If You Abandon Me

“Did you really believe that I had truly fallen in love? With a lowly merchant’s daughter, no less?”

Everything had been an empty dream.

The burning kisses, the beautiful blue eyes that momentarily revealing fleeting tenderness.

There wasn’t a single shred of sincerity anywhere.

Lionel Edmund Valheim.

Colonel of the Eshvalt Empire’s army and commander of the northern revolution suppression forces.

In the heart of this man—her first love and husband—there was no such thing as love.

To Lionel, she was nothing more than the daughter of the enemy who had driven his younger brother to death,

and a detestable creature who made a game of money through war.

***

Lionel grasped Agnes’s hand that refused to look at him.

“Lionel, do you know something?”

“What is it?”

“That it was you who made my leg like this.”

Lionel’s face slowly distorted.

The light-blue eyes that had always been nothing but cold gradually drowned in despair.

Then, from him, who had realized his irredeemable sin, a strangled voice escaped.