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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 20 - Lucien’s part Translation (Part 2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation!

IMPORTANT!!! to fully understand the story, prior knowledge of previous S2 chapters are needed. Before, I made a short summary that explain those chapters. I hope this can help :D

ALSO, this chapter is tied with Sampling Error R&S so you might want to check that out before/after reading this chapter.

Previous part-> [Here]

[Chapter 20-17]

Under the researcher's guidance, I numbly changed into my own clothes.

Researcher: After Professor Lucien gives permission, you can leave.

MC: You are so funny. For those who don't know, they'd think I'm here for a medical check-up instead of being forcibly brought in by you guys to be a guinea pig.

The researcher ignored my cynicism and kept his gaze clear.

Probably he believes in things that I will never be able to understand.

After the researcher left, I sat quietly on my bed and stared at the white walls.

My chest shows almost no signs of having been injured.

This pain, which should only last for a moment, still continues to cause me a twinge of pain.

I knew it was not the wound itself, but because of something else.

The pain is repressed and withheld, as if the body is wrapped in enormous root, unmoving and kissing every inch of my skin, and then fiercely strangled.

Even with my eyes closed, I could still see the hand that raised the gun, and the fingertips that touched it gently.

Resolute and cold.

What was Lucien's expression at that moment?

I thought about it belatedly, but couldn't recall his face at that moment.

I always asked myself why I bothered to find excuses for Lucien.

He has his own reasons, he has something to do, he has no choice but to suffer, and he may be walking an impossible path.

However, the wounds that have healed but continue to bleed out are reminding me again and again-

For me, the most devastating thing is that he has never been honest with me.

The good guys in the story, sometimes always have to put on a helpless disguise; and the bad guy always have to pretend to be sincere.

The world is never black or white, and Lucien walks on a lighter shade of gray. But he never once delivers his heart.

Lucien probably working hard towards something.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with me anymore.

Although I don't know what force field they are talking about, I have been confirmed not to be a carrier of CORE.

But NW has always acted forcefully and unpredictably, and whatever they say is no longer worth believing.

I can't just wait any longer, passively waiting for an outcome.

Waiting may not exist at all, as explained from Lucien.

I don't know how much time has passed again, the door was pushed open and Lucien's indifferent figure appeared in my side of vision.

I didn't move my head or even turned it to look at him.

MC: Professor Lucien.

I heard my own voice as calm as water.

MC: The experiment is over, may I go, please?

He slowly approached me and leaned down to forcefully break into my line of sight.

Lucien: Do you have any physical discomfort?

MC: No.

I looked calmly at the pure white wall and felt Lucien's eyes resting on mine.

An endless and oppressive silence fills the air, like the ashes of something rotting away.

Lucien: You can ask me one question.

I blinked slowly and shifted my eyes to Lucien's indifferent face, his eyes seemed to be flooded with some emotion I couldn't understand.

Lucien: Whatever it is, I can answer it.

MC: Lucien.

I called out his name softly.

MC: Have you ever thought about telling me something yourself before I ask you?

Lucien's pupils unconsciously contracted for a moment.

All the "suspicion" and "distrust" will slowly melt out a chasm, and it will become deeper and wider.

To disappoint the good intentions of those who have not yet arrived.

MC: Lucien, in fact, I am very afraid.

MC: I'm afraid that I will have to judge every image I see of you in the future, every change in your behaviour, every change in your expression.

MC: To judge whether it is true, or not. Whether he is well-intentioned, or malicious. I was afraid that I would become like this.

MC: So, I wanted to stop everything right there.

MC: After all, we'll be enemies the next time we meet.

MC: Don't you think so? Professor Lucien?

I looked at the pen that was pinned to his chest, the "X" engraved on it was still clearly visible.

In a trance, my voice seemed to overlap with a very distant past.

This is probably a fate.

We always have to turn our backs to face all the lies and betrayals head on.

Only this time, I'm not the same fool who only cried and suffered in the past.

I've been brave.

Lucien laughed softly, somewhat ironically, and seemed to hide some regret.

Lucien: Is that the question you want to ask me?

MC: No. It's the answer.

I stood up and lightly traced the person in front of me with my sight.

I gestured my right hand in the handgun position and slowly placed my fingertips against his left chest.

MC: We are enemies, for then I will defeat you.

The narrow eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze became even deeper.

Lucien: How are you going to defeat me?

MC: At least… I’ll get out of here first.

In an instant, the sharp point had been placed against Lucien's neck.

I clutched the other end of the pen as my fingertips kept shaking.

Lucien: You could just have left.

MC: But I don't trust you.

Lucien's gaze was calm, but I seemed to hear the sound of something quietly collapsing.

Lucien: This is NW's institute, and it's guarded outside. I am just a newly appointed head and may not be that important to them. Are you sure you can leave without any problems?

MC: You're right. So please spread the barrier.

The transparent barrier was wrapped around us with a pale light, like a soft but firm barrier.

Lucien's fingertips gently pressed against the backs of my fingers that were clutching the pen, causing me to subconsciously tighten my slightly numb hand.

Lucien: A hand that’s holding hostage should be steady.

Researchers in white uniforms stood on either side of the corridor, watching as I walked down the corridors of the NW Institute, holding Lucien against me.

There are so many researchers here.

They are probably smart and impressive, and they are probably what their parents would call brilliant and proud.

They probably don't care about anything but the pursuit of an answer.

Lucien: Do you think they're wrong?

In the silence of the corridor Lucien looked at the side of his face while walking, as though he could read my expression at the moment.

My eyes swept over the faces of the researchers and finally fell back to Lucien's profile.

MC: I’m not a great person and in no position to judge you.

We walked through the hallway, leaving all those white figures behind us.

MC: I just think that the truth of the world will never be opened to you.

Lucien: That's a pretty brutal conclusion.

MC: I’m not going to expose you after I leave is already the greatest tolerance

At Lucien's slightly snarky words, we finally arrived in front of a black SUV in the parking lot.

MC: Car key.

He seemed to hesitate, but finally took the car key out of his pocket and placed it on my palm.

I picked it up and gave Lucien a firm push, opened the door sharply and got into the car.

Lucien: Don't get caught so easily next time.

Lucien's voice was nearly muffled by the sandy fog swirling up from the rapidly spinning tires.

I stepped on the gas and brushed past the standing figure.

The pen was still held tightly in my hand, so hard that I had to exert effort to even open my fingers.

I carefully took out my handkerchief and wrapped the pen up, like the last piece of luck I could keep.

My eyes unconsciously glanced at the rear-view mirror.

The white figure stood there; I was unable to see his expression clearly.

The gloomy sky hangs behind him, as if he is also caged in the shadows.

I finally leaving this place.

And leaving his side.

[Chapter 20-18]

Following the navigation in the car, I went as fast as I could to the highway.

As other passing cars slowly appeared in my field of vision, I had the real feeling of a successful escape.

I drove on the right side of the highway and slowed down the speed.

For a while I didn't know where I should go.

The days and nights at the institute were like a sudden nightmare, he ripped open a bloody wound and completely disturbed the pace of my life.

My mind was blank at this point, and my vision finally started to get blurry.

I rubbed my eyes hard with the back of my hand, my vision going from hazy to clear and back too hazy again and again.

Those bravado of toughness and camouflage finally dike the defense, and began to crumble and disintegrate.

I didn't want to acknowledge the tears, but they kept flowing.

Like the body's instinct, screaming its pain.

I slowly parked the car on the parking zone.

The renewed trajectory of the world meant that I was carrying more secrets from the beginning and had more complex puzzles to solve.

There are a lot of things and I have to go and get them back by myself.

Even so, I never wanted to give up.

But right now, I'm really exhausted.

I rested my head against the steering wheel and the cool, grassy scent enveloped me.

The sound of raindrops pattering on the glass and roof of the car came to my ears, instantly growing sharp and violent.

Autumn rainstorms always come very suddenly, yet they are so appropriate at this time of year.

I slowly lifted my head and leaned it against the back of my chair, tilting my chin slightly and looking at the storm with an empty heart.

Glancing at the rear-view mirror, I saw something vaguely leaning against the rear corner of the car.

My heart twitched subconsciously.

As if compelled, I opened the car door, ran to the trunk and pressed the open button.

My face was constantly wet with raindrops and my heart was beating fast.

The trunk slowly opened and a brand-new kite lay quietly there, the plastic protective cover outside hadn't even been unsealed.

I picked it up bluntly.

This kite is so heavy that I can barely breathe.

This is probably the most wordless thing that Lucien has to say.

(T/N: …that he’ll never forget their promise no matter what :””””)

MC: Lucien, it would be great if you truly forgot our promise.

I put that kite back in place as if it had never been found.

I stepped back into the driver's seat as the rain poured down, obscuring the road ahead into a chaotic and hazy mess.

And this time, how long will it take me and how far will I have to travel to reach Lucien?

The map shows that the fork in front of me turns right into the tunnel. I don't know where this tunnel leads, but I still turns to the right at the fork.

I should be far away by now.

With this in mind, a light suddenly lit up at the end of the tunnel.

A car came from the front and gave me a few beams of distant light.

MC: …?

I tried hard to see the person in the driver's seat, but I couldn't because of the dim light and could only see an outline.

The car accelerated to my left, and the window of the car slowly fell when it passed by. When I saw the person coming, my eyebrows twitched.

MC: Lucien?! How could you...?

The whole world seems to stand still at this moment.

I tried to widen my swollen eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of sadness in his eyes.

But that was probably my delusion.

The sneer and provocative smile crept onto his face, the dark tide surging in it, like examining the prey that came to his door.

The wind lifted Lucien’s broken hair strand, at this time he changed into a light brown jacket.

I blinked, and the thoughts that had just calmed down became chaotic once again.

Why is he here?

Did he pass by here? Or... purposely chasing after me?

Is there another problem with the research and I have to be taken back?

Or did he come to explain something to me?

I shook my head hard to put these ridiculous thoughts behind me and pressed down hard on the gas pedal.

The only sound left in the empty tunnel was the sound of tires scraping against the ground.

The next second, his figure brushed past me.

I don't want to think about what's behind Lucien's actions, but in the end, I always find an excuse to convince myself.

My eyes moved to the rear-view mirror and was surprised to find him dropping a turn directly in the tunnel and chasing after me.

The sound of accelerating tires kept approaching, and before I knew it Lucien's car was rushing through the tunnel alongside me-

Immediately after that, he passed me instantly and drove in front of me, dropping his speed.

I was so distracted by him that I simply stopped.

I got out of the car angrily.

He was still sitting in his seat; I don't know what he was thinking.

MC: Lucien, you're insane!

He looked at me through the car window, then slowly opened the door and stepped out.

MC: What do you want? Take me back?

MC: Or… are you going to say something to me?

My heart spilled out that small emotion through my mouth earlier than my brain did.

Lucien: Miss Nox.

He spoke, his tone steady.

Lucien: You seem to have forgotten to return one thing to me.

Lucien slowly reached out his hand and spread his palm.

His eyes skimmed deliberately over his own left chest pocket, with a pen cap pinned to it.

I froze and clenched my hands bitterly.

Lucien: If you hold it that way, the pen will break.

Lucien: It is a symbol of luck, and I don't… want to lose that luck just yet.

His words were faint, and the always-flashing warning lights hit him in the face one after another.

I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at Lucien in front of me.

He can make me proud of who I am, or he can make me fall apart.

Only Lucien could do such a thing, right?

I took the pen, which had been carefully wrapped in a handkerchief, and gently placed it in his hand.

He wasn't annoyed, just took the pen, took out a card and my cell phone from his pocket, and handed them to me.

The card is all gold, the one I picked up at the Wish Club.

Lucien: We're even.

I took the card, looked at it, and calmly tucked it back into my pocket.

Lucien: NW now temporarily lifted its observation of you, but it does not mean that they will never be suspicious of you.

I tried to pull out a smile and forced myself to swallow the sourness in my throat.

MC: Thank you for your advice, Professor Lucien.

He smiled, put the pen securely on its cap, and pinned it back to his pocket.

Lucien: I hope you can be so lucky next time too.

With that, Lucien turned to leave.

MC: Wait a minute.

I called out to him as I once again took the car key he gave me out of my pocket.

MC: Since we are already out of the NW control area, there is no reason for me to continue driving your car. Let's just part here, Professor Lucien. Now we're really even.

Without waiting for a response from him, I passed him and stubbornly made my way to the front of the tunnel.

There was a delay in the voice of the vehicle starting behind me, and I gritted my teeth.

There was no turning back.

[Chapter 20-19]

My phone was fully charged.

I didn't want to think about the reason behind this, called a car on the side of the road and went back home.

The rain has been pouring down until now, and I'm soaked to the bone, with my sticky clothes clinging wetly to my body.

MC: It really sucks…

I sighed and entered the house in a muddle.

There is a feeling of being a world away.

I numbly took a hot shower, didn't blow my hair, and collapsed straight into bed.

I fell instantly into a drowsiness.

I don't know how long I slept, only that I felt groggy all the time and that I would fall into a deep sleep again when I turned over.

Finally, I was woken up by hunger.

My stomach was grumbling and my head was throbbing with pain.

I struggled to get up, dragging my tired body, and poured myself a cup of hot water.

There were sudden footsteps outside the door, and my hand hovered in mid-air.

That footstep was a little slow, and it seemed to linger for a moment before passing my door.

I subconsciously held my breath.

The footsteps sounded again, and it passed next door without stopping, and slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Irritable and angry emotions inexplicably rushed to my mind; I suddenly do not want to stay here for a minute.

I don't want to be influenced by him all the time.

The memory goes back to a long time ago, our separation was also in a rainy night.

At that time, after he moved out of the place, I packed all his things together overnight and returned them all to him.

I don't know if it was out of anger, but I quickly packed a suitcase and a few bags.

Since I didn't want to trouble Anna and the others, I quickly contacted an agent and asked him to help me find a simple apartment near the company that I could move in at any time.

Caixia Residence.

I looked at the unfamiliar neighbourhood’s name and decided it didn't matter.

After doing this series of actions, I carried my luggage and left my house.

The corridor was quiet and there was not a single movement coming from next door.

Where did he go?

As soon as this thought popped up, I pinched myself hard.

Don't think about it.

I took a deep breath and carried my suitcase down the stairs.

I arrived at the garage, when I got into the car, When I inadvertently saw a very familiar car parked next to my parking space, I felt angry.

Lucien's car had actually driven back and parked next to my car as usual?

I can' t even begin to describe how I feel right now.

Finally, I was so angry that I gave a direct laugh, after putting the luggage first into the trunk of the car, took out a long nail from the toolbox, and flung the hammer in my hand-

-and stood in front of Lucien's car.

I looked around the area, at the CCTV that was pointed straight at me, and hesitated.

But only for a moment.

I lifted the hammer and poked the long nail into Lucien's tire, one at a time.

I stabbed Lucien's four tires all over with hatred, and finally patted the dust on my hands and drove away.

After the girl's car disappeared around the corner of the parking lot, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadows around the corner.

Lucien walked up to the car and looked at the four tires that were completely punctured, and smiled.

His hand stroked the roof of the car, and his tone was not the least bit resentful.

Lucien: Thank you for taking the pain for me.

At this moment, the phone rang, Lucien swept a glance at the screen, the softness in his eyes instantly coated with a layer of ice.

Lucien: It's me.

Lucien: That door hasn't opened since the last time was open for a split second. We still need more tests.

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Next Lucien’s Chapter-> S2 Chapter 24

#that car puncture scene shouldn't be funny but dnndfjndf #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #mlqc spoiler #going to translate ch 24 soon too bc i can't take it if they're in this break up mode #it'll be reconciliation chap i promisee

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