Celebrity Lady

Chapter 139

Chapter 139The translation's quality improves over time, even I've got to admit it was kinda shite in the beginning... So I just knew TODAY (Sept 1st 2024) that this novel still has 16 chapters of SIDE STORIES! I'll finish it before September ends, so please keep checking this page? Haha

I snapped out of my daze before Wishit did.

“You, right now—”

Just as I was about to grab hold of him, realizing I couldn’t let him slip away again...

Thunk!

Wishit, who seemed even more startled than I was, snapped his fingers and disappeared in an instant.

“Ah!”

He vanished right before my eyes.

I furrowed my brow and clutched my head. “He ran away again, again!!”

I felt a sudden surge of irritation and fear.

“No, but seriously, what was that just now?” I asked myself and answered myself. “It’s his true form.”

Wishit, or rather, the true form of the “Spirit King,” must be what I just saw. Considering how surprised he seemed by the sudden transformation, it was probably not something he did willingly.

“Now, let’s think, Rubette.” I sat on the bed, massaging my throbbing head.

Wishit, who had been by my side the whole time, had taken on the appearance of a red-haired teenager who bore a striking resemblance to me.

Of course, the act of concealing his true form was magic in itself, and maintaining this disguise must have been draining for Wishit. Whether it was the monstrous appearance when we first met or when he transformed into Kedrick or Lark, it was all the same.

‘But changing his appearance on the surface wasn’t that big of a deal, was it?’

Wishit’s expressions gave away so much that it was easy to pick up on such things.

I had thought he kept changing his form because he believed I found his monstrous true form terrifying...

“Yeah, that monster wasn’t his real form either, right? He’s just a bunch of lies from the beginning.”

Well, there was no way someone as powerful as a Spirit King would have a terrifyingly grotesque form.

“No, but seriously, why? Why go through all the trouble? Why hide that handsome face?”

I couldn’t understand, so I spread both my palms and threw unanswered questions into the air.

But soon, I nodded as I understood Wishit’s thoughts.

Even in the midst of my astonishment, his appearance was so overwhelming that it could easily capture one’s attention in an instant.

“Yeah, well, I can roughly guess why. Just looking at the appearance would have given it away.”

His mystical and splendid appearance was undoubtedly fit for a Spirit King. So, the reason he unintentionally revealed his hidden true form was probably...

“This is bad.”

With a 99% probability, it must be because some aspect of his ‘power’ had run out to the point where he couldn’t even maintain a simple spell to conceal his appearance.

***

Rubette’s sharp suspicions surprisingly turned out to be all correct.

Wishit, who had fled hurriedly to the Fountain, stood there dumbfounded, looking down at his outstretched hand. It was an unfamiliar sight even to himself because he hadn’t seen it for so long.

“Haah...”

The true form of the Spirit King, known only to Descarde I and Diollus I, the founders of the empire.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

Wishit quietly raised his head.

A massive tree was speaking to him. It was Wilkin, the spirit in charge of order. There was no trace of remorse on the woman’s face as the thick tree trunk twisted upward.

For a moment, Wilkin’s voice became serious.

“You’ve waited for a very long time, and you’ll continue to wait. For the sake of that human, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do. Because of this, you’re at odds with Pose, who used to be your favorite.”

“...”

“I’ve never made a contract with a human, so I don’t know what the spirits who devote themselves to humans feel. That’s why I’m curious.” Wilkin asked, “Why do you obsess over this human so much? What does she mean to you? What emotions do you feel for this human?”

“...”

After a long silence, Wishit quietly replied, “You want to know what emotions I feel for her?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t put it into words.”

“Pardon?”

“At first, I thought I liked the foolishly kind and fragile fragment of a soul in her so much.”

That was the case with Diollus I from the distant past and Rubetria Diollus the timid noblewoman. So when he met a soul fragment that was a bit different, more ambitious and moderately selfish, he had doubts if he could love her as much.

But...

“No, that wasn’t it. I love every aspect of her, every moment of her life, every part of her existence, very dearly.”

“Wow...”

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not in the romantic sense of love that humans talk about. I used the closest word because I couldn’t find one to express it properly.”

“...”

“It’s more complicated than that, something that can never be put into words...” Wishit, with his eyes closed tightly, added, “The word that would describe the emotions I feel for her may never be created.”

“You’re relentless.”

Wilkin, with a tongue-click, stared at Wishit silently.

If the king’s heart was like that, everything would be in vain.

‘Sigh, it seems we’ll have to coexist with humans forever~’

Wilkin swallowed a sigh and said, “Vista came to me recently after seeing the future and warned me.”

“What?”

“Pose’s plan to exterminate the noble and Diollus bloodlines will fail spectacularly. So don’t fret too much.”

“Well, not that surprising of a future.” While responding calmly, Wishit secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course, there have been unfortunate sacrifices.”

“What?”

“Oh, don’t be so shocked. Your contractee will be perfectly fine.”

“...”

Wilkin had a reason for bringing this up.

“You don’t care as long as your contractee is safe, right?”

A tense expression crossed Wishit’s face as he subtly inquired, “Who will die?”

For a brief moment, perhaps because of a small breeze passing through them, Wilkin’s voice became indistinct.

“——’s contractee. This empire’s ——”