At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 103

Whether due to the Golden Prohibition or despite it, Pheon’s life had been exceedingly monotonous.

Survival, his mother, and Beatrice imposed by the Golden Prohibition—that was all there was. Anger, injustice, misery—none of these emotions mattered; only desperate, overwhelming survival instinct came first. He had to endure.

Amidst all that, Beatrice—forcibly inserted into his life by the Golden Prohibition—was an utterly ridiculous foreign presence. He had been brainwashed into a kind of “love.” The core of that brainwashing was that she was someone profoundly meaningful to him, built upon loyalty and friendship over a long period.

Thus, Pheon never felt any joy or delight from that relationship. He merely accepted it as it was and felt only relief that he had barely fulfilled his duty.

Naturally, he felt no jealousy either.

“Just being Princess Ostein’s lover is already luckier than most.”

“Who’s that lucky bastard?”

Whispers around him still hadn’t ceased. Lover, lover… What if Caella truly found a lover she liked?

What could he do? The answer was already decided. Just as Caella couldn’t utter a word, neither could he. He should be grateful if they even treated him like a human being.

When he came to his senses, he realized there were countless reasons why Caella wouldn’t choose him, that what had been done couldn’t be undone, and that he was reduced to clinging to the hem of her skirt, begging for pity.

Hence, this unease was something he’d never felt before—not even toward Beatrice, who had countless admirers. And the urge to throw his left glove at the faces of those currently staring at Caella—that was a jealousy he’d never experienced before.

He’d thought death was his only enemy, yet there were others—tangible, living men shamelessly approaching Caella.

“It’s quiet now.”

No more men approached Caella after she’d enjoyed some fresh air by the riverbank and savored a delicious dessert. Her surroundings were calm—but true silence hadn’t really fallen.

“It’s because I’m here. Without me, you’d be swarmed again with men trying to talk to you.”

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