It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 192
Vivian sighed and muttered. “If my body weren’t this weak, it would have been rather enjoyable.”
Entering the dining room, Vivian had all the food brought out at once, and once the table was somewhat filled, she dismissed all the servants.
‘Vivian must have something to say to me too.’
She seemed to have similar feelings as me.
“There’s really… no opportunity to be alone.”
“I know.”
I gazed at Vivian picking up bread with a face full of fatigue.
“You have a lot of questions for me, isn’t that right?”
Knowing there was no time, Vivian didn’t beat around the bush. I had no intention of doing so either.
“Vivian, do you know A Night of Entwined Serpents?”
I spoke the title of the original novel—the code commonly used when transmigrator or reincarnators confirm each other.
“Of course I know it.”
Chewing the bread she’d taken a big bite of, she looked straight at me.
“I’m the one who posted that novel.”
“Whaat?!”
When I cried out in surprise, she shrugged.
“I just ghostwrote it. There’s someone else who told me the story.”
I stared at her blankly.
So according to Vivian, we were from the same world, and she was the very person who serialized the novel I’d read, A Night of Entwined Serpents.
“Then the person who told you the story is…”
“Right. It’s the real Vivian who was originally the owner of this body.”
Does that mean the real Vivian was also living in that world?
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you from the start. I didn’t know Sasha was ‘that person.’ I just thought you were someone wrongly caught up in big brother’s crazy actions. The situation was different from what I’d heard.”
“That’s understandable……”
If she’d heard stories of life in this world from the real Vivian, there’s no way she could have thought a healing priestess living in a foreign monastery who was captured and brought to the Luanax mansion was Serenia Solen.
“Sasha, you have no memories at all from when you lived in this world, right?”
“Yes… none whatsoever. I just thought I died and was reincarnated into the world of a novel.”
“Vivian… I heard she died many, many times. Same with the other men in this mansion. Then one day, she suddenly reincarnated into another world. Vivian said that was probably evidence this world was collapsing.”
I agree with that opinion. Unless something was seriously wrong, the process of reviving Lionel’s memories couldn’t have gone around as if pieced together like this.
“I thought the story Vivian told me was interesting, so while serializing it as a novel with my own adaptations added, I actually didn’t believe it. I just figured it was a dream story. So even when Vivian asked if I could go in her place, I readily agreed….”
So that’s what happened.
If someone made me such an offer, I should absolutely refuse.
I thought I just had to be careful of comments scrawled while overly emotionally invested and reincarnation trucks, but there was one more trap.
“She hoped Halid at least wouldn’t get dragged into this and would live happily. She must have liked him a lot. I don’t know what she found attractive about that man.”
“Uh…, then….”
“I’ve thought about it, and it’s still better if Halid and I don’t get entangled. Since he’s already in an alliance with big brother, I don’t think I can break off the engagement right away, but when everything ends safely, I’ll really separate from him then.”
Vivian said she never even spent a night with Halid in case she developed needless feelings.
“I’m telling you because it seems like Sasha has been helping Halid secretly.”
Oops, I got caught.
Halid… I’m sorry.
Still, it seems like she won’t talk about breaking off the engagement for a while, so it should be okay, right?
Halid also seemed to need the engagement relationship between houses rather than Vivian’s affection anyway.
“Then who do you want things to work out with, Vivian…?”
Is it okay to ask this?
Now that the stock I bought up completely has plummeted, I wanted to know the real male lead.
“My goal is to first marry Ardin, then become one of Emperor Dantère’s many mistresses.”
…Wh-what?
