Living As the Villainess Queen - chapter-104
Chapter 104 – Hiding the Truth
“Your Highness, have you gone to sleep?” she asked in the dead of the
night. Sheets of the bed rustled, as Kasser turned his body to face her
properly once again.
“No. What is it?”
“I’m afraid it’s something unpleasant,” she began slowly, trying
not to shock him at such a late time. “The day I disappeared into
the desert, Your Highness told me I secretly took something. Please
tell me what it was.”
Kasser propped himself up with his elbow pressing against the mattress.
“…why are you asking about that?”
“Since I did it, I have to know.” She shrugged, trying to pass is off
as a curiosity on her part.
Eugene knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she discussed what was
bothering her, what had been bothering her for a long time ever since she
came to this world. It was a shock for her that she had taken on the form
of Jin Anika, the Queen of Mahar, and now, lying next to her, was the
Fourth King of Mahar, King Kasser.
In all honesty, she was the novelist who created this world, but that did
not mean she knew everything about it. Ever since she arrived, she had
been seeking an answer to what it was that Jin stole. But to everyone
else, she was and had always been Jin Anika, who had lost her
She knew the king had the answer, but she was not sure if he would be
willing to give it to her.
Kasser had already decided before to keep the matter closed and buried
away as he did not wish to bring it up to her again. To admit to the
truth of the theft, it would have meant he had to tell her about where
she stole it from—the treasure house.
And if she were to know about its existence, he had no doubt she would
want to go check it out herself.
He feared if she would, it would dredge up her memories, and that was why
he refused to bring it up again. Furthermore, to ensure her memory would
not return, he had sealed off the place.
Admittedly, it has been quite some time since she lost her memory, and it
didn’t seem like it was going to return any time soon. Despite knowing
he should feel relieved by it, he couldn’t help but feel more anxious
with every passing day.
Anything could cause her memory to return. If she were to encounter even
a single trigger to her past, he feared what would happen if she would
remember everything. Even her questions gave him a sense of foreboding.
He did not want her memories to return. He needed to make sure the
treasure house wouldn’t pose any threat. He must nip this off the bud.
“It’s nothing important.” Kasser deflected as he plopped back
down to the bed.
Eugene turned her head to the side. She could see his silhouette faintly
in the dark, eyes gazing intently at the ceiling as she watched him with
suspicion. He was clearly avoiding the question.
“Your Highness, please, I need to know. Even if you do not remember it
clearly, it was my fault. I am also certain you were furious with me
about it. Am I to understand that I was blamed at that time even though
it was nothing?” she challenged.
It did not seem like she was going to let it go that
easily. Kasser finally opened his eyes with a sigh, agonizing for a
moment over what to say and made an excuse, just to keep her from asking
any further about it.
“It was a gem.”
“A necklace that had been passed down in the royal family for
generations. Jewelry given from one queen to the next. Whenever there is
a wedding or a coronation, it was tradition to hang the necklace around
the new queen’s neck. While it belongs to the royal family, only the
queen can wear it.”
At any normal circumstance, he would never lie, but in an unavoidable
situation such as this, he wouldn’t dare come out with a sloppy one
either. If he must lie, he’d lie excellently.
A perfect lie is construed with facts, a mixture of what is true, with
Now such a necklace did exist, but still safely tucked inside the
treasure house, unlike the one she lost, which he would never tell her.
He also forbade his subjects to tell her anything remotely pertaining to
the treasure house—and the missing national treasure—an abnormally
large lark seed.
That’s why, even if she were to ask anyone, even Marianne, about the
necklace, she should be able to answer accordingly.
Eugene, on the other hand, only continued to listen to him with a dubious
expression on her face.
“What kind of necklace?”
“A necklace adorned with seven different hued diamonds, crafted into
the shape of a veil,” he then stretched out his hand, hovering above
her chest, “It could almost cover your entire neck, even,” he
Eugene was wondering what sort of fuss could have happened over this. It
was just a necklace. But the more she thought about it, the more she
understood the importance of the artifact.
She imagined wearing it, picturing the necklace adorning her neck,
shimmering as the light bounced off the diamonds as it wrapped her neck
completely. She could picture the small precious stones it was crafted
with. There could possibly be dozens, no, even hundred of those
diamonds to make up the necklace!
She could hardly imagine how much it actually cost. Not to mention the
historical implications of such a jewel that has been passed down
generation to generation in the Royal Family of Hashi.
It could only be a priceless commodity.
“That doesn’t seem to be something unimportant…” she mumbled
worriedly after his explanation, quite disheartened about the lost
treasure. “I’m so sorry I cannot remember where it is,” she told
him, but he only shrugged her worries away.
“It’s already been a while since it was lost. Just forget about
it,” he assured her, but Eugene couldn’t help but feel ashamed of
such a loss.