150. Get Well
Deep night, when everyone should be sleeping.
Somire heads to the tower to avoid the eyes of others in the imperial palace, which is full of commotion even late at night. I moved carefully and looked around.
‘There is no one.’
You have to get things done quickly. A day has already passed, so there isn’t much time left until the duke wakes up.
Rat! Somire burst through the tower’s door and shouted.
“Grandma!!”
Somire’s voice, echoing from her tower, returns. However, there was no answer from the Transcendent Wizard.
“Grandma! Please help me one last time! It’s because I failed at my job! “I will do anything, please!”
Soon Somire knelt down to her knees and rubbed her palms.
“If I continue like this, only I will die…” ! Please help me one last time… !”
A crying voice. Somire was that desperate and she was afraid of the future ahead.
“Grandma, please…” ! Ugh… !”
In the end, Somire falls forward and sobs. This pain and anxiety was so great to her at such a young age that she was not even an adult.
Then. Perfect! With a snap of her fingers, the floor Somire had been lying on shifted.
“Grandma… !”
Somire looks up at her with red-stained eyes. The Transcendent Wizard, Ladrienne von Gracia, looked at Somire as if she were looking at a bug, her face scrunched up.
“Ugh… ….”
The first thing that came out of her mouth was a sigh. Somire’s eyes become more and more red.
“Grandma, please…” !”
“I did everything I was responsible for.”
“Please save me…” . I want to live, please… !”
Mire So was on her knees, rubbing her palms together and crying sadly. The Transcendent Wizard found her so ugly that his arrogance frowned.
‘Stupid and foolish b*tch.’
Ladrien von Gracia, a transcendent wizard who controls time and space, knew this would happen from the beginning. So, she created a magic barrier and even gave me her dagger.
‘I don’t even know that, tsk tsk.’
Everything is going according to plan. This b*tch is not smart or meticulous, so it’s too easy.
“So, what do you want me to do for you?”
Ladrien rested her chin on her sour face and asked Somire.
“Please give me and France Descartes one chance to meet alone.”
“Didn’t you think that was too big of a request?”
“Grandma, please. “I want to go back home.”
Somire begged earnestly, getting down on her knees and putting her head down on the floor.
“You know that I am the only grandmother. I came here because of her grandmother…….”
After saying that, Somire glances at me. There was no change in Ladrien’s expression.
“… “Please wait a moment.”
Ladrien’s eyes opened brightly and a green glow appeared. Numerous timelines passed before her eyes.
“This is really the last time.”
“… Really?”
“Draw. “If you fail this time too, I won’t care whether you die or not, so just know that.”
Somire continued to nod her head, wiping her face with her sleeve.
“Okay! Thank you so much, Grandma… !”
“I will make the detailed schedule.”
“Huh? When are you going to… ?”
“That is something I will take care of. “You are behaving well.”
“We have to do it as quickly as possible. “She will wake up soon!”
A sigh came out of Ladrien’s mouth.
“Everyone has their own thoughts, so listen.”
“… Okay.”
“I’m done talking, so get out now.”
“Huh? We’re not finished talking yet? For a moment… !”
Just right! La Drien snapped her fingers and her Somi Le disappeared. She was kicked out of the tower.
“Tsk tsk.”
She shook her head at her stupidity and complacency, not knowing that she was being used from beginning to end.
“Well, it’s okay.”
Jean Barenberg is coming back. It will arrive shortly. It is finally time for the long-awaited contract to be fulfilled.
‘Everything will end then.’
Ladrien looked out the window at the top of the tower.
The night sky boasts beautiful celestial bodies with countless twinkling stars.
There is not much time left until this curse, which has tormented him for over hundreds of years, ends.
* * *
France slowly opened his eyes to the warm sunlight coming through the window.
“Huh… !”
As soon as she came to her senses, she instinctively raised her waist and grabbed her abdomen where she had been stabbed by her dagger.
“Huh?”
Seeing that she doesn’t feel any pain, there are no aftereffects. France lifted her clothes and saw with her own eyes where she had been stabbed.
“There is no trace.”
Did Kazar, who came to rescue me in time, heal me? A healthier body with more vitality than ever before. Feeling relieved that she was alive, her entire body relaxed and she flopped down on her bed.
“Ha… ….”
Her mind is still dizzy. No matter how much of a difference she had, she had no idea that she would be so helpless.
‘I really almost died.’
The moment that powerful demonic soldier touched the saintess, it turned into ashes and disappeared. France’s magic itself didn’t work.
As she massaged her abdomen, recalling her memories of that time, a shiver ran down her spine and her shoulders and hands trembled.
Powerless, unable to do anything in front of pure divine magic. The sight of her walking forward holding a dagger, full of her fierce spirit. Her lifeless eyes filled with madness.
She couldn’t dare express in words the horror of the person who persistently tried to take her life.
‘I still can’t forget those eyes.’
As I was looking at her ceiling and trying to calm her pounding heart, it was pounding. The bedroom door opened and Helena came in.
“… “Helena.”
“Huh?”
Helena, startled, looks at France with her wide eyes.
“Go, Duke! Wait a minute! “I’ll call Ka-Jar right away!”
In her haste, Helena hurriedly runs out without even closing the door. Only then did France finally realize that she was safe.
After waiting for a while, Kazar came running out of breath.
“Duke!”
Kazar walked over with great strides, dragged a chair next to the bed, and sat down. He took France’s hand and channeled divine magic into his wrist.
“… Fortunately, there is nothing wrong.”
Whoa, Ka-Zar shakes his head and sighs as if the world is leaving him.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…” ….”
Kazar’s eyes turned red. She should have been more careful and definitely not let down her guard.
“No, where is your fault? “There is clearly a perpetrator called a saint.”
France hugged Kazar’s body and patted his back.
“You, Radea, and Kale did your best. “The saint just came in an unexpected way.”
Kazar was moved by those words. When did that childlike duke become so mature? I felt like I was going to burst into tears at any moment, so I turned around.
“… “How are you feeling?”
“I feel healthier than ever.”
“I’m glad.”
Kazar’s face is blank. His hair was dull and tired, indicating he was in a lot of trouble.
“How much time has passed?”
“Four days.”
France’s eyes widened.
“Four days?!”
Kazar continued speaking by saying, “Yes.”
“There was even a curse on the duke’s wounds. That’s why it took him so long to wake up.”
Now that I think about it, the saint said. She tells him that only by stabbing her in the heart with her dagger will she be able to return. It must be a special dagger made by Ladrien von Gracia.
“There’s a lot to talk about.”
France immediately stood up.
“Are you okay? It’s better to be more calm….”
“It’s okay. “We have to get things done before it’s too late.”
Kazar’s eyes are full of worry. France continued.
“So, how has it been so far?”
“The imperial family announced its position the very next day.”
“What position?”
Yes, Kazar continues speaking.
“It has been confirmed that the person who attempted to assassinate the duke is connected to the sudden death of the previous emperor and empress. “The imperial family said it would do whatever it takes to find the culprit in order to ensure accountability.”
France asked.
“What happened to that saint?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s quiet so far.”
“Okay, then it’s time to give it back.”
France opened his eyes shallowly and gritted his teeth. He must give back what he received.
“Duke.”
“Huh?”
Kazar looked at him carefully and asked carefully.
“Is it okay if I ask what exactly happened with the saint in the hidden barrier?”
This could be a trauma for France. Kazar was more cautious than ever.
“… “I heard a strange story.”
“What if you say it’s a strange story?”
“He said he came from another world.”
Kazar’s eyes widened in an instant.
“You’re from another world?”
“Okay. The details are long…….”
Cough, Cough! France suddenly started coughing. Not long after waking up, his throat was cracked. Helena quickly handed me a cup filled with lukewarm water.
“Here, have some water and speak.”
“Thank you.”
After quenching her thirst by gulping down water, France put down the cup and continued.
“They say this world is simply a world of creations.”
“… A world of creation?”
“Yes.”
What does this mean? Kazar did not understand the sudden remark.
“… Are you saying that the world we live in was created by humans?”
“I think so. “They say I came from the same world as the humans who created this world.”
Kazar’s face darkened as a memory suddenly passed by. Doesn’t Jin come from the same world? But there is one catch.
‘Ladrien’s magic circle is engraved on it.’
That means that I went back and forth between this world and that world…….
I’m not sure what happened to the English sentence.
“… I’ll have to think more about this. “Was there anything else?”
“Um… “He said he was treated as an impurity in this world and was dying.”
I am dying. Another similarity with Jin emerged.
“Did you say anything else there?”
France, who was recalling his memories, closed his mouth and narrowed his eyebrows, but then quickly opened his mouth.
“They say he has nightmares every night, hears strange voices, and feels like his whole body is on fire.”
Nightmares and dreams. Voice. Burning pain. Although the details are different, the saint is clearly related to Jin.
“What else can you say?”
“She said she could only go back if she killed me with her own hands.”
France continued, touching his abdomen where he had been stabbed by the knife.
“To be exact, they said that I had to stab myself in the heart with a dagger given to me by a transcendent wizard in order to see the ending and return.”
Ka-Zar frowned and caressed her chin. Jean, Ladrienne, saint. There is an inevitable relationship between these three.
“For now, I understand. “It must have been hard just thinking about it, so thank you for telling me.”
In response, France closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head. It’s a memory I don’t really want to recall.
“Oh, and once the Duke fully recovers, I plan to put the plan into action.”
France tilted his head, “What plan?”
“A way to get revenge on the saint. I have made all preparations so that I can attack the imperial family and that woman right away.”
Kazar continued speaking with his eyes wide open.
“I have created data showing that the imperial family’s persistent efforts to keep Descartes in check and the saint’s plan are intertwined.”
Khazar’s plan was as follows.
The people and nobles of the empire have strong trust in the saint.
So, for now, let’s keep it a secret that France woke up.
Then, instead of pointing out her saint as her culprit right away, he uses her information to slowly put pressure on her, breaking her trust, and finally sinking her completely with France’s testimony.
I summarized only the key points and conveyed this to France.
“This is how I plan to turn her saint into a witch.”
Franche shook her head, saying, “Sure.”
“Yes, you did well. “Let’s get everything done before Jin comes so we can focus on our original purpose.”
France and Kazar looked into each other’s eyes with wide eyes.
It is time to give everything back to the saint.
