The Secret Life of a Certain Count's Lady - Chapter 0 - Prologue

Prologue
translated and edited by rie <3

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“Lilian, run away!”

The dark-haired man desperately cried out. There was blood dripping from his head, covering his handsome face, and his body was full of cuts and scratches.

They’re facing a very strong opponent. He, the first sword of the kingdom, was foreboding death, and the thousands of soldiers who died without screaming once were evidence of that. The fall of their precious homeland, the Kingdom of Arman, was imminent.

“Keuk… Lili, get away, get away now.”

The blonde man, who knelt in the other direction, barely muttered, blood spitting from his mouth. He was staring desperately at someone with his blurry vision. In the middle of the dusty ruins stood a woman in a torn dress. She looked around at the miserable state with blank eyes.

A Prince laying on the floor of the ruined palace, vomiting blood, and a Grand Duke groaning lightly with his broken sword. They were people she loved, and those who loved her. Which is why she could never let them die. Even if her identity gets revealed. Even if she herself dies.

“…I’m sorry for deceiving you.”

The woman said, resignedly, with her long eyelashes lowered. Then she slowly moved forward, passing the men.

“What… Lilian!”

“Lili, you can’t!”

The men who saw the woman heading into the monster’s mouth called her desperately. However, she never looked back. The woman’s blue eyes soon headed straight toward the monster more than anyone else. Her thick lips rattled and uttered a word in a small voice.

“Sword.”

And at that moment, a bright light came out of her hand, and a dazzling white sword was formed in an instant. The intense wind made her chocolate-colored hair flutter, and the hem of her white dress with the torn front also swayed with it. Those who survived looked back at her with a gasp of surprise.

“… It’s a warrior, a warrior!”

A soldier with a severed leg shouted in a hopeful voice. It was a different appearance than what was known as a man, but that white sword was definitely the warrior’s.

The woman responded by naturally grasping her sword. Then, in an instant, she leaped toward the sky and swung her sword. The sacred sword and the monster’s black arms collided, creating a huge wave. That was the last appearance of the warrior, Lilian Isillot.

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