Fakes Don’t Want To Be Real

FAKES DON’T WANT TO BE REAL~ 103 ~ Whenever two or more people gathered, they talked about Glorielle’s exploits until their mouths watered. “Did you hear, Princess Glorielle was a Swordmaster!”“Man, you’re way behind on your news, when was that not known to the public!” The gentleman lamented his friend’s lack of information. “Then you might not know of this either, that the princess has captured a demon that no one else has ever caught!”“Is that true?”“Of course! That’s why everyone was in such a frenzy right now.” Looking around, the gentleman leaned toward his friend and cleared his throat. “A Swordsmaster and a Duke on top of that. Furthermore, it’s being said that sooner or later Silkisia might change hands-”“Stop that, man.” The burly gentleman’s friend flicked his ears back as if he’d heard some nonsense. “Don’t you go and say such things!”“I’m not the only one who thinks so?”“Yes, but not when the Duke Silkisia is present else you’ll meet his eyes staring at you.”“That may be so, but whether or not the Duke will stay still is another matter.” At tea parties, on the hunt; anywhere possible, nobles compared Glorielle to the current Silkisia. “By the way.” Rattle. Setting down her teacup gracefully, one of the noblewomen tilted her head. “You haven’t seen Princess Lilian lately, have you?”“Yes, I haven’t seen her either.”“I haven’t seen her since the last time I saw her at the crown prince’s banquet. Perhaps, is she ill?”“She said that when we meet again, she would tell me about the discernment ceremony… Young Miss, you were close to Duke Lenox, have you heard anything?” The lady shook her head. “No. I didn’t see the Duke either. Is he busy?”“Busy?” One of the thick-haired young lady giggled as she fanned himself. “Maybe he’s too festering to come out.” He was, but that wasn’t the reason. Lennox was ordered to be self-reflected for his random words of the blue moon and his reckless talk at the conference room back then.It also cut off the nobles who were trying to get information from him. “You bastards, I told you this wasn’t right!” Even the young master who was in an unstable circumstances was like that, so those who had low loyalty to the Silkisia, have disappeared one by one.Lillian, on the other hand, was quiet. “Sob, sob….” She sat and stared at her prized necklace, crying desperately. It was upsetting that Psychke was a real Silkisia, but it was also known to everyone that she had a discrimination ceremony.She couldn’t walk around in peace because everyone she met asked her why the test had changed colors if she wasn’t a capable person. On the other hand, she was devastated by Jess’s betrayal of her trust.As the two siblings were doing this, Silkisia was like a portrait house. This was not much different for Logan, the owner of the house.BANG!A glass ornament smashed against the already battered door.It shattered beyond recognition. “Psychke… Pyschke –!” Logan screamed a name he could have chewed. “I should have killed her then, I should have killed her!” She spared her, afraid of what the Emperor would do to him. He was complacent, believing that as long as he made him drink the tea that would crush her abilities, he would be fine.He shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have!He should have dealt with her while he had the chances.  He clenched his fists as it trembled and blood dripped from the tiny shards of glass. He searched for something to throw unfortunately, there was nothing more intact here.Then his gaze fell on a black stain on the carpet.It was where he threw ink on Yzhar. Logan gritted his teeth.Yzhar may have gone north, but he was no match for Psychke. At best, he could stall for time, and even then, Verndia would interfere. Nor can he bribe people with money, as he did at the Second Prince’s birthday banquet.It was hard enough to keep the mansion afloat with Lenox’s spending spree.As soon as tomorrow, there would be a man from the blue moon demanding payment of his debts.He failed.No title, no children, no fortune.Is this the end? “… Don’t make me laugh.” His eyes glowed with madness. These tribulations were nothing compared to the trials he gone through to reach this position.Silkisia, the beautiful mansion with this glorious name belonged to him.It had to be.He sat down at his desk and picked up his quill.If he stand still, he die, if he doesn’t stand still, he die. Wouldn’t it be right to at least do something? 「 ‘If it weren’t for me, Psychke would have died in the streets.She doesn’t remember who clothed her, fed her, put her to bed, and educated her.This was truly deplorable.She was ungrateful and unable to repay these favors, and she was so blinded by her accolades that he does not even recognize his parents and siblings…….」 The roughness of the letters gradually became neat. The more he wrote, the more he calmed down.With a calmer face, he shouted. “Fetch Lillian!” The hired help, who had been waiting outside the door, shivering at the sound of the banging, ran quickly.Soon, his spunky biological daughter appeared. “Sob, you called for me.” Logan tossed a letter to the gaping Lillian. “Take this and go north.”“Th, the… north?” Lillian stuttered. Why would she go there…?The knights would protect them, but she didn’t want to go where there were demons.Besides, it was cold there, and the fall in the north was even worse than the winter in the capital.It was no place for her, as fragile as a trembling flower, to be seen with a sword in hand.Still, the look on Logan’s face, contorted like a demon, made it impossible for her to say no, so she took the letter. “Ye, yes. I understand.”“Go find Count Ruan, give him the letter, and do what you have to do.” He had resented Ruan when he offered help Lestir, saying that the estate was too close together and he was afraid of demons crossing over. In hindsight, it was a stroke of genius.Therefore, he saw it as an opportunity. “Y, yes…” Not really wanting to go, Lillian forced herself to answer and left the room. The door clicked shut.Logan stared coldly at the closed door as if Psychke was standing behind it. *** A month later.Lillian arrived in the North with Logan’s letter.When she reached Lestir’s castle, the first thing she did was run to Psychke. “I was worried when I heard you were injured, I hope you’re feeling better now. Are you hurt anywhere?” Beautifully shiny silver hair, deer-like blue eyes. A thin, trembling voice, hands clasped together across her chest.Psychke’s eyes unhurriedly closed and opened at the sight of her unexpected visitor.Apparently, no matter how many times she repeated her words, it doesn’t sounded welcoming. “Are you sleeping good? Are you eating well? Lennox and my father are worried about you. Older brother and I have been keeping contact with each other, but you, you’re not answering my calls…” Lillian’s voice lengthened with wistfulness. Psychke’s eyes lengthened and narrowed. She swore to God she had never received a letter from Lillian. Regardless, it wasn’t like Lillian would ever give her one.And yet here she was, telling such a ridiculous lie, probably with someone else watching. ‘Get out.’ Psychke gestured to Miya, who was waiting to take over.Miya, who had been wiping tears from her eyes with her apron in what had been a touching sisterly reunion, left the room. “Why did you come?” Psychke asked bluntly as soon as Miya’s footsteps were out of earshot. Lillian’s eyes narrowed as if she didn’t understand. “Why? We’re sisters.”“Didn’t you come to spy on me whether I made the Duke fall in love with me?”“Spying, such word!” Lillian’s eyes fluttered, feigning genuine outrage. “I came here because I was really worried about you!”“You’ve gotten better at manipulation while I’ve been gone. It’s just the two of us here, there’s no need to pretend.”“Manipulation, what do you mean? I just came because I really miss you…” Lillian sobbed softly.Psychke, who hadn’t slept well because of her strange dreams, pressed her temples together in sudden exhaustion. ‘I wonder what she’s missing.’ She lowered her gaze at an angle and let out a faint sigh. She had to read between the lines to get a sense of intent, and even that was a chore.Regardless, Lillian chatted excitedly. “It’s almost lunchtime, and if you haven’t eaten yet, let’s go get some.”“I don’t think so.”“Oh, come on, I haven’t seen you in a long time, let’s eat.”“Lillian.” In a low voice, Psychke cut her off.She stared at the other woman with cold, sunken eyes. “Did you bring the emerald necklace?” Lillian’s smile quickly faded.In that look, Psychke read the answer. “You must have realized it was mine, but you didn’t bring it.” She wouldn’t bring it to the north for the fear someone will steal it while she was gone.It must mean she has no intention of returning it.Unexpectedly, Psychke lowered her eyes. “I want you to leave.” Lillian staggered to her feet.Without opening her mouth any further, she headed for the door, then hesitated, turning her head slightly toward Psychke. “I really wanted to get along with you, I really do.”“If you really wanted to get along, you should have brought the necklace, not acted so brazenly like this.” Lillian bit down on her lip at the lack of warmth of Psychke. Inaudibly, she warned, barely above a whisper. “You’ll… regret it.” When the door slummed shut, she felt so relieved she was not crying of Lillian’s unfair treatment towards her.Psychke’s heart didn’t stir. In silence, Psychke cleaned up where Lillian had left off.