Reborn: No Care's

Let's get over

Eliz blinked her eyes, focusing her gaze on the floor. Her thoughts raced, leaving her feeling disoriented.

The voice of a man reached her ears, but Eliz only half-listened.

There were two reasons for her detachment.

Firstly, she already knew his lines. Secondly, she needed to come to terms with the baffling situation unfolding before her.

Eliz still couldn't comprehend what had transpired.

The voice had informed her that she would be assuming the role of Elizabeth-a detestable character with an even more detestable fate-and that she would be thrust into the very first scene where she would face rejection...?

But what was she supposed to do? Act the part? And if Eliz failed, would she truly face death? Like, actually die?

She felt the texture of the ground beneath her hands, the soft fabric against her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her head throbbed faintly.

Meanwhile, that obnoxious Gray continued to speak, aggravating her headache further.

'Shut the hell up already!' Eliz thought vehemently.

With that thought fueling her impatience, she stood up and surveyed her surroundings.

Despite her headache, she squinted her eyes and found her vision to be blurry. It didn't take her long to identify the source of the voice-the ostentatious couple on the stage.

"So what?" Eliz retorted, her tone brimming with impatience.

Eliz needed to think about things, and she didn't want to risk death or whatever the voice threatened her with.

Eliz wanted to escape the situation and find somewhere peaceful to recover.

But for now, she decided to take action.

"What did you say? Aren't you ashamed?" Gray's words shot out again, scattering through the hall like rifle shots.

"Hmm?" Eliz raised her hand and pressed her fingers to her temple. She sighed in annoyance.

"Ashamed? Me?" she replied, looking back up at the two of them. Ugh... really like a picture in a magazine.

The kind where women scold the girl for her narrow waist and men for his overly attractive jawline, and everyone thinks they had to go through retouching.

"Okay, if you're going to air your dirty laundry in front of everyone, I won't protect you anymore," Eliz announced.

Eliz was fond of aristocratic novels, so she was well-versed in various strategies.

Even reading this part, she identified numerous ways to outmaneuver the upper class. Unfortunately, Elizabeth was portrayed as a pathetic character, destined from the start to become a victim of the main couple.

"What are you talking about, Elizabeth? Protecting me?" Gray asked incredulously, looking at her with a hint of disdain.

Eliz found his expression unsettling. She hadn't realized that his aversion to Elizabeth was so intense.

"Gray Ironhound, how long have we been engaged? Don't bother answering; it was a rhetorical question. Several years have passed, and we were set to be married within a year. Then, out of nowhere, the illegitimate daughter of the Count of Derevell appears. And what did you do? You began courting her, meeting her in secret. What was your poor fiancée supposed to think?" Eliz placed her hands on her chest and stepped away slightly, casting a sidelong glance at them.

She gave them a look of disgust.

"I am Elizabeth Von Roseblood, the sole daughter of Duke Von Roseblood! Should I have endured the humiliation you subjected me and my name to, Gray Ironhound? Does the name Von Roseblood sound like a joke to you?!"

Eliz intentionally spoke the last words loudly and clearly to emphasize the repercussions.

Gray's face suddenly paled, perhaps beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. However, he swiftly regained his composure and regained his resolve.

"But what about all the wrongdoings you've committed against Selene? Are you going to deny them?" he challenged.

Eliz couldn't help but chuckle at his feeble defense.

"And what have I done? Yes, I've tried to prevent you from meeting and keep you apart in every way possible to prevent further damage. But it seems that hasn't penetrated that hollow skull of yours," Eliz paused for a moment and had to stop herself from really starting to swear at them.

She didn't know what Elizabeth had done either.

The author hadn't mentioned her actions before the story's beginning.

But it couldn't have been something terrible, considering Elizabeth wasn't imprisoned and her title remained intact. So now Eliz was cooking out of water.

"Gray, you're also the son of a duke, and we've been engaged for many years. What did you expect? That nobody would find out? Did you think your father would approve of a count's illegitimate daughter as his daughter-in-law? Did you believe he wouldn't be upset that you broke his promise to his friend and sabotaged the union of our families? Did you think my father wouldn't be furious that you humiliated his only daughter? Have you thought about any of this at all?" she snorted with contempt.

"So let's get it over with now. You cheated on me. And now here you are, publicly defaming me for the minor offenses I committed to preventing you from tarnishing our family's good name. So... I think it's fair to say that I've had enough. Did you want a break? Well, consider this a breakup. Who wants to be married to someone who easily falls for another woman and throws away years of building a relationship?"

Eliz scanned the room, although her vision was becoming increasingly blurred, and she couldn't clearly make out the expressions of others.

The more she spoke, the more her head throbbed. She needed to wrap things up and leave.

If Eliz could see clearly, she would have witnessed the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly shifting.

Those who had previously criticized Elizabeth as an evil and jealous woman now started to view the situation differently.

Their gaze turned towards the main couple, and judgment filled the air.

Gray began to sweat, bitterly regretting his decision to accuse Elizabeth at the ball publicly.

Beside him, Selene trembled slightly, so he tightened his grip on her hand to provide some reassurance. Little did he know that Selene wasn't trembling out of fear or anxiety.