It Turned Out She Wasn't a Favored Concubine - Episode 84

Marianne walked straight toward Parsen with an expressionless face. Rudely, she yanked off his robe. In that moment, sparks flew from her eyes.

“I never imagined such a filthy parasite could still be alive. And even more shocking—that the Marquis of Edelheit would keep such a creature by his side.”

“What? What’s going on?”

Perlo looked at Parsen with a puzzled expression, his tone cold enough to erase one’s existence.

Perlo and Parsen had met before—on the day Perlo had impersonated Parsen to hide his identity.

Thinking back, things had been strange ever since. What was Parsen’s true identity that it had to be hidden with a double?

“I never thought the Marquis of Edelheit would keep such filth alive. Haven’t you heard the horrifying secrets of the Jaren royal palace from this vermin?”

“I know the situation. But you—you knew everything, didn’t you? Then why did you pretend not to?”

Giscal stepped in and gently separated Marianne and Parsen. Marianne stepped back at his touch but kept her fierce gaze locked on Parsen.

“I thought all the monsters were dead! I didn’t want to speak of them. But you—knowing everything—kept one hidden!”

Marianne pointed at Parsen and shouted.

“We were devoured so cruelly by those things! My mother, my father—they were all eaten by them!”

Her fury was immense. She grabbed a nearby glass and shattered it. The sharp shards glinted dangerously as she aimed them at Parsen. He didn’t move. Just before the glass pierced his cheek, Giscal grabbed her arm.

“Let go!”

“Stop. He’s not your enemy.”

“I know that face! Don’t talk nonsense. The uncle who always smiled kindly at me suddenly looked down with a mocking sneer. Do you know how that felt?”

Marianne screamed, her face now stained with tears.

“My most respected uncle harassed me and raised his hand against me. It was monsters mimicking him, playing cruel tricks. But I blamed him. I blamed my poor uncle who had been devoured without knowing anything. The one I should’ve blamed was someone else!”

She looked up at the ceiling and cried out in rage.

“Damn those sorcerers! If not for those monsters, our kingdom would’ve been peaceful. And now they’re still parasitizing my uncle’s body…”

Marianne tried to rush at Parsen again, the sharp glass shard gleaming.

“That child is neither your uncle nor the wicked sorcerer who stole his body. He was raised by that sorcerer—meant to be his next vessel.”

Giscal held Marianne back and barely finished his sentence. Marianne dropped the glass in shock. It shattered with a sharp clink.

“No way… Eliot?”

Her trembling hand reached for the robe. As it fell away, Parsen flinched like a guilty man. Marianne grabbed his shoulders.

“Is it really you? Eliot?”

She tried to lift his face. Finally, Parsen spoke softly.

“Please don’t look at me, Princess.”

Marianne’s mouth fell open.

“You… you really are Eliot! You’re alive!”

She embraced him tightly. Parsen froze like stone. The fierce hug was the opposite of her earlier violent attack.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve let me know through the Marquis!”

“I didn’t want to show you this monstrous form…”

Parsen twisted out of her arms and pulled the hood over his head again, hiding his wrinkled face in shadow.

Marianne looked into the robe with a troubled expression.

“I had no face to show you. I’ve been hiding in the shadows.”

“So you helped the Marquis defeat them.”

“Yes. Thanks to him, I fulfilled my only goal in life.”

“I suspected one of the children meant to be vessels had escaped brainwashing and helped the Empire… and it was you.”

“I protected the others as best I could. They’re now living together in the capital.”

“You survived… I’m so glad.”

Marianne murmured with regret. Parsen knelt before her.

“I should’ve ended my life long ago, but I still have things to do. Please forgive me for continuing to live in this body. Once it’s over, I’ll take my own life.”

Marianne gasped, trembling.

“Why… why do you have to die?”

“I devoured another’s body. Your uncle’s.”

Marianne shook her head violently, her golden hair flying.

“No, no, don’t say that.”

“My death will free your uncle.”

“No. Sadly, he’s already gone because of that sorcerer. You only destroyed the evil one.”

“I destroyed the sorcerer and now live in your respected uncle’s body. His soul would want his body buried with me.”

“And you? Do you truly wish to die?”

Marianne asked, head bowed. Her clenched fists showed bulging veins.

“I was a vessel. Death doesn’t matter.”

“You defeated the sorcerer, yet you’re still trapped in their brainwashing? You’re not a vessel—you’re Eliot. A twelve-year-old boy who should be laughing and playing!”

Parsen didn’t look twelve. His mature face didn’t match a child’s. But Marianne treated him like one.

“And I knew your uncle well. He adored children. He’d want you to live.”

Parsen was silent, but his eyes remained firm.

“No matter what, I’m still a filthy monster.”

“No! They were monsters because their souls were rotten. They devoured others out of greed. But you’re not like them. You did it to save Jaren.”

Marianne shook her head again, her golden hair swirling. She had never expressed emotion so fiercely before—not even when she confessed falsely to the emperor.

Though no one understood the full story between Marianne and Parsen, it was clear something monumental had happened in their past.

“No. I am a monster. Please forget I exist. Once I finish what remains, I’ll quietly disappear.”

From the context, “disappear” didn’t mean retreating to the countryside. Marianne realized this and her face twisted. She raised her finger and shouted.

“Then are you saying Arne is a filthy monster too?”

Shockingly, she pointed directly at me. The room fell silent. A stunned hush overtook everyone.

“Princess Marianne!”

Giscal scolded her, and she quickly lowered her hand, startled by her own outburst. Louis and Ortland looked at me with tense expressions.

But the most confused person was me. Everyone reacted strongly, yet no one denied it.

So… about the idea that I’m a monster.

Monster. A word Marianne first used when she handed me a handkerchief. It kept coming up. Not the grotesque creatures from movies, but beings that devour human bodies.

And now I’m supposedly one of them?

Am I… a monster?

“Monster…?”

I muttered. Marianne avoided my gaze. Everyone else did too—except one.

“No, you are not a monster.”

It was Giscal. He met my eyes and spoke firmly.

“Absolutely not.”

His certainty calmed me a little. But the doubt remained.

I suddenly remembered why I came to this mansion in the first place.

“Tell me.”

I said to Giscal.

“Everything.”

Giscal slowly closed his eyes, then opened them wide.

“If you want. But first, tell me one thing.”

“What?”

“Your real name.”

Giscal asked as if he’d long wanted to, finally able to speak. That question held everything.

With a trembling voice, I pulled out the name buried deep in my memory.

“Yoon Se-ha. My name is Yoon Se-ha.”

“Yoon… Yoon Se-ha…”

Giscal repeated my name softly. Hearing my name spoken by someone else for the first time in this world brought tears to my eyes.

“Yoon Se-ha… You came to this world because of our mistake.”

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