I Thought It Was a Common Transmigration - Chapter 121
But then Count Riegelhoff and Shane went ballistic, demanding to kill me too.
That wasn’t in the original either. Of course not. Because in the original story, Edith’s head falls off before this scene happens.
‘What? What happened?’
I was so stunned that I couldn’t help but look up at Killian, and the look in his eyes was somehow fiery. Is this the same man who said he wouldn’t kill me?
I wondered if Duke Ludwig would try to spare me, and sure enough, he said he would respect Killian’s decision. But Killian was getting angry again when he was told to take me to the dungeon for questioning.
‘Anyway…… Edith’s ending has changed, hasn’t it……?’
I was a little confused, since I thought I was going to die.
But regardless of my confusion, the knights ordered by the Duke grabbed me from either side and pulled me to my feet.
Seeing this, Killian’s temper flared again.
“Get your hands off her!”
The knight standing to my right panicked and raised his hand up, inadvertently catching my scarf in the button of his coat sleeve and pulling off with him.
It was a cheap scarf, but the cold air hit me as soon as the thin scarf came off.
I shivered, then glanced back at Killian who had a very strange expression on his face.
It wasn’t just Killian’s expression, but that of the Duke, Cliff, and everyone else around him.
It was as if they had seen something very unbelievable……
Killian said through clenched teeth. But with just those two words, I realized what made them have shocked faces.
‘Oh, right, my face is a mess……’
My face had been beaten twice by Shane during the kidnapping and three times by Sophia in the basement of Wellesley’s villa, leaving it so bruised, but I was lucky that my nose and jaw were not broken.
No wonder Baron and Baroness Reuben, who had helped me up to the capital, didn’t recognize me, or the knights who roamed the streets.
Because my face was swollen and bruised, and it didn’t look like my face at all.
There’s no way such a face could have healed in just ten days.
The purple and green bruises around my cheeks were still clearly visible.
It was Duke Ludwig who spoke first. “Who did this? Was there any harshness in your capture?”
The knights who had brought me in quickly shook their heads.
“No, she was already in this condition when she was captured!”
“Then what happened? Were you beaten by some thugs while running away?”
At that moment, Killian, who had been staring at me blankly, spoke without turning his head. “Edith was also held at Wellesley’s villa, where my mother and Lizé were kidnapped, and that’s when she was beaten.”
“What? Cliff, didn’t you say Edith wasn’t at the villa?”
Cliff looked a little flustered at the Duke’s questioning. It was a rare sight to see the male lead flustered.
“No, she wasn’t there! I searched every room in the two-story villa, and there was no sign of Edith at all, and her maid also stated that she was not there!”
Killian smirked at that answer. “Did you check the basement?”
“That villa has a basement. Didn’t you know?”
Cliff froze, and Lizé, standing beside him, looked very pale.
“Leonard. Explain what you saw when you went down to Wellesley’s basement.”
As Killian commanded, the knight who had checked the basement with Killian took one step forward and spoke in a clear voice.
“When the door leading to the basement was opened, there were several doors on one side of a long passageway, and only one of them was open. In the middle of the room was a chair where someone had been tied up, and on the floor was a horsewhip, bloodstains, and…… part of Lady Edith’s corsage.”
Killian’s fierce gaze flew to Sophia.
“It must have been you, Sophia, who tied Edith up there and tortured her. You kept saying she wasn’t there until the very end, just to kill her.”
Then Sophia began to giggle. “You have a long life. How the hell did you get out of there?”
Maybe because it was a freezing-cold execution ground, but her giggling was creepy as hell.
‘Maybe she’s the ultimate villainess in this story.’
For a human being who takes pleasure in tormenting Edith for having something she doesn’t have……
“We can’t afford to lose any more time, so put Edith in the dungeon for now.”
The Duke, who seemed to be thinking about something, ordered me to be imprisoned again, his voice softer than before.
Killian tried to protest again, but the Duke firmly turned his head away from him.
Grabbed by the knights again, I began to walk toward the dungeon.
My legs wobbled from the tension, but the knights were much more polite than before, and I didn’t end up being dragged.
The knights who had led me to the dungeon scurried off again, and I stood there a little dazed in the silence, listening to the crackle of torches.
‘What happens to me now?’
In the original story, the narrative after this episode is pretty much centered around Lizé and Cliff. I realized that even if I knew that, it wouldn’t help me at this point.
“Ugh, it’s really cold in here.”
Earlier, I hadn’t really felt the cold because I thought I was about to die, but now I wondered how I hadn’t felt it before.
The aches and pains I had forgotten were back.
I shivered, pulling my coat tightly around me.
Then I heard screams in the distance.
‘The execution has begun.’
I was unmoved by the sound of people being beheaded, knowing that they were the ones who would die at this point.
Honestly, I just felt like they were being punished by heaven.
‘Oh, I’m sleepy.’
I didn’t mean to do it while listening to people die, but the aftermath of not sleeping for days was finally setting in.
I am so tired, so sleepy.
‘If I fall asleep in a place like this, I’ll die……’
With that thought, I drifted off to sleep.
But then I woke up to a strangely familiar darkness, like floating in lukewarm water and seeing the universe……
‘Huh? Isn’t this……?’
As soon as I thought that, I heard a voice I had missed.
[The third exception condition has been met. An exception has been granted and the author’s control has been reduced. The third exception condition will be removed.]
It was a notice that I had been wanting to hear for a long time.
But this time, my mind was flooded with question marks.
‘What? What was it? What was the exception condition this time?’
I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t even bother to ask as politely as I had before. But as if politeness wasn’t important, the announcer-like voice answered,
[The third exception condition: Do not resist your death fate.]
I was dumbfounded, and then I asked again,
‘What did you just say?’
[The third exception condition: Do not resist–]
‘No, I didn’t ask you to say it twice! What the hell does that mean?!’
[It means giving up the will to live when you are on the verge of death.]
‘Oh, you mean, like I did earlier? When I saw Killian coming to kill me, I offered him my neck and hoped it would be done quickly……?’
When the AI-like voice confirmed my answer, I felt even more like shit.
I was dumbfounded for a while, even though I was in a dream, and it was funny to feel that way.
It wasn’t until much later that I felt a surge of anger.
‘That damn author!’
You fucking asshole, are you playing with people’s lives?
Every swear word I knew quickly flashed through my mind, reproducing my anger.
That man, beast, or whatever, the author, must be a crazy psychopath!
This is not a fair or fun game at all.
The third exception condition is tantamount to telling me to die!
“Don’t resist your death fate” means telling me to set my mind to die!
It’s almost impossible for a human being, or any living thing, to do that.
‘And I’ve managed to do the impossible. That’s a real kick in the teeth.’
During my time in the basement of the Wellesley villa, along the way to the capital, until I arrived in the capital and hid myself, covering my face with a scarf, I thought only of living.
And that’s what brought me to the execution ground.
‘Even if I had taken a long carriage ride, the knights would have chased me down and captured me, wouldn’t they?’
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
However, the damn announcer-like voice was not yet finished and I heard another notice.
[Congratulations, you’ve survived. The original storyline set up for Edith Ludwig is now gone. The force that holds this world together has been changed from ‘original flow’ to ‘probability’ as the original flow has become extremely weak.]
I was drained, but somehow I won the battle against the original.
All the author’s efforts to kill me as a villainess have been undone by my immense luck.
‘What I said to Sophia was half true. The hard worker can’t beat the lucky…… I have never wished for this kind of glory, but……’
Only then was I able to fall into ‘real sleep’ with peace of mind.
‘Why did this happen? Why……?’
Lizé had been kept out of the execution ground by the Duke and Cliff’s concern, so that she wouldn’t have to see the gruesome details of the execution.
But Lizé’s hands, bundled in her warm fox fur coat, were still shaking.
‘I can’t believe I lost!’
Lizé paced back and forth outside the execution ground, chewing on her fingertips.