Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Truth

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"I heard Your Majesty is not feeling well?" Abela started this group conversation that she did not expect.

"That's how, I didn't get out of my room at all," Lyra put her fan on the table.

"Thank God you look better."

"I've also heard of you lately." Lyra looked at Abela. "Everybody is talking about you."

"Your majesty is right. They say a lot about me. Which part did you hear?" Abela asked, a fake smile could not escape her face.

"I'm not going to say it here. I saw two people who looked ready to destroy me. Sure oes. Who am I, why should I comment about madam. While His Majesty the King himself seemed to say nothing."

Lyra's words made Abela's smile wider. Abela could feel a strange hatred emanating from this young princess. From the first day they met until today.

"Yes ... If your majesty asks why. The answer I don't know" Abela said calmly. His hand reached out knocking Bastian's thigh slowly. Making the young man's face faintly.

"I'm sure Your Majesty has been outside for too long, I'm afraid you're sick again" Calix stood up from his chair and stuck his hand out at Lyra. "Let me take Your Majesty to your room again."

"Thank you for the attention of the Estonian Duke, though I don't know for whom the attention was. I hope I didn't misunderstand." Lyra says it with formal language. The unusual attitude of the princess. But Lyra kept Calix's hand. And get out of there.

"That princess is so annoying" said Bastian.

"She'd be your future wife if you were a little older." Abela answered withholding her laughter.

"Wouldn't Cesar have married her? Why me?"

"No, if you and Cesar were old enough to get married, your father and uncle wouldn't let him be the future queen." Again Abela held back her laughter when she saw Bastia's face in a bend.

Armand sat in Abela's room where his owner lived. Looking around the room was bored. While the waiter was about to serve tea before Armand refused and asked them to bring wine instead.

Too late to drink liquor. But somehow Armand needs that. He took off his shirt buttons impatiently. Why hasn't Abela come back yet? He wants to talk to her right away.

Armand turned his head towards the door as it opened. He looked at Abela and Bastian alternately. The two people were silent at the door.

"What are you guys doing there? Not in?" armand asked which sounded more like an order.

"No ... We're just surprised to see you here" Abela replied trying to smile. And sat awkwardly in front of Armand.

"I'm sure you want me to leave you alone. So ... I think I'm going to go." Bastian looked at his father who was nodding small.

Bastian retreated and closed the door, the waiter also followed him. That meant that no one should hear what they were going to talk about inside. What's with this uncomfortable feeling. Inner Bastian. He heavily left Abela's room. I don't know why he's grateful to meet Abela today.

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"It's too bright to get drunk." Abela warns Armand who has drunk his wine.

"Why? I'll take my vacation from tomorrow." Armand smiled before drinking again.

"You're here because you're ready to listen to what I'm about to say?"

"Why does that seem rushed?" Armand asked again before drinking.

"Abela ...." Armand called out his name softly, his face looking as calm as ever. "I love you."

What Armand said made Abela swallow her saliva. No, he can't be shaken by anything. After all, what Armand loves isn't himself.

"I know you love this woman" replied Abela.

"This woman?" Armand laughed uncontrollably. He drank another glass of wine.

What he didn't expect he'd hear this time. Armand stared fixedly at Abela. This woman she said. Armand suddenly put on a slanted smile.

"You're beautiful today" Armand said.

"I agree, the color silver always matches the color of golden hair and blue eyes." Abela replied calmly. " Could you stop drinking now?"

Armand did not reply, he leaned his back against the back of the chair. Crossing his arms in front of his chest. Still staring at Abela.

"Thus ... What ... What do you want to say?" ask Armand.

Abela did not take her gaze off Armand's gaze. Armand's dark brown pupils looked slightly quivering. Abela smiled, however Armand was an ordinary human. Although somehow Abela believes Armand will be able to accept the reality. Still, Abela felt a little sympathy.

"Armand, I'm not Abela." Abela said that fact with a smile.

"I tell you often. But I'll convince him more. Armand. I'm. Nope. Abel." Abela pressed all the words she needed to emphasize.

Armand flinched on his seat. His face water did not change at all. His eyes may still be trembling a little. But he looks very calm.

"When you lose your memory ...." Armand muttered softly.

"I don't lose my memory. I don't have that memory. But ...." Abela held her breath and exhaled before continuing what she wanted to say.

"Lately I remember more often the memories that exist in this body. Remember about the figure who possessed the witch's body. If we can see the memory of the possessed body it means ...."

"That guy's dead." Armand continued Abela's sentence.

 Armand smiled and turned his face away. He swallowed repeatedly. I don't know why his throat feels so dry. Armand snatched his drink again and gulped it down from directly from the bottle.

"Armand ... I said stop."

Armand responded to that remark. He placed the wine bottle roughly on the table.

"So .. you ... Who're you?" Armand stared at Abela sharply. As if he wanted to kill him right then and there.

"My name is Arabela Estonia. No Estonia is the name of my late husband. My name is Arabela, I used to call myself Ghotel."

No one knew when Armand drew his sword. There was only a slight sound of a smooth wind as the sword was raised in front of Abela's neck. A little blood flowed from there. They keep their eyes fixed. Without talking to each other.

Abela quite understood the feeling of what Armand felt. He wanted to kill but he couldn't. Not because this body is the body of the person he loves. How big of a wound Armand was feeling right now. Abela could only guess.

"You know what?" the blood flowed more and more as Abela shook her throat to speak. "I'm ready to kill you anytime. Really am. I'm tired of all this human business." Abela smiled at Armand whose eyes were watering.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Armand."

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