Love Me Just Once (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 144

At those words, Ophelia recalled the attitude Sianna had shown when she came to ask permission to go to the Nevel family’s castle. She’d felt something subtly off about his behavior then—it seemed he’d had a separate plan all along.

I didn’t even realize that, and had intended to ask Anika—the last person Sianna met—about the reason.

Unconsciously recalling the deceased, Ophelia caught her breath. Perhaps it was because she had seen Staret’s death with her own eyes, but not Anika’s—she still couldn’t quite believe the woman was truly gone.

In any case, since the castle gates had been locked, dispatching the investigation team would inevitably be delayed as well. Ophelia looked toward Daheel, who was staying awake through the night beside her. The youth, who had appeared far healthier and more energetic than in her previous life, was staring blankly at the floor, his face pale.

“If you’re feeling unwell, you can go inside and rest.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Then Daheel subtly avoided her gaze. Ophelia didn’t press him further.

In her previous life, Daheel had shown her blind loyalty because he believed she was the one who’d rescued him from the clutches of the former Marquis of Rohos.

But in this life, the boy had been saved by Idren’s hand instead—and he felt deep gratitude toward Anika, who had helped ensure the rescue went smoothly and had shown him kindness until the very end.

That meant the Daheel she knew simply didn’t exist here. Realizing this, Ophelia felt a chill settle in her chest.

Now that she thought about it, of course—it was different from her previous life. She had instinctively treated those around her as she had before, but upon closer inspection, nothing was quite as she remembered it.

No—there was one thing, and only one, that remained exactly the same: Idren. That man who had traveled back in time with her was, after all, indeed the person she knew.

Feeling a small measure of comfort from that fact, Ophelia thought herself foolish. Wasn’t he the very man she’d found most unfamiliar when she first returned to the past? Yet now, simply because he existed, she felt somewhat less alone.

But Idren wasn’t here now—in his place were only unfamiliar things, whose control she wasn’t sure she could even manage. Ophelia slowly dragged her hand down her face, unable to understand how the situation had come to this.

That dawn, the armies of the elder noble houses joined forces and began their assault on Sigrasil Castle. Considering that, aside from the royal family’s private guard, no army was permitted to station within Edegroon, this was clearly an act of rebellion.

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