Actually, I Was The Real One
Chapter 8

"Is he not well?"

The person who came to see him without missing a single day suddenly did not come. Thinking she is not feeling well is the most reasonable reason to think about in such a case.

His adjutant who was standing behind him delivered the news. "About an hour ago, the woman ran down the aisle in her pajamas. I can't believe he's suffering from any disease."

"With his pajamas? That's not unusual."

Keira was an exemplary noble, and she always tried to act without compromising etiquette. It was hard to imagine him running through the hallway in his pajamas.

Louis wasted no time. Instead of trying to imagine something impossible to imagine, he turned his attention to what he was supposed to do.

"..."

But I can't concentrate at all.

Ludwig pressed his finger against his forehead. The adjutant, who was aware of the Grand Duke's changing mood, quickly asked, "If it bothers you, I'll send someone to see how things are going."

"It's not. Surely if he had been running in the hallway since this morning, there was nothing wrong with his health. I may not be feeling well because I'm having nightmares."

It was not too surprising for the Grand Duke to say that he was more concerned with the woman's health. His master was not a person who cared about dreams. Given Ludwig's indifferent personality, it was shocking.

What did he dream of?

The aide's curiosity overcame his fear. He pretended to be worried about Duke's health and said, "You must have been exhausted lately. I'll tell the pharmacist to prepare the medicine. It must be a disturbing nightmare that affects you this much."

"...I don't remember."

"Yes?" The adjutant asked, but Ludwig ignored him.

He pretended to read the documents and was deep in thought. About the dream he had last night. He knew it was a terrible nightmare even though he could not remember it. The sorrow that seemed to break his heart was still alive.

Shouldn't bother him. He felt like he had forgotten something he should never have forgotten.

"Water."

"Yes." Yeah."

The waiter immediately brought a glass of water with ice. Although Ludwig finished his glass, the heavy feeling in his chest did not go away.

As time passed, he could not proceed to the next page in the document.

Why do I feel like this today?

"Send the therapist to the woman." In the end, he gave the order.

Ludwig closed his eyes tightly. He could not remember a single scene from his dream that plagued his mind. Even though he himself was unaware of it, he had forgotten something that he should not have.

-AIWTRO

After having breakfast with her brother, Keira returned to the study room in her bedroom.

He had no intention of dying meekly like he did in the past. To do so, it was necessary to record the past details that he remembered.

The prophecy said that if there were two Saints, disaster would come, so the Grand Duke and his daughter took care of it.

Keira was disappointed, fed up and tired of it. She had already fought enough to become the outstanding daughter her father would be proud of.

After canceling all her morning schedules, she sat in a chair in her study.

'Now August 13, 1295.'

Should she say it was an amazing date? Or is it the worst?

August 13, 1295 was two months before Zeke's birthday. At the same time, it was also two months before Cosette appeared.

He used Zeke's birthday party, an event where all the high-ranking nobles gathered, as his debut stage.

Count Vainberg, Cosette's maternal uncle, took her to the banquet hall with him. He intended to spread the news about them to the capital in an instant. Such an appearance clearly counts.

The thought of seeing them again made Keira annoyed. For a moment, she considered not attending the event on the grounds of feeling unwell.

Keyra shook her head.

'It's Zeke's birthday party. I don't want to come and celebrate.'

Moreover, she did not want to attract attention by avoiding Cosette's first appearance. It will feel like a loss. Cosette would walk around the banquet hall confidently as she claimed to be the real princess of the Grand Duke.

His hand that wrote the events that happened stopped. Suddenly, she remembered what Cosette whispered to her,

"The truth is you're real."

What does that mean? If what he said was true, it would mean that Cosette was a fake. However, she manifests a power that only the biological daughter of Parvis' head possesses.

The ability to communicate with Beatrice, the Great Water Spirit.

He proudly asked Ludwig to take the test when he was twenty-two, and confidently communicated with Beatrice in front of the nobles.

Keira would never forget that moment; the moment when everything seemed to collapse under her feet.

'I also have the power of the water spirit? But the prophecy said there would only be one Saint.'

He recalled what he saw before he died – spirits that looked like drops of water. Cosette said being able to see spirits was also a unique ability for a Saintess.

Even if that was true, another problem arose. If she was real and Cosette was fake, how could Cosette realize such power?

It is difficult, but not impossible, to find someone whose face is very similar to the Parvis family. However, it was impossible for the non-biological children of the Parvis family to communicate with Beatrice.

There are several possibilities that come to mind.

'Is the prophecy wrong?'

But it was the first time in a thousand years that such a special prophecy had ever been made. It was different from the predictions of the past which were always poetic in shape.

The meaning is clear and does not cause much misinterpretation.

There is only one Saint.

Then the second possibility...

"Maybe it's a lie."

Cosette antagonizes him, and constantly lies to him. She said she wanted to be friends, but her eyes always glittered with cruelty.

Keira cannot rule out the possibility that Cosette fooled him into bringing him further into misery until the end.

Who knows if one of Saintess' abilities is to make others hallucinate. The Cosette he knew was someone who would do that.

"Ha," he sighed. Besides, that's not the only thing to consider. He doesn't know why he's going back in time.

Not knowing the source of one's luck was rather alarming.

Keira had extensive knowledge of magic, but she had never heard of time travel magic.

I never imagined it could happen.

If one were to ask the people from the Magic Tower, they would definitely say it was impossible to do so.

Keira stopped thinking about questions she didn't know the answer to, and instead wrote as many details as she could about what was about to happen. That's the best he can do right now.

'The first thing to do is find out what I saw right before I died.'

She must find out if she has the power of Saintess or if what Cosette tells her is a lie.

'If that's true, we need to investigate how he can control those spirits.'

In the past, Keira was plagued by so many questions. What if she's the Duke's real daughter? What if he's a fake?

Duke was someone who never showed him affection even when he thought he was his son. How would he treat her if she was proven to be fake?

Keira was so frightened that she could not think calmly that when she regained consciousness, she had already fallen into Cosette's trap.

I was always anxious in front of him, and I couldn't hide my anxiety. Such an attitude would definitely deepen people's doubts.

But now his view has changed.

'What's wrong with being fake? I can escape and isolate myself.'

He knew when Cosette would show her ability. If the situation was not resolved by then, then he would have fled to a distant land where no one could contact him.

Yes, even if I'm a fake, what can you do?

That sentiment would remain true even if she was recognized as the Duke's real daughter.*