I Became the Younger Sister of a Regretful Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 141
Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi
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Chapter 141
Experiencing a searing agony, Cassandra tightened her hand firmly. The piercing pain inflicted by the letter opener, although not comparable to that of a dagger, still elicited a strange sense of satisfaction.
Yet, her delight swiftly transformed into despair. With a sudden and forceful motion, her arms were violently contorted, bearing the crushing weight that bore down upon her entire body, prompting her to unleash a piercing scream.
“This, d*mn b*stard!”
In her perception, Lucian appeared to be distant, but in an astonishingly swift moment, he closed in on her, tightly gripping the wrist that held the letter opener.
A solitary trickle of blood traced a path down her pristine white nape, causing his gaze to become disoriented and turbulent.
Cassandra unleashed her pent-up frenzy with unbridled intensity, foreboding that no second opportunity would arise. Rebelliously, she rolled across the floor and forcefully struck the cabinet with her foot. The cabinet, featuring a glass door, succumbed easily to her kick, shattering upon impact and cascading onto the floor.
Crash—!
As Lucian didn’t let go of Rachel’s body, even as his arms and legs were scraped by pieces of glass rolling on the floor, Cassandra rammed his face with her head in her struggle.
“Ugh.”
Taking the slightest moment of the gap, she swung her arms to get out from under him.
“Go away! Get away from me!”
In that fleeting moment, she perceived a peculiar sensation that the letter opener she had been wielding haphazardly going somewhere.
Startled by an unfamiliar feeling, Cassandra, who had shut her eyes, swiftly regained consciousness. To her astonishment, she observed warm blood trickling down her face.
With a perplexed expression, she then slowly shifted her gaze.
Descending from Lucian’s masculine neck, her eyes settled upon the point where the pristine white skin met the shoulder—a location where the letter opener had lodged itself. Blood seeped from the wound, mingling with the crimson stream emanating from his nose, staining his once-white shirt a vivid red.
Yet, despite the evident injuries, Lucian maintained an impassive countenance.
Unfazed by pain, his unwavering gaze fixated upon Cassandra, or rather Rachel’s, deep blue eyes.
“Ray, come back…”
She was seethed with indignation.
Convinced that her previous attempt had failed to leave a mark, she forcefully seized the letter opener lodged in Lucian’s neck and drove it deeper.
“Kuhk, Ray…”
“I am not the Ray you are looking for!”
“Please… Come back, Ray.”
Lucian, seemingly indifferent to the self-inflicted wound Cassandra had inflicted upon him, incessantly repeated the same words. The physical pain he endured seemed inconsequential as he desperately called out to Rachel, his voice brimming with anguish, hoping she would come back soon.
However, Rachel’s countenance remained unchanged, unswayed by his heartfelt plea.
Witnessing her unyielding demeanor, Lucian’s visage contorted, revealing signs of anxiety. Nevertheless, the strength in his arms, which restrained the woman in front of him, remained unwavering.
Enraged by his actions, Cassandra snatched a nearby shard of glass and unleashed a piercing scream.
“Just die!”
The long red lips were projected on the shard of glass she wielded.
The deeper I went into the cave, the more strange it felt. It felt like my heart was pounding, and I was suffocating.
“What is wrong…”
With a sense of urgency, I quickened my pace, pounding my chest with a clenched fist. My mind buzzed with the determination to swiftly check it out and go back.
As I ventured deeper into the cave, the number of magic stones I encountered multiplied exponentially. The sheer abundance was reminiscent of a vast magic stone mine, or perhaps it felt as though the entire cave itself was a sprawling field of magic stones.
Still, the magic stone did not arouse curiosity. I was just curious about the end of the cave.
What was at the end of the cave?
Driven by an inexplicable urge, I couldn’t resist the compulsion to continue onward, driven by the belief that reaching the end would unveil something. Though fear still gripped me, an overwhelming sense of longing eclipsed it, causing my eyes to burn with an intense desire.
“What is wrong really…”
A wave of melancholy swept over me, causing me to instinctively cover my mouth with my hand. The once radiant white magic had long faded, yet I pressed forward without hesitation as if guided by an innate familiarity with the path.
Time passed, and I found myself standing at an impasse. But before me, a dazzling door emerged, resplendent in its pure whiteness, adorned with enigmatic symbols and intricate patterns.
Enthralled by its enchanting allure, I approached and placed my hand upon it.
Suddenly, a voice pierced through my mind.
— At last… you are back, my poor daughter.
Strangely unable to hold back my tears at the sorrowful voice, I shed tears without making a sound.
…Why am I like this?
Even though I couldn’t understand it with my head, my heart reacted first. I thought I had met a being that I could not dare to touch, but I felt a greater longing than that.
— Come back to your place…
I wanted to listen to the request of that faint voice. I felt an unbearable sense of fulfillment from the tip of my toes as I heard the words that there was a place for me.
…I’ve finally found my place.
My heart raced with anticipation as I felt a confirmation as to why I hadn’t been able to fit in anywhere before.
“This is my place.”
The unknown voice replied to the quiet question immediately.
— That’s right. your place. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time, my daughter.
A tremor coursed through my entire being.
A surge of sorrow enveloped me, washing over like an overwhelming wave. In its relentless embrace, the weight of past anguish, pain, and profound loneliness swiftly receded, as if being swept away in its relentless current.
— Come on in. You have finally escaped from the bondage of reincarnation and returned to my arms. My dear daughter
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down my face as I extended my trembling hand towards the door, captivated by the tender words and the title that seemed to melt away the barriers around my heart and body.
As my hand touched it, a radiant light emanated from the enigmatic symbols and patterns etched upon the door. It felt as though the very door itself had been eagerly awaiting my arrival, filling me with a profound sense of joy.
Just as I was about to summon the strength to push open the door, another voice intruded from an unknown source.
This voice was far from gentle, resonating with an unmistakable urgency, desperation, and sorrow…
“…Luci?”
It was his voice that I loved.
It was then that my senses seemed to come back.
The hot tears stopped before I knew it, and I gazed at the door in front of me. The next moment, the hand that had been prepared to push the door pulled back without hesitation.
“…My place is not here.”
I uttered quietly to the voice that I had been hearing.
…Yes, my place was not here.
I had already decided to stay by Lucian’s side… I decided to stand alone by his side and show him a more confident side.
My love…
I decided to live happily by his side, who was my alter ego and my bright future.
“I don’t think so. Thank you for waiting, but I don’t think this is my place.”
As I spoke incoherently, the voice rang in my head.
— I always respect your opinion, but you will come back…
After hearing that, I turned around and ran away. I ran as hard as I could toward him who still called me sadly.
Why was it such a sad voice?
I wanted to wake up from my dream, hug him tightly, make eye contact, and kiss him. The sensation of being pulled beneath the water was still unfamiliar to me, yet strangely familiar at the same time.
Just as I felt myself starting to float towards the surface, Lucian’s face emerged before me, occupying my entire field of vision. Normally, I would have to open my eyes to see his face. However, before I could even contemplate the peculiarity of the situation, my mouth instinctively parted, as if compelled to speak before anything else.
“Luci!”
Lucian, who had been staring at me tenaciously until I opened my mouth first, hugged me roughly.
“Ugh, Lucy?”
The burden of his sizable frame weighed heavily upon me, suffocating my senses. Though I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind it, I instinctively clung to him, seeking solace in his embrace.
However, an odd sensation tingled at my fingertips, damp and sticky, instilling a sense of discomfort that caused me to frown instinctively.
As I slowly lifted my hand on his shoulder, I could see the reason.
“Why…”
It was only after checking with my eyes that I discovered the source of the stinging sensation in my palms. However, it wasn’t the blood that concerned me; rather, it was the copious amount of blood coating my hands, surpassing what should have been flowing from the small cracks on my palms.
“…Luci?”
His shirt was stained red.
Not just in one spot, the entire stained shirt was damp, as if it was originally a red shirt.
“Aahh…”
My attempts to articulate coherent words were futile.
Hastily distancing myself from him, an object descended between us. I wished for it to be a magic crystal like before, but contrary to my wishes, it was a letter opener and a large shard of glass serving as a barrier between us.
With trembling eyes, I glanced downward at the two sharp objects, now stained with dried blood. Then, my gaze slowly ascended.
His intense golden eyes appeared hazy, as if blurred.
A cold sweat formed on his forehead while his once rosy lips turned a pale shade of blue. He breathed shallowly, uttering words that seemed unfamiliar to even himself, as if struggling to comprehend his own condition.
“Why are you sleeping so long?”
It sounded like a rebuke, but there was a deep sense of relief in his voice, so I couldn’t help but notice it. It seemed that when I briefly entered the cave, Cassandra took over my body.
…And she tried to hurt the person I love.
But when he saw it, it would still be me… otherwise he would not have been so easily defeated.
His entire being bore the signs of piercing wounds, with blood ceaselessly flowing from every puncture. A sense of dizziness overwhelmed me, as if struck on the head with a bat, and simultaneously, a peculiar sight materialized before my eyes.
My mistakes that I had erased from my memory converged with his present state, creating an overlapping image.
“Huhk—!”
The moment I realized that, I couldn’t breathe as if someone had blocked my mouth.
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