Fakes Don’t Want To Be Real

FAKES DON’T WANT TO BE REAL~ Chapter 114 ~ That woman, on the verge of dying and in pain, kept asking that he kill her. He couldn’t even see her face as the thick fog covered her face. ‘Kill me.’‘Please, Lestir. Please-‘ He drew out his sword and then halted. He shook his head in hopes that his vision will return to normal. “Tsk.” Verndia clicked his tongue. Psychke had never said anything about visions like this. He didn’t know if it was the effect of sharing the curse. With that, he clenched his fists. Whatever the vision meant, it felt disgusting. He finally wondered if this what it truly what she felt when she caught a glimpse of the past she had already forgotten.Upon calming himself, he resumed walking. However, the scenery had changed once again. This time around was a hill covered in spring flowers. ‘Lestir! Lestir!’ The same woman in the snow came running and panted upon reaching him. Rather than blood, she looked younger and there was no single wound in her body. ‘Adhel came to ask my hand for marriage. Don’t you have anything to say to me?’‘… Say to you?’‘…. You were the one who asked Adhel to marry me.’‘… Yes, thank you, and have a nice life. But… can I come over to hang out sometimes?’ The scene flipped, and he was standing in the middle of an empty hallway again. He could decipher the disappointment in the woman’s voice, and the anticipation in her eyes. Even through the fog, he could somehow see the look on her face. The regret that came with it was a sharp stab to his heart, and Verndia gritted his teeth. ‘What a damned curse.’ I would have understood if she had appeared in the form of a princess. He would have understood if she had appeared using Princess’s visage. Who the hell was she to disturb her mind this much? He took a step back and yet the scene had changed for the third time.This time was a drawing room. ‘Are, are you sure you don’t need me anymore? Without you..’‘… I got tired.’‘Without my powers, you’ll die. With that reason, we were close…’‘Right, I’m sorry I got tired of you.’‘I won’t come back again.’ “Wait….” He was about to grab the retreating figure of the woman, but he instantly stopped. And his mouth that was about to blurt anew, halted in its movements. He inadvertently cursed.This wasn’t his first vision, but it was unusually difficult to endure. Every step the woman took felt like a tearing pain in his heart, an irreversible taste of hell.Suddenly, he came to his senses and wiped his face. For some reason, he was crying. “… Ha.” A centuries-old curse, and clearly not a regular one at that. These visions were destructively realistic. “This is crazy.” He quickened his pace, passing a hazy glance to the woman. If this much was difficult for him, what’s more for Psychke? After a few more visions, he finally saw the sky-blue curtain that Psychke had once told him about. Quickly regaining his senses, Verndia flew to the curtain and pulled it open.At the sight before him, he remembered something he had forgotten. “Look who it is, the Duke of Lestir.” The Emperor, still holding the stunned Psychke, sneered. He had attempted to flee but the opaque figure that appeared randomly prevented him from doing so.It was the effect of the ghost-catching net Verndia had set up. “….” Verndia staggered back from the cascade of memories. As he leaned against the wall to catch his breath, the Emperor looked down at Psychke in his arms with unmoved eyes. ‘Why am I suddenly losing my senses?’ It must be the Lestir blood. Shia can’t be with Lestir in this state. “… Damn. That’s what it was.” The chaotic memories began to come together and Verndia steadied himself with his legs. His tear-stained violet gaze traveled from the Emperor to Psychke and back to the Emperor. “A dream isn’t even enough to call of this.” The captive emperor sounded as arrogant as the real one. Verndia didn’t know how he managed to get his soul out, but he seemed to think of this lightly since he hadn’t reacted much upon seeing him.Then Verndia spoke up. “A dream?” There was a chill in his voice, a different accent than usual, but alas, the Emperor did not recognize it. The Emperor’s voice was smooth, as if he were pushing a conflicted person’s back when faced with a choice. “A dream, yes. A dream it is.”“Ha.” At the sound of his voice, his confused eyes became clear. The first Lestir, who had regained all his memories, muttered coldly. “You’ve gotten more damned while I was gone.” He met the Emperor’s gaze with his blazing eyes. Then he drew his sword and pointed it at his opponent. “Adelheid.”“…!” The Emperor’s complexion changed at the new title. How was that possible? Lestir dryly replied to him. “Did you think I hadn’t prepared anything for you?” … Was he the reincarnation of the first Lestir? The Emperor didn’t know that he had reincarnated in the same generation as Shia. Of course, persuasion didn’t work on Lestir since he is Verndia – there was only death.  Since the death of the soul is the death of the body, the emperor grabbed Psychke’s neck in a hurry to take her as his hostage.But that was his terrible mistake.  “Aaaah!” The Emperor clutched his arm, blood gushing from it like a fountain. It wasn’t separated from his body, but it was cut so badly that he couldn’t even lift it. This was the price for daring to touch Lestir’s power. “I don’t kill people once like I used to do.” With his ungripped hand, Lestir held the woman the Emperor had missed dearly. Then he glanced at the anguished Emperor. “Giving you a very easy death was what I had regretted among anything.”“Lestir!” The Emperor angrily gritted his teeth. And his shout turned to a scream at a single wave of Lestir’s hand. “Aah!”“Quiet.”“Aah!!” The smell of blood was palpable. Black hair swayed eerily in the wind that blew against the night sky. His sword glinted in the moonlight, creating a chilling silver line. Verndia had already reduced a man to rags in an instant. However, his numb expression didn’t change. “Ugh, cough…” The fallen emperor, covered in blood, breathed raggedly. Cough, he coughed up blood. “Y, you think you’re going to get away with this?” Lestir ignored his words. He doesn’t think there was anything for him to go so he should wrap this up quickly…He raised his sword high, feeling like he was killing a pesky insect. “Ugh…” With a shallow groan, Psychke’s eyes fluttered shut. The sword’s straight, vertical descent stopped. An emotion flashed across Lestir’s mask-like face. It was guilt. “I’m sorry. That was too loud.”“Nngghh….” Psychke staggered, as if she was on the verge of awakening from this vision. Her brow wrinkled as if she were trying to wake up somehow, but she finally stopped tossing and turning, unable to open her eyes. “Good night.” He pulled Psychke into a tight embrace, rubbing his cheek against her silver hair. His face was so peaceful that he didn’t look like the man who had just swung his sword with the intent to kill a man. “Cough….” Taking advantage of Lestir’s distraction, the fallen Emperor crawled away. He risked his life to get away of the barrier that enveloped them and finally, he succeeded!Pow!The sound of electricity crackling made Lestir, who had been focusing all his attention on Psychke, look up. He locked eyes with the fleeing emperor and his eyes glowed. “You little rat.” The bloodied sword slammed into the floor. But it was too late. The target disappeared faster than the sword pierced it. The emperor’s opaque body oxidized into light and flowed across the dark balcony toward another dimension. “Tsk, I should have killed him.” Lestir stared in disbelief at the spot where he had disappeared. Now that the emperor was thoroughly trampled, he would never do this again. However, Lestir’s chance of assassinating him without anyone’s knowledge had vanished. “I’ll take care of him soon.” In a nonchalant tone, he resigned himself to the task at hand and lowered his gaze to look at the woman who would not wake up as long as he was here. Neither of them will remember anything when they return to reality. But at least in this lifetime, he got to meet her. “Hello, Shia.” He pursed his lips in a small smile. A sentence that the owner of the name wouldn’t be able to hear was said in a longing, genuine tone. “I dearly missed you.” (TN: OHMYFREAKINGGOD! JUST HOW THE TURN OF EVENTS— So they were reincarnations of the first generations of each family. Even Lia, Widnix… OMG, that was why they were in the background after all. I’m not sure about Lia tho, but looking back at how she helped them, it could be a possibility. Wow.)