vegetables that replace it.”
At my comment, Cederâs eyebrows shot up.
“Why that metaphor?”
“Because right now, my favorite thing is meat?”
“So youâre saying Iâm on the same level as meat? If both I and the meat fall into the sea, who should I save?”
“Um⌔
Do I really have to save him? I canât even swim.
âEven if I could swim, could I carry one of Cederâs legs? Clearly, weâd need magic, not strength.â
Evaporating seawater? Or using levitation magic?
While I pondered these technicalities, Cederâs expression darkened further. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered:
“Ah, this hurts my pride too.”
Ah! Iâd caused a misunderstanding by taking too long to respond. I quickly answered bravely:
“Of course Iâll save you! Raw meat wonât helpâI canât even cook.”
“Stop. The more we talk, the more miserable I feel. Just forget it.”
“But itâs strange.”
I grabbed the hem of Cederâs coat as he turned away, and cautiously voiced the interpretation I had hesitated to speak, fearing it sounded self-absorbed:
“When you say you like me, it sounds like youâre saying you love me.”
ââŚ.â
Ceder looked down at me silently.
Even as I felt his gaze, I couldnât bring myself to meet his eyes.
âDid I say something unnecessary?â
I should have just laughed it off as a silly joke.
It was already awkward, and with Ceder clamming up, the tension only increased.
Eventually, I couldnât hold back, and with a flushed face, looked up at him.
“Ceder?”
When I finally raised my head, he turned his own away.
And in a low, subdued voice, he answered:
ââŚThink as you like.â
Think as I like?
“That means my thoughts are correct.”
I held onto the arm of the man who kept avoiding me and asked seriously:
“Do you really love me?”
“I⌔
His silvery-gray eyes, tinged with blue, flickered.
Like the moon obscured by clouds in the night sky, wavering.
Usually impassive, now he revealed his emotions completely.
Confusion, hesitation, and yet a clear, shining desire, unmistakable even to someone usually oblivious to emotions.