To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 112

112.

“Damn it…… How can I stop you? To you, I mean nothing at all. Do as you please, Ro. As you always have.”

He bit his lip and lowered his head. A large hand pressed against his eyes. The tremor in Cardier’s voice was so raw that even she, who had steeled her heart, nearly broke. Ro thought Cardier was crying. Yet when he lowered his hand, there wasn’t even a trace of moisture on his face. He forced a painful smile.

“Just don’t hurt yourself. Don’t get injured. Don’t die. Don’t be sad…… Don’t let me hear any bad news. Just live. Please.”

Could there be a more heartfelt confession of love? And at that moment, Ro also realized this was the one and only chance to undo everything. Once this moment passed, Cardier would sever everything himself—completely, without even a shred of regret, as if he had never loved her from the beginning.

So this was her final opportunity. If she just pretended not to know, set aside all her desire for revenge against Nick, and ran into his arms—there might be a brief yet perfect happiness waiting for her.

But what about the Crown Prince? Lady Audrey? The Marchioness Blake and Nick? To break their intricate, sinister connection, Nick—the very link between them—had to be eliminated by any means necessary. Only then would Montrosa, her Cardier, be safe.

To lay the one you love in safety, to sharpen yourself into a weapon, and to fight fiercely with your entire being—this was what Crimson Dawn’s love was. Even if the body changed, even if the soul split apart, it would never change.

“……Alright.”

It was fortunate her voice remained harsh until the very end. She saw Cardier’s blue eyes sink lifelessly, like death. The vitality, the strange passion she always sensed in him, gradually faded away. It was a relief. The more he despised her, the quicker he would recover.

Ro turned her back on him and stepped onto the small boat. Melvin, who had been watching from afar, rushed over in panic. Ro focused on untying the rope and raising the sail. She deliberately kept her thoughts short: rope, boat, seawater, Kirgos’s token, Nick……

When she looked up again, Cardier was nowhere to be seen.

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The wide waterway cutting through the islands appeared at first glance like a deep, broad river. But dipping a finger in and tasting it revealed the unmistakable saltiness of seawater. The current was slightly faster than that of an ordinary river, causing Ro and Melvin to nearly capsize their boat several times while rowing. Had they been even slightly less skilled sailors, they would almost certainly have sunk to the riverbed by now.

After traveling south for about three hours, they briefly moored the boat at the shore to rest. There was still ample time, so conserving their stamina was necessary. They couldn’t afford to collapse the moment they met Nick.

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