Chapter 215: Estelle is Smiling (6)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 215: Estelle is Smiling (6)[R-18]
“Every day since I regained my memories has been hell. The faces of my dead wife and son appeared in my dreams every night, resentful of me.”
“The guilt of failing to protect my family, and the disgust I felt toward myself for living in blissful ignorance of the past... I thought about taking my own life many times.”
“But I couldn't bring myself to do it. The face of my fiancée, who would grieve my death, came to mind... and this might sound like an excuse... but Estelle, your face kept flickering before my eyes, making it impossible to die.”
“...Because if I died, you would truly be left all alone in this world.”
Jeffrey’s voice was low and heavy.
“In the end, I confessed everything to my fiancée. Thanks to her warm comfort, I found the courage to live again.”
“After that, I hired people to gather information about you. And before long... Estelle, I heard the news about your legs.”
Jeffrey bit his lip hard, his eyes reddening once more.
“I felt like I was going insane. My brother and his wife, my own wife and son... and finally, even you... I loathed my own incompetence for failing to protect anyone. I didn't have the courage to face you immediately.”
“But... I didn't give up! I couldn't! I searched the entire world and looked everywhere to find a way to make you walk again, no matter what it took.”
“And finally, I found a way. By applying the Magical Nerve Engineering used in my prosthetic leg, it’s possible to reconstruct even the spine and treat your legs.”
“Of course, the technology is currently only perfect in theory and hasn't even reached the clinical trial stage... but it was my only hope.”
“Normally, the first test subject for that technology was supposed to be the heir of the family that is the largest investor.”
“But I mobilized all my connections and wealth... and by any means necessary, I succeeded in changing that order. So that you, Estelle, could be the first subject.”
A burning obsession flickered in Jeffrey’s eyes.
“It wasn't easy. That family still isn't very happy about it. It was only possible because I cleverly exploited the fact that you are my blood relative—the first successful case of adapting to a prosthetic using Magical Nerve Engineering...”
“...and the anxiety of being the very first subject of a new technology. A miracle like this will probably never happen again.”
“As soon as I heard the news that you were confirmed as the final candidate, I immediately took a carriage to the Empire... to the Black Dahlia residence. And then I saw you.”
Jeffrey took a deep breath and took Estelle’s hands in his trembling ones.
“Estelle... come with me. Let’s go to the Demon Kingdom and get the surgery. It took me a full five years to completely adapt to my prosthetic, but with your talent, Estelle, you’ll be able to walk on your own two feet again after at most three years of rehabilitation.”
“...Three years?”
“Yes, three years. I know how difficult a decision it is to leave for a strange place where you know nothing. But Estelle... if not now, this opportunity may never come again. ...As your uncle, I cannot bear to watch you live the rest of your life sitting in that cold wheelchair.”
“U-Uncle... I, I... it’s all so sudden... I don't know what to say right now...”
As Estelle began to shed tears in her confusion, Jeffrey shook his head gently.
“Don't worry. You don't have to answer right now. Think it over thoroughly. In the end, your feelings are what matter most. But... I hope you don't deliberate for too long. Opportunity does not wait for us forever.”
Jeffrey squeezed Estelle’s hands tighter as he continued.
“And... on a personal note... once I leave the Empire this time, I plan to completely discard the name ‘Black Dahlia.’”
“...What? Uncle?”
“Don't be surprised, Estelle. In truth, I’ve already discarded it. I only borrowed the Black Dahlia name for a moment today... so I could meet you as your uncle.”
With an expression that held both bitterness and relief, Jeffrey stroked his engagement ring.
“So, there is no need to return the fortune left to you. Jeffrey Black Dahlia died that day, and all the wealth inherited by you belongs to you, the rightful heir of Black Dahlia.”
“...Uncle.”
“Estelle, don't misunderstand. I’ve only discarded the Black Dahlia name. I will always be your only family. You can come to me whenever you wish. This uncle’s home will always be open to you.”
[Author: ChildhoodFriendRapist■]
[Ah, seriously, should I just kill this childhood friend bastard... Is this motherfucker insane?][7]
[Author: ChildhoodFriendRapist■]
[No, seriously, does this situation even make sense? God dammit.][3]
[Author: ChildhoodFriendRapist■]
[Seriously, I want to kill guys who suddenly go MIA. For real.][6]
Is this crazy bastard really ghosting me for 37 hours now? Did he develop some new concept of suicide?
oo(211.209): Ah, this smells like an NTR setup. oo
ㄴ ChildhoodFriendRapist■: Shut your mouth if you don't want to die.
ㄴ oo(211.209): U mad?
Tap, tap—
“Sigh... seriously...”
Evelyn stopped replying to comments and flopped onto her bed.
Normally, she would have fought until the end, but she didn't even have the energy for that right now.
‘Ian... you son of a bitch... you jerk...’
How dare that piece of shit Ian...!!
Of all people, how could he stand me up!
Of course, it wasn't like they had stamped a contract to go to the summer festival together.
...But!
Between childhood friends of 15 years, isn't there an unspoken rule that must be kept even without saying it?
For example, the rule where Ian comes to the mansion the day before the summer festival to have dinner together, gets embarrassed while hearing my parents ask when we’re getting married, cuddles in the room before falling asleep, and then walks around the festival holding hands from the next morning!
‘He’s done it every single year without fail...’
She never imagined he would stab her in the back so suddenly like this.
Especially since this year, they weren't just childhood friends, but ‘lovers’! It was their first festival together as a couple...!
Tap, tap—
Fuming again, Evelyn moved her fingers across the Gallery search bar.
[Title + Content ▼][I hate my childhood friend, I want to kill him. He’s a very famous son of a bitch.][Search]
-[Dream interpretation: childhood friend smiling with another woman]
-[Anxiety when someone doesn't contact you]
-[How to check if someone is cheating]
-[Possibility of a childhood friend cheating]
-[Reasons why a guy suddenly stops responding]
-[Psychology of a man who doesn't contact you]
-[Aegyo to make a boyfriend feel better when he's sulking]
-[How to pick a lock without a house key]
-[Reasons why a childhood friend goes MIA]
-[Going MIA for no reason]
-[Childhood friend ignoring my messages]
-[Crystal ball signal is going through but he's not picking up]
-[Is the crystal ball broken?]
-[12 hours of sleep]
-[Average male sleep duration]
-[Underwear recommendations]
-[Sexy clothes that aren't bunny girl outfits]
-[Sexy clothes]
-[Summer festival outfits]
-[Women's summer coordination]
...
..
.
“Fuck... is this Gallery seriously dead? Nothing useful comes up.”
When she searched for ‘childhood friend’ in the titles, 99% of the results were posts she had written herself.
She barely managed to find one that looked plausible...
[How to reconcile with your childhood friend. [Let's find out]][3]
Is αnyone fεεling lσst σn hσw tσ mαkε υp αftεr α hυgε fιght wιth thειr chιldhσσd frιεnd?
I’m hεrε tσ shαrε α rεαlly grεαt tιp wιth yσυ.
Wιth thιs σnε thιng, rεcσncιlιαtισn ιs tσtαlly pσssιblε!
Thαt αwkwαrd tιmε whεrε yσυ’rε bσth flυshεd αnd nσt spεαkιng cαn εnd nσw!
Nσw, pαy αttεntισn! If yσυ hαvε thιs ‘Mαgιcαl Chαrm’ I’m αbσυt tσ εxplαιn!
Any fιght, αny mιsυndεrstαndιng! It wιll mεlt αwαy lιkε snσw αnd yσυ cαn lσvε pαssισnαtεly αgαιn!
It’s α mιrαclε ιtεm thαt hαs sυccεssfυlly rευnιtεd cσυntlεss cσυplεs!
100% rεfυnd ιf nσt εffεctιvε! (Hσwεvεr, rεfυnds αrε nσt pσssιblε σncε thε chαrm ιs σpεnεd.)
When she actually clicked on it, it was this bullshit.
“Fuck! What the hell is the Manager doing, letting an ad like this stay up without deleting it? This Gallery is ruined! Seriously!”
She felt like she was going to lose her mind from anger.
Actually, in the past, she would have stormed into Ian’s house long ago, but...
“Ooh!..♥ I... I get it..!♥ ..I get it, so..!♥ F-from now on...!♥ I won't...♥ come to your house!!♥ ..Haa...♥ Now... stop... teasing me!!♥ ...Send... my pussy!!.. over the edge!♥ ..Please!.. Ugh... you mean... bastard..!♥ Haaah...!!♥”
Back then, she really thought she was going to go crazy because he kept stopping right before she reached her climax.
Even though she had punched Ian in the solar plexus with all her might because she couldn't take it anymore, that bastard kept enforcing ‘Climax Prohibition’ until she swore she wouldn't come to his house.
Twitch!
Of course, even though she made the oath, she had no intention of keeping it...
But was it because the sensation of ‘Climax Prohibition’ was etched so clearly into every single cell of her body?
For some reason, she hadn't felt like going to Ian’s house until now.
“Grrr...!! Still! I can't stand this!!”
Slam!
Her patience finally snapping, Evelyn kicked her door open like a mad dog, her blonde hair fluttering behind her.
“Hey!! Ian!! Open the door!! You son of a bitch!! How dare you ghost me? Are you even human?!”
Bang! Bang!
Evelyn began pounding on Ian’s door, starting with her fists and moving to kicks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Open up!!! Open the door, you bastard!!!”
“H-hmmm...! Who is it, really...? Why... are you pounding on the door at 10 in the morning...”
Just then, the door creaked open slightly, and a brown-skinned brat with messy hair stepped out, scratching her belly.
‘...What? Isn't this that bastard Ian’s house? Did I come to the wrong place?’
Evelyn’s brain momentarily rejected reality because the situation was so unbelievable...
But that was impossible.
She was so familiar with the path from the Marigold mansion to Ian’s house that she could find it with her eyes closed.
‘...Then what? A girl just came out of Ian’s house? But I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before?’
As she pondered the strangely familiar face, a memory flashed through Evelyn’s mind.
“Y-y-you!! You’re the one who was selling Orc Estrus Potion! The one I gave money to so you could make condoms!! Why are you here!!”
“...H-huh...?”
At that moment, the warning Ian had strictly given Poporing—to never open the door for anyone—rang in her head like a siren.
“...H-heehee?... W-well?... I think... you have the wrong person... H-heehee... I’m busy, so...”
Creeak—
As Poporing feigned ignorance and tried to slide the door shut...
Thud!
Evelyn’s hand shot into the gap like lightning.
“...Explain.”
“H-hyeeek?!”
“In detail.”
Evelyn stepped into the house and spoke as she stared at Poporing with empty eyes.
“I’m about to lose my cool.”
