I Will Disappear, Grand Duke | LK Adaptation

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As the previous imperial family disappeared, the lives of the people of the Empire became smoother.

Naturally, Jungkook's status also increased. The people of the Empire praised the new emperor and his loyal servant Jungkook, and the number of nobles who wanted to have connections with him somehow grew day by day.

However, Jungkook blocked himself from outside attention. So he had only been in his estate for two months.

Even at the first founding festival after the change of the imperial family, he did not attend.

After sending his aide, Lloyd, his trusted right hand man, Jungkook stayed only in his bedroom for a long time.

In the dark room where his breaths weren't even heard, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes. His dark eyelashes, which were set down, didn't move at all. A strange silence continued. For a while, Jungkook had been buried in political affairs or battles.

Even in a small sweep that he did not need to go out on his own, he just ran out with his sword.

Only then could he survive the nightmares that crushed him.

His shirt was half ripped open, and new scars were engraved on his body, covering the original scars.

An injury that he would never have suffered. It was an injury that could only be explained that he purposely did not avoid the attack.

His knights said their master looked like someone who couldn't die.

"Uh...I don't know what's wrong? It's already been three days. I knocked on the door mornings and nights, but no answer came back... "

Outside the door, the voices of servants contemplating whether they should wake him up could be heard intermittently.

In the end, one of the servants mustered up the courage and knocked on the door again, but Jungkook didn't open his eyes even after hearing the sound.

All colors disappeared from his sight, which was only in darkness. There was no sense of vitality in his world, which was dyed only in black and white without a single light.

At first glance, he was so motionless that he looked like a dead person, but at some point he slowly opened his eyes. The golden eyes exposed under the dark eyelids stared blankly at the ceiling.

As time passed, a woman's face suddenly began to appear in his empty head.

In a world where there was only darkness, Lalisa was the only one painted with color, and she was smiling like the sun.

The world around her slowly spread the light.

Even at the moment he seemed to have lost his emotions, his mind heated up when he thought of Lalisa like this. Feeling the heat spreading through his head, Jungkook slowly closed his eyes and opened them.

As the dead sensation came back to life, he felt a throbbing pain.

He got up slowly. Not long ago, the wound around his waist opened and the bandage began to turn red, but he didn't feel the need to stop the bleeding.

Leaning against the head of the bed, he ruffled his messy hair.

Lalisa's face was always drawn by itself, even if he didn't have to memorize it.

For him, Lalisa has always been an exceptional person.

In the fiercely lived past, in a time he was not shaken by anyone, Lalisa always easily drew out his emotions that he did not know existed.

Even when he harbored feelings of discomfort and contempt for her, whenever he looked at her, he always felt a burning sensation in his chest.

When that subtle heat that was unknown to him grew, he eventually reached her feelings of wanting to keep her by his side.