No Evil Lady in the World (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 191

Inside the swaying carriage, Joslyn sank into a heavy, exhausted sleep.

In her chaotic dream, she saw the late Duke’s figure again and again—his back, his face. She cried out his name, one she had never once uttered while he was alive.

But when he turned his back, the late Duke’s face changed into Sediloi’s. Then it became Verbo’s, and soon after, Ariante’s—grown tall in an instant.

That child walked slowly yet proudly toward a lofty seat, wreathed in radiance, as if this place were rightfully hers alone. Her turned back bore an uncanny resemblance to the late Duke’s. An unblemished nobility befitting a member of House Valterminster flowed from Ariante’s entire being like light.

—No! Absolutely not! I won’t allow it—never!

Joslyn cried out in fury, trying to grab Ariante, but she couldn’t. When she turned her head, taking a sharp breath, hands—slick as if pulled from a mud-filled swamp—clung thickly to her bony legs.

—Aaah…!

Joslyn’s body lurched backward with a scream.

And utter darkness, admitting not a single ray of light, swallowed her vision.

“Ugh…!”

Joslyn awoke with a groan as if crushed beneath a boulder, eyes wide as she looked around. Having completely forgotten she was in a carriage, she was startled by the scenery whipping past the window. She clutched her chest tightly, steadying her breath. It had been a hideous dream.

Something snagged against her trembling leg. Looking down, she saw a basket. Opening the lid revealed food untouched for days, nearly spoiled. Some items had already gone bad, emitting a sour stench.

With an irritated expression, Joslyn slammed the basket shut and shoved it away.

During the journey to the capital and back to the duchy, she consumed nothing but a few sips of water. It wasn’t merely due to lack of appetite—she had deliberately starved herself to appear haggard, hoping to appeal to Sediloi.

She’d suffered too many nightmares—not just those during her travels to the capital. At some point, her very life had become a faint, lingering nightmare. When had it begun? Perhaps when she learned she was with child from that single night with the late Duke—the night she failed to suppress her burning desire?

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