Serena froze at Magnus’s words.

Her eyes began to tremble like someone who had lost their way, and then she slowly retreated.

“I am Serena…”

“The Serena I know doesn’t get this depressed or gloomy about the fact that she hit someone.”

Magnus briefly considered whether to draw his sword, but hesitated when he saw Serena trembling in fear.

And he decided to hold off for now.

After all, if Magnus had the mind to, it wouldn’t be difficult to subdue and capture Serena.

‘From where to where was it fake?’

Magnus thought as he took a breath.

However, he found it not too difficult to find the answer to the question he had posed himself.

Because there was a clear period when she became strange.

‘When I chased her to the annex…’

It was strange when she brought the divorce papers.

Her actions after that were also strange.

She tried to divorce and even tried to leave the Lavernia family.

Not only that, she called him ‘Your Grace’ and kept her distance, and she unhesitatingly used the stiff title of ‘Marquis’ even to her own parent, the Marquis of Lavernia.

‘What is this?’

Magnus pondered.

‘Can I dispose of her?’

He also thought.

If she was something that just wore Serena’s shell, Magnus had to decide.

‘She certainly knew a lot of strange knowledge.’

He had never seen her handling herbs, setting up herb gardens, or making medicine before.

What about the prosthetic hand?

She created something that doesn’t exist in this world, something that far surpasses the principles of the world.

Even the medicine is so effective that the nobles who were trembling in fear are now lining up in front of the mansion.

She is not evil.

She doesn’t have a hot-tempered personality.

Crucially, the strange discomfort he always felt when seeing the previous Serena was not present.

‘It’s strange that I didn’t notice until now…’

There were so many strange points.

“I asked who you are.”

He made a gesture of grasping his sword.

Serena, who had turned pale, now had nowhere else to retreat and began to tremble like an aspen tree.

Her gaze was fixed only on the sword at his waist.

“……”

Serena’s trembling gaze reached Magnus.

At that moment, Magnus immediately regretted it.

That he had lightly tried to grasp his sword to threaten her.

Serena was not just trembling in fear, but her teeth were chattering.

She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t make eye contact.

“Serena, I…”

“I’m, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry…”

She knelt down like someone in panic, breathing heavily and clasping her hands together.

“I didn’t mean to deceive, but I am Serena…”

Serena breathed heavily.

A vivid sensation arose.

A vivid sensation of death.

A sensation she had already experienced three times. A sensation that doesn’t become familiar no matter how many times you die.

‘How painful is it to be stabbed by a sword?’

It will surely be much more painful than anything she has felt so far.

Just thinking about it made her shiver, so Serena wrapped her arms around herself.

The first time was death from overwork.

She ignored her heart pounding day after day, feeling like her blood was drying up.

Even though her heart was beating wildly even when she was staying still was telling her that something wasn’t normal.

It felt like her heart was being squeezed.

She didn’t know that blood could flow so continuously from her nose.

She didn’t know that breathing could be so difficult. She didn’t know that her breathing would become rapid.

She didn’t know that the gradual suffocation would be so painful.

The blood that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard she tried eventually made her collapse.

Her head hit something and her vision flickered. Yet everything was cold. No one came.

Serena was alone.

The second death was by carriage.

A huge tornado she had never seen before engulfed the carriage. It tore the carriage to pieces and threw everything, people and all, headfirst to the ground.

She thought every bone in her body had shattered.

She learned that when it’s too painful, you can’t even make a sound.

Even if she begged for help, no one came.

As if to stop even those words, Serena had to close her eyes with a terrible sound of ‘thud’ as the debris of the carriage fell on her.

It was unimaginable pain.

Pain poured out from her entire body, and Serena learned for the first time that it takes so long to die, that human life is so tenacious.

It was all full of things she was learning for the first time.

She thinks she asked to be saved.

But no one came.

There was no one in the desolate forest, and only a bleak silence filled the bottom of the rarely visited cliff.

The third… a death that didn’t even make her laugh came.

She was hit on the back of her head.

For a lifetime… someone she had devoted her entire life to while in that world… Despite being annoying, unpleasant, and anger-inducing, someone she still thought of as a benefactor.

Such a being willingly wanted to accompany him to death.

It was ridiculous that she thought drinking would help her calm down.

‘Are you afraid I might spread some information?’

Is that why you killed me too.

Serena thought so.

Whether I was discarded because I was useless. Whether I was killed together because you distrusted that I might spread what you left behind somewhere.

Of course, Serena had no obligation to answer any of these questions.

So Serena just remained silent.

She didn’t argue and just complied.

After all, there were things in the world that couldn’t be changed no matter how hard you tried, and one of them was her fate.

She was hurt.

She was hurt again.

It was a life of only getting hurt.

Serena’s life was full of wounds.

“…I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t about believing.

Serena thought so.

That’s why she said she would break up quickly. That’s why she didn’t want to get involved with anyone anymore.

“Sere…”

The voice was blurry.

“I’m sorry…”

Even though she knew that things like friends were just a facade, even though she knew it was a heart that could turn away at any time…

Yet she stupidly relied on it.

“I’m sorry…”

At this point, she couldn’t stand how stupid she was.

Serena… she hated herself.

In fact, she had hated herself for quite a long time.

After all, she was an idiot who couldn’t stop stupidly expecting again even while expecting and getting hurt, expecting and getting hurt.

How dare she.

How could she have thought to fit into this world that revolves around the protagonist.

When she had never been given such sweet fruit even once.

“Serena, Serena!”

“I’m sorry, please don’t kill me. I don’t like pain… I don’t want to die again, please… I’ll leave, I’ll leave right now…”

She didn’t want to feel the sensation of blood draining from her entire body anymore.

She didn’t want to feel the process of dying alone, getting colder anymore.

She didn’t want to feel that sensation of breath stopping, that sensation of breathing stopping and becoming rapid, that helplessness of not being able to move at all even though she wanted to struggle until the very end.

Yes, Serena.

In fact, she no longer…

…wanted to live.

Dying and coming back to life was terrible.

Seeing another world when she opened her eyes, feeling sensation in her skin again was like hell for her.

If there was a guarantee that she could succeed by living, if there was a guarantee that it would lead to happiness, she might be able to endure somehow like the protagonist.

But, she already knew.

That there are lives that don’t work out no matter how hard you try.

That she had to pretend to be mature, pretend to be okay, pretend to be indifferent to receive even a small piece of what others naturally have while struggling.

That was Serena and that was Serena’s life.

It was a life where she had to try not to be jealous of what others had because it was so natural.

Yes, she lived such a life.

“If, if you’re going to kill me, please do it in one go…”

When the other party didn’t back down, she begged in resignation.

Even if she had to die, she wanted to die in one go. So that she wouldn’t even know she had died.

‘…I don’t want to die.’

But if she had to die, it would be better if it wasn’t painful.

She couldn’t control her emotions.

Three deaths were that level of trauma.

But because she had somehow come back to life, the life she had to live from now on seemed distant.

So she had lived pretending not to know.

‘I am the real one.’

But when faced with the imminent death and the threat from someone she trusted, Serena didn’t want to do anything anymore.

‘Even if I make excuses…’

The world will not accept her.

No matter which world she goes to, the same things might keep repeating.

Serena couldn’t bear the strangely overwhelming depression and her face contorted.