To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
“Father, are you going to the Grand Cathedral again today?”
To Viare’s clear question, he answered with a warm smile as if it were only natural.
“Of course. Isn’t it the place closest to hearing the voice of God?”
Since the words, ‘Would you both like to come with me if you’re free?’ seemed about to follow, Gaisen hurriedly spoke up.
“I’m busy today—I still have Father’s errands to handle. Aren’t you busy too, Sister?”
“Mm, I have many books to read, so I’ll stay in my room.”
At that, their father clicked his tongue regretfully and reluctantly nodded.
“I plan to depart late in the afternoon, so have dinner together on your own.”
“Yes, Father.”
After breakfast ended, Viare went up to her room and examined the bed frame.
She was searching for a note the maid had secretly left after being entrusted with the task earlier.
The maid had worked tirelessly to bring satisfactory results to her mistress and had finally returned with the desired information.
While Viare had been absent at breakfast, they’d already agreed the maid would sneak into the room under the pretense of cleaning and hide the note.
Since the maid had promised to place it deep within the bed where no one could see, Viare endured quite a struggle before finally retrieving it.
At last, Viare pulled out the single sheet of paper and unfolded the note to read its contents.
It stated that a private carriage would be waiting near Weber Forest around ten at night, and that going to the Barnaud at No. 34 would yield the information she sought.
Viare hadn’t set foot in Weber Forest since Dension’s death, so she hesitated with a flicker of doubt.
But Weber Forest was the only path she could take without being seen, so she waited impatiently for nightfall.
[This is the timeline separator]The corridors of the ducal residence after sunset flowed with a still silence, devoid of any human presence.
Aside from the knights guarding the main gate, the rest of the servants would have already returned early to their own quarters.
Gaisen, who had just come back from guild duties, had also sent word that, due to work, he hadn’t practiced swordsmanship in a while and would be training late into the night with Sir Leardon.
Viare checked the time, took a robe from her wardrobe, put it on, and carefully descended the stairs.
Seeing several patrolling knights, she concealed her presence as much as possible and headed in the opposite direction.
The place Viare headed toward was a rarely visited spot near the grand tree visible from her room.
When she reached the area thick with untouched, overgrown vines, a small hole came into view.
It was a tiny space, only discoverable after pushing through the densely tangled shrubbery.
She and Gaisen had discovered this hole while exploring the ducal estate as children, though he seemed to have forgotten about it.
Viare crouched as low as she could and crawled through the hole, then quickly made her way toward Weber Forest after surveying her surroundings.
Just as the maid had said, a private carriage stood waiting at the edge of the forest.
The coachman, having already received payment from her, asked nothing and simply helped Viare aboard.
Since the carriage deliberately took paths untouched by human feet, it jolted more severely than expected, and their progress began to slow.
‘I must arrive before it’s too late…’
Growing anxious, Viare opened the sliding window inside the carriage and asked the coachman,
“How much longer?”
“We’re almost there. But… must you really go?”
Unable to hold back his unease any longer, he finally asked her hesitantly.
“Is there a problem?”
“That place isn’t somewhere a young lady should go alone. Perhaps you should take a mercenary along the way…”
“I’ll be fine. I won’t stay long.”
Having already heard enough warnings from the maid about the Darkworld, she was well aware of the basic precautions.
Since he couldn’t openly defy the insistence of someone of high standing, the coachman let out a sigh and promised to wait nearby before stopping the carriage.
Viare nodded, stepped down, pulled her robe over her face as much as possible, and boldly stepped into the Darkworld.
Just as she’d heard, the place reeked of filth and decay, with mold left unchecked creating a damp, oppressive atmosphere.
On the streets lay people nearly at death’s door, yet no one paid them any mind as they continued on their way.
Appalled by the heartrending sight—now an all-too-familiar routine for them—Viare clenched her jaw shut, forcing down her open mouth.
No matter how pitiful they seemed, thinking only of Dension was already overwhelming enough for her.
‘If I follow this path, I’m sure to…’
It must be the route leading to the Barnaud at No. 34.
Almost at her destination, her heart began pounding wildly from nervousness, and she paused briefly to catch her breath.
At that moment, a ball that children had been playing with rolled onto a porch roof, and a robed man reached up to retrieve it for them.
‘Sir Leardon…?’
The man bore a long scar on his arm—identical to Leardon’s—and Viare momentarily doubted her own eyes.
At first, she thought it might not be him, but the more she observed the scar, the more certain she became.
That wound was the honorable scar he’d once mentioned with a smile, received during sword practice with her father when they were young.
‘Why is he here?’
He should clearly be at the training grounds right now, practicing swordsmanship with his younger brother.
Gaisen often complained that his swordmaster was excessively strict about punctuality.
That made Leardon’s presence here all the more perplexing.
‘Surely nothing’s happened to Gaisen…?’
After handing the ball back, the man gently patted the children’s heads and quickly walked away.
Viare felt as though she were being compelled by some unseen force to follow Leardon.
Though the Barnaud at No. 34 was just ahead, she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
She reasoned that she’d just quickly confirm why he was here, then return to her original destination.
Viare trailed him silently and, seeing him enter an abandoned building, hastily concealed herself.
She’d nearly followed him inside when she realized someone else was already waiting for him there.
Wanting to see clearly what was happening inside, she tried peering through the window—but it was too high, allowing only a narrow glimpse through the crack.
The figure beside Leardon also wore his robe pulled low over his face, making it impossible to see clearly.
Straining to hear their muffled conversation, she stood on tiptoe and raised her head—only to collapse right where she stood.
Blood had soaked the floor so thoroughly it nearly spattered onto the window.
The sight overlapped with the image of Dension’s lifeless body she’d seen before, stealing Viare’s breath away.
Leardon spoke in a hushed tone meant only for the man beside him.
“Someone’s been tailing me.”
He gestured subtly behind him with a tilt of his head, and the figure beside him replied indifferently,
“Just leave it. I’ll handle it.”
Leardon gave a brief bow and left the spot, while Viare tried to rise to follow him outside—but her legs wouldn’t obey.
As Viare trembled violently, her face pale as death, footsteps steadily approached her hiding place.
With legs as unresponsive as if broken, she began pounding them helplessly with her fists.
‘Damn it! After coming this far!’
Realizing her own misjudgment had brought her to the brink of a futile death, she closed her eyes slowly, tears streaming down her face.
The footsteps stopped. He had already reached her.
“Hey—get up already, Sister.”
His familiar voice was so vividly clear that Viare opened her eyes and lifted her head.
For a brief moment, she felt relief at seeing Gaisen standing before her—but then confusion overwhelmed her.
Before she could even wipe her tears, the impossible truth that Gaisen was the central figure in all this made her mind feel as if it were crumbling.
“Why… why are you here?”
“…”
“It was Sir Leardon’s order—you had no choice, right?”
She convinced herself he was merely an unknowing younger brother acting on his master’s instructions. She desperately hoped that was all it was.
“…”
“Please, Gaisen—say something!”
“…Then who else would do it if not me?”
His voice, laced with reproach, left Viare utterly speechless.
“Why can’t you understand? You’re not supposed to do this to me!”
His emotions erupted as he finally unleashed the anger he’d been holding back.
He likely didn’t even know why she was here, and now this situation had been exposed—leaving him furious at himself.
Gaisen, who had endured all this alone solely to protect his elder sister.
Viare had always firmly believed she’d been taking good care of Gaisen under her protection.
But by the time she realized she herself had been sheltered beneath his shield, it was already too late.
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Gaisen’s deep sigh scattered into the heavy night air.
After finally getting Viare onto the carriage and sending her back to the ducal residence, he remained alone in the Darkworld to tidy up the situation.
His own suffering mattered little to him.
All he wished was for his sister to live without ever knowing darkness, pain, or despair.
As always, he believed it was fine—as long as he handled every filthy deed himself.
She only needed to stay just as she was. That alone was enough.
But now everything was ruined. How could he ever make his sister understand?
Yet there was no pretending his bloodstained hands were clean—they were forever tainted.
Still unaccustomed to the stench of blood clinging to him, Gaisen gazed dimly up at the night sky.
A night so utterly consumed by darkness that not even a single brilliant star remained visible.
Gaisen returned to his place bearing his own heavy burden, and Viare returned to hers, each carrying their own crushing weight.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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