The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

p>As her eyelids slowly showed her eyes, they looked like two full moons on a midsummer night.

“Maxwell?”

Rosetta, who just woke up, unhesitatingly called the unfamiliar name.

Then, Cassion also nodded without hesitation.

Ah, it’s finally started.

 

* * *

 

“Young Duke, the Princess has just arrived.”

Sitting in front of a desk that he hadn’t left all night, Damian’s hand stopped moving.

His eyes were closed for a moment because of a headache, but they soon headed towards the butler as he mentioned the news.

After the silence that stretched between them, there was a brief question asked.

“And her condition?”

“I don’t believe she had been hurt anywhere.”

“…Alright.”

Following the calm voice was a light sigh of relief.

He was so nervous that she left without even a single knight to escort her.

However, when she said that she wished to spend time ‘alone’ with such an exhausted face, he couldn’t refuse her request.

He was nothing but a sinner in front of Rosetta.

’I’m sorry.’

And she only limped away from the apology that he uttered fleetingly.
Something that lingered, affection, yearning.

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It was a back that seemed to move away without leaving anything behind.

Her appearance back then was his doing.
His brief apology, just ‘I’m sorry’, was evidence of his crime.

A large hand swept over his face.

Calluses were felt over that hand.

It was cold.

And.

Revolting.

The incident with Katie was only a few days ago.

When Rosetta collapsed to the floor covered with blood, Katie knelt down in front of him and claimed her innocence.

To be honest, he didn’t know what to believe.

Perhaps Rosetta was lying.
Perhaps this was all orchestrated.

Without Alicia appearing right then, he was unsure whether he would have locked up Katie in the dungeon.

Even at this moment.

And it must have been noticed by Rosetta as well.

She had asked him who he believed now, and this was proof enough that she knew.

‘I’m sorry.’

It was proof enough when she did not look back at his belated apology.

How much pain did this memory give Rosetta? He couldn’t even imagine it.

As a matter of fact, he lived all his life avoiding her.
For him, Rosetta herself symbolized the uncomfortable truth.

He avoided her because he was afraid of resentment or hatred, and whenever he faced her, he couldn’t hide his discomfort.

Even though he knew this would hurt Rosetta, he turned a blind eye in order for himself not to get hurt.

But to top it all off—he tried once again to turn a blind eye to her even at the most crucial moment.

‘Absolutely revolting.’

A terrible sense of guilt was strangling him.

He hated her without realizing it even when his mother told him not to hate the innocent child, and now, questions arose whether he should have or should not have done so.

It was too late, these questions.

He realized all these while looking at Rosetta, who no longer looked back.

“Where’s Rosetta?”

“The Lady is in the guest room right now.”

“Not her room, but the guest room.
Why?”

Damian brows furrowed at the unexpected answer.

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However, the next answer made him even more perplexed.

“That is, the Lady brought a person—a man—home.”

 

* * *

 

“Sister.”

After hearing a short knock, Rosetta opened the door and there, Alicia appeared with a timid yet cheerful voice.

Entering the guest room, Alicia’s eyes widened as she glanced inside.

“Alicia.”

When Rosetta called her name, Alicia quickly approached her and grabbed her arm, whispering.

“I heard that Sister came back today, so… I came to see you, but…”

Her eyes were still wide as she looked into the room.

She expected that there would be at most just Rosetta or a few maids with her, but she was surprised to see that there were more people than she thought.

And lying on the bed was Cassion, and there was a doctor examining him.

Some maids and attendants were carrying medicines and soaked towels.

Alicia glanced towards Cassion, curious about the stranger she was seeing for the first time.

“Sister, who is that person? He looks like he’s hurt… Did Sister bring him here?”

Rosetta simply smiled and nodded at the whisper that flowed into her ear.

Somehow, it felt like she had to answer in the same hushed tone, Rosetta leaned forward slightly and whispered.

“Yes, I brought him here.”

“Why?”

The wide eyes simply blinked and asked for the reason.
After that, as soon as Rosetta was about to answer—

Again, another character appeared with the sound of a knock.

That character strode into the open door, and Rosetta locked eyes with him.
Instantly, the air was charged with an awkward, uncomfortable air.

“Brother.”

The first one to call him was Alicia.

With her arm still linked with Rosetta’s, Alicia waved to him with the same hand, and Rosetta’s body moved along as well.

Rosetta curtsied quietly and greeted Damian.

“I’ve returned, Brother.”

Her voice rang clearly amidst the slightly noisy room.

When she gently curved her eyes into a smile, Damian’s narrow eyes hardened.

Evidently, it was the face of a sinner who was struggling with guilt.