It Turned Out She Wasn't a Favored Concubine - Episode 92

For a while, no one spoke. Those who had just learned the full story were busy sorting through their thoughts, and those who already knew were watching me closely.

I looked up at the ceiling, then lowered my gaze to the floor. There was no particular intention behind the action. I was simply trying to accept the unbelievable truth that my arrival in this other world wasn’t some divine prank, nor a coincidence without cause—it was something far more deliberate.

Giscal had said it was their fault I ended up here, but I never imagined the story would unfold like this.

I never thought I’d be in this situation because of the desires, selfishness, irresponsibility, incomprehension, and mistakes of people just like me. If it had been mere chance or the whim of gods, I could’ve cried like someone who lost everything in a natural disaster. But the object of my resentment was far too specific.

They were the people around me—the ones I had trusted.

How was I supposed to react to this? Even I couldn’t understand my own emotions. So I just sat there, unmoving, like I was nailed in place.

“Then I’m related to that guy by blood?”

The first to speak was Perlo. He exaggeratedly shrugged his shoulders.

“So Motus artisans were originally from the same bloodline? There are so many annoying ones among them, and now I find out we’re all connected if you trace it back? Ugh, that’s irritating.”

“…Is that really important right now?”

Marianne glared at Perlo. He replied confidently.

“It is to me. Think about it—this means I’m related to you too, right? What? Does that make me royalty?”

At Perlo’s ridiculous fantasy, Parsen—no, Eliot—snapped.

“The original clan with Motus crafting abilities was invaded hundreds of years ago. That bloodline has spread all over the continent. If you go by that logic, everyone on the continent is related.”

“I know. I was just saying. But why did Marianne come to the Empire anyway? She could’ve stayed in the Kingdom of Jaren.”

Perlo waved his hands, changing the subject. He was right—Marianne didn’t have to come to the Empire as a hostage. She brushed her hair back and answered.

“Because I wanted to come to the Empire. Anywhere would’ve been fine. I just wanted to leave Jaren. Who would want to stay in a place where they’ve stained their hands with blood?”

“Princess!”

Eliot interrupted her urgently, but Marianne quietly shook her head.

“It’s okay. Don’t try to carry it all alone.”

She approached Eliot and took his dull hand in hers. Her smooth hand contrasted sharply with his wrinkled one.

“I know how gentle and kind you are. You couldn’t bring yourself to kill those mages even though they wore my family’s bodies. I’m the one who got blood on my hands. I secretly killed the mages you had imprisoned.”

“If only I had made the decision sooner!”

Eliot shook his head in guilt, but Marianne comforted him.

“No, you wouldn’t have been able to do it. You’re too kind. But I did it. If you’re a monster, then I’m an even worse one—a heinous criminal who poisoned her own family.”

“No! That’s absolutely not true. They were vile thieves who stole your loved ones. What you did was rightful revenge. Who would dare blame you?”

Eliot clenched his teeth and pleaded. Marianne asked again, as if seeking confirmation.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Then admit it—you’re not a monster.”

Eliot’s eyes widened as he looked up at her. Marianne smiled faintly.

“You’re not a monster. Just like Arne—no, Yoon Seha—isn’t a monster either.”

Everyone’s gaze turned to me. I stood there blankly under their eyes. I knew they wanted me to say something.

Perlo’s casual comment, Marianne’s attempt to comfort me through Eliot—they were all waiting for me in their own way.

But I didn’t know what to say. Some looked at me desperately, hoping I’d speak. Others couldn’t even meet my eyes, bowing their heads.

Giscal was one of the latter. He hung his head like a criminal. That look didn’t suit him…

I blurted out impulsively.

“So, the kids who originally stayed at Del Orphanage—were they meant to be the next vessels for the mages?”

Silence fell again. But this time, it was different. It was the brief hush of confusion from an unexpected question. Perlo frowned.

“Are those kids the issue right now?”

He snapped, then glanced at Eliot and softened his tone.

“They matter too, but you! How are you doing?”

“…Me?”

I didn’t understand the question. I tilted my head dumbly. Marianne, looking frustrated, stepped in and raised her hand.

“I’m curious too. Are those kids really at the orphanage Arne mentioned?”

Eliot nodded.

“Yes. Those are the children. They’re living together under the support of the Edelheit Marquis family. They’ve made many new friends recently.”

“That’s good to hear.”

So the children at Del Orphanage were once in the same situation as Eliot. I remembered Loki saying they were from Jaren and spoke informally with Eliot. It wasn’t a friendship that transcended age—it was because they were truly peers.

“We haven’t found all of them yet, but we won’t give up.”

Eliot’s voice was firm. Marianne wiped her eyes and smiled.

“I have news too. We’ll need to make room for one more at the orphanage.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve found Billy—your close friend. Perlo is protecting him now.”

“Billy?”

Eliot looked at Perlo in shock. Perlo sighed and nodded.

“Yeah. I found him in Jaren and took him in.”

“Why you…?”

“I didn’t expect things to connect like this. Turns out the ones taking the kids before me were your people.”

Perlo recounted how he had protected a child during his investigation into the mysterious Motus in Jaren. Eliot was saddened to hear Billy had been in poor condition, but relieved to learn he was recovering.

“No wonder Marianne kept asking about that kid.”

“Well, thanks to that, we learned his name and the secret of the transparent stone.”

“But you didn’t explain properly back then. You said you’d teach me true Motus crafting and brushed it off.”

“Hmph, and who was it that happily went along with it?”

Marianne and Perlo bickered playfully. Eliot wrinkled his nose at their closeness.

“We’ll bring Billy soon. I’m sure seeing us will help him speak again.”

It was a heartwarming conclusion—for Billy and the children of Del Orphanage. Reuniting with old friends brings immense joy.

Old friends.

I searched my memory. Yoon Seha’s friends. It hadn’t even been a year, but it felt like ages ago. Friends from school, coworkers from part-time jobs and the office.

Their faces slowly came back to me. How happy would I be to see them again?

And my family. My precious family. Surely they were waiting for me. If I could see my mom and dad again, see my sibling’s face, that feeling couldn’t be described with just the word “joy.”

I want to see them. I have to. So I must go back. And I can go back.

“I miss my friends too.”

Everyone looked at me. I wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular.

“I’m going back to my original world.”

It was a natural conclusion. At least, that’s what I thought. But someone disagreed.

“No!”

Louis, who had been trembling silently in the corner, grabbed my hand. He cried and begged.

“Don’t go. Please don’t…”

His hand was warm.

“I waited only for you. If you leave, I have no reason to live. I waited and waited…”

I didn’t understand why Louis said he had waited for me. I pulled my hand away.

“I didn’t come back here. I’m trying to go back now.”

“No, you’re my sister. That’s why you came back.”

Louis shook his head, saying things that didn’t make sense.

“No. I’m not your sister. I’m Yoon Seha, born in another world. I’m not Lucy.”

So I firmly denied it. Louis blinked in disbelief and kept trying to grab my hand.

So I sealed it.

“Your sister is dead.”

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