If you Don’t Love Me, I Will Die
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Ania Bronte was a beauty reminiscent of a painting. Gazing upon her translucent skin, as clear as ivory, was enough to set the hearts of all men on fire. To the extent that a thought crossed one’s mind:

“I will commit suicide.”

However, one must not be deceived by her appearance. Her endlessly charming exterior is nothing more than a facade. The substance within is that of a ruthless villainess who leads numerous men who love her to their doom.

I… recall the names of the men who, after falling for Ania Bronte’s beauty, devoted themselves completely and tragically met their end.

Zaian Raymond, Billy Jude, Almond Sokrand… and so on.

“If you don’t love me, I’ll commit suicide.”
“Why?”

I remember their fates.

Zaian, who was chewed up alive while offering a dragon’s heart; Billy, who made a pact with the devil, promising to rule the world, only to be punished; Almond, who fell from the castle walls, declaring he would survive if there were love, in a less-than-romantic manner.

Their sacrifices were essentially in vain, but their sacrifices were noble enough.

Why?

Thanks to those men, I didn’t fall for Ania Bronte.

Sometimes, my heart wavered when Ania Bronte tempted me with her alluring bosom or teased with her smooth lips. There were moments when, in the sweet seduction, I entertained the futile thought of embracing her even if it meant death.

Nevertheless, I endured.

I firmly resolved to survive and return to the original world.

“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“Damn.”

I paid no attention to Ania Bronte. I harshly dismissed her temptations. I didn’t yield even when she suggested taking a ‘break,’ claiming to be intoxicated.

I turned away when her thin clothes clung to her body in the rain, revealing her contours.

When she pretended to have an accident, attempting to overlap our lips, I coldly avoided it.

But why?

“Why, Edward!”
“Love is a fever.”
“You don’t understand love.”

I couldn’t push Ania Bronte away as she embraced me.

A woman like a rose that pricks when touched.

Why did that woman fall in love with me?

Translator’s Corner

I’ll be re-editing the chapters again, but I should start posting a bunch tomorrow.

-Ruminas

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