THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

Chapter 83. Testing And Trial, Part XXIV

Chapter 83. Testing And Trial, Part XXIV

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

But no matter how hard she tried, if she would take the same steps... If nothing would change... then she had no more reason to live. Anyway, she was the last one to get a cut on her head.

Aria clenched her fists. Her beautifully trimmed nails dug into her palms and she seemed to feel nothing. So Aria was shocked for a while and stood alone in the cold night wind brought by Oscar because she could do nothing.

Then, after calming down, her whole body trembled so much that she went back to her room. Her body that was lying on the bed was as heavy as that of the dead.

'If I fall asleep and wish to never wake up forever... If the future doesn't change anyway, I'll die soon, and what's the reason for living now? Mielle will marry Oscar, and after becoming the Frederick family's mistress, she will use Isis's power and cut my head, the wicked woman's neck.'

She was afraid of the painful future that would come over again, sneeringly. If such a future was waiting, it was better to die as it was now. Tears poured down as she reached that conclusion. She cried silently with her face on the pillow, and then she fell asleep. In her dream, Aria was decapitated several times over and over again regardless if it was the future or the past. No matter how hard she turned the hourglass over, no one moved according to her will.

Everyone laughed at her as if they were all expecting this to happen. She shouted for help to Oscar who turned around several times, but her voice did not come out because her head was cut off. She struggled through this hell and poured blood out. "Please, please, somebody, help me." She shouted a silent cry for help.

When Aria, who was suffering in so much pain, opened her eyes again, the blue dawn had already filled her room. It was a deep night near three in the morning when she checked the time.

She was in a semiconscious state because she had only slept for a few hours. She thought that maybe she was still dreaming since her eyes were foggy, and she was distracted. Hell was continuing.

Aria, who was sitting on her bed for a while, escaped from her room. In the dark dawn in which no one moved, her destination was the guest room on the second floor. When she opened the door of the sixth room, she found what she wanted.

"... Who?!"

Oscar, who was so surprised by someone's unexpected presence, suddenly rose. His upper body was stiff to a half-upright position, and he didn't even move at all. He wasn't moving at all as if time had stopped. It was because he was faced with a very unexpected person.

It was Aria, and she was dressed in a light chemise dress because she came there soon after she woke up.

Her arms, shoulders, and legs that were exposed without protection shone mysteriously in the moonlight. As she grew up from a girl to a woman, she stole Oscar's attention with the help of the moonlight.

"Mr. Oscar...?"

Aria, who found Oscar, took a slow step toward his bed. A languid glance proved that she was less awake, but Oscar couldn't even think of stopping her from approaching him. He was already asking himself why she came to visit him at this hour.

He tried to neglect and avoid her gaze on purpose. He had run away without telling her why. He thought his heart would burst if he had eye contact with her. As if to destroy his efforts, Aria came to him on her own.

Aria, who came up to the edge of the bed and put her hand on a bright quilt, stopped moving. Her thin shoulders and her sad face soon crumbled. Oscar's heart was shaken because of the look on her face, which could not be compared to that of Mielle, who had cried bitterly after being insulted.