Chapter 246 – Chapter 246 ― Evidence (7)
Chapter 246 ― Evidence (7)
Destiny makes you suddenly feel its power in an unexpected part.
Without any warning, with only vague expectations, life is suddenly twisted like a lie.
It was different from the meeting they had imagined.
Both dreamed of meeting each other.
In fact, I wasn’t even sure if it would actually happen, and I thought that if I met you, I would only be thrilled and full of joy.
The first emotion that came to mind when they met face to face was doubt. Considering the personalities of the Counts, Bertellia and Urtellia, this might be the most natural reaction.
The stigma, which had been nothing more than an incomprehensible scar to Urtellia and an object of love and hatred to the Count, now became the evidence linking the two.
The Count was half-sure that the little prisoner girl whom His Majesty had suddenly called out and introduced to him was his own sister.
“… Maybe sister… , Is it?”
Urtellia’s voice was already full of tears. However, Roan, who already knew the answer, stared blankly at the Count without a word.
Roan had a vague sense of what Count Bertellia was feeling. The Count is not such an ambiguous person.
As expected, she was not shaken by Yurtellia’s question. Her tremors subsided, and her eyes sharpened again. Her voice became lively again. As if she had repainted her mask.
“Hmm, I made something just in case.”
Roan laughed out loud.
Because this word was too county.
However, Urtellia couldn’t help but laugh at the anxiety. All her memories she has are vague. She only vaguely remembers that she had an older sister.
What if the person who is presumed to be her sister cannot accept herself? What if her memories are useless? Her fear, which Yurtellia had put off so far, came all at once.
So, the Count’s continued words rather relieved her.
“You just need to check if your blood is connected to mine.”
“Are you tracking the energy in the blood?”
“Ahaha, yes, you are a wizard too. Yes To be precise, it is to track the wavelength of mana.”
“It is true that the wavelengths between blood ties are similar, but it is a very subtle difference. How do you capture that?”
“Well, that part is important! Do you know that white mana stones amplify mana waves?”
I was stunned.
As soon as the story of magic technology came up, the two wizards forgot their own circumstances and started discussing magic tools.
Even Roan, who already knew the answer, was worried after hearing the conversation between the two, but after the two talked about technology, they began to noticeably calm down.
I feel like I’ve been left out, but I feel relieved because these two are like usual.
Roan watched the two of them with his arms crossed, then he buttoned up his shirt and sat down in a chair to watch their discussion.
“Then, how much blood should be put in?”
“The more, the more accurate! Enough to fill this amount anyway.”
The magic tool the Count took out looked like a small soju glass. Is it a structure that fills it with the blood of two people?
After hearing the Count’s words, Yurtalia looked around her, and then she held out her hand to Roan.
“Your Majesty, do you have a knife?”
Their eyes are shining brighter than ever.
It is possible to recognize that they are related by blood just by looking at them, but it seems that wizards do not believe unless there is evidence.
Roan smiled lightly and pulled out a small knife from the belt of his uniform and handed it over, and the two wizards met eyes.
The color of the eyes and the color of the hair on the ears are also different. However, the attitudes of the two facing the problem are surprisingly similar.
Perhaps the two of them sensed a similarity from the time they had already had a conversation about this magic tool. But wizards don’t trust intuition. They believe only in their power, in the miracles they create.
Yurtellia, who was handed her sword, cut her palm without hesitation. As the blood trickled down, the small magic tool quickly began to fill.
When the glass was half full, the Count infused the magic. The magic tool began to emit a soft white light, and Yurtalia watched the scene as blood dripped from her hand.
“Leah. Stop the bleeding.”
Roan put her handkerchief in Yurteria’s hand. Yurteria looked up at Roan with a complicated expression and squeezed her handkerchief tightly.
The white handkerchief quickly turned red.
“… Your majesty.”
People who have 99% certainty but have to get rid of that 1% anxiety. Urtellia is a wizard. Roan smiled softly as she looked at him with her uneasy expression.
“It will be fine.”
In the meantime, after setting the shining goblet down on the table, the Count, who received the knife from Urtellia, filled it up with his own blood with a serious expression.
Suddenly, drops of blood fell into the glass and mixed with Urtellia’s blood.
“Ah… !”
The white light turned to bright red.
The Count exclaimed,
Urutellia’s expression became delicate.
For most people, red is an unlucky color. Urtellia was taken aback. The Count sighed heavily.
“… What, what, do you mean?”
The smile disappeared from the count’s face. The Count, who took off her mask, barely held Yurteria’s shoulder. Count Bertellia barely endured the uncontrollable trembling of his body.
“You…”
Her throat was choked A clash of teeth seemed to bite his tongue, but the Count tightened his hand on his small shoulder.
It looks like this.
It’s also different from the hair color she remembered as a child. At that time, the stain was not clear. The coat color of mammals and beasts may darken or lighten as they grow. I only found a white fur beast, so I didn’t know.
Cat Soo-in’s eyes change color just like cats do. Both had blue-gray eyes when they were young. Now that she has orange eyes, I could only guess that her brother would too.
Five years old
I was at an age where I could talk softly and be loved, but I was busy running away, so I had to hold my breath and keep an eye on it.
So, despite her age, she was a small kid who kept her mouth shut and barely held on to her sister’s clothes.
The one in front of me is a decent wizard.
How much of you have I missed
You must have been sold as a slave and had a hard time. How much did you have to suffer to become a wizard?
“Glass. Urtellia. My brother.”
There were no hugs or cries.
The two were staring into each other’s eyes as if frozen.
To Yurtellia, her older sister was just a conceptual entity close to a ‘dream’ that she had to find, and the Count would not have recognized her grown-up younger brother even if he saw her on the road.
The amount of time, effort, and arrogance that each other spent made their bodies harden like stone.
Roan could only slightly understand their thoughts with skills like ‘Detection’ and ‘Politics’. I had no intention of interfering with either of them. But he knew what he could do.
The two prisoners were still bleeding.
Urtellia is holding on to her handkerchief to stop the bleeding, but the Count is not.
“Cancer antibiotics. It is indeed something to celebrate. Great. I’ll stop the blood for now, so let’s talk…”
“Sister!”
The moment Roan tried to let go of the Count’s hand,
Bertellia sat down like a doll with a thread cut. Yurteria’s shrieking shriek erupted like a thunderbolt from her.
“Count.”
Roan hurriedly lowered himself to look at the Count. Fortunately, she didn’t faint. With a blank expression, the Count looked up at Urtellia.
Suddenly, like dewdrops forming on her, tears began to drip from the corners of her eyes.
“Sorry…”
“…”
Urtellia looked down at the count, her speechless. However, the relaxed Count did not have the strength to rise again. He pretended to be resolute, but he couldn’t hold back his tears.
All Bertellia could barely do by squeezing her powers was for Uretalia to apologize for her lost time.
“… Yuri, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t run away with you… Life must have been painful for you… Sorry for being so late…”
Yurteria’s neckline rose slightly, then she sank. Urtellia, clutching tightly at her new red handkerchief, was looking at her countess’s face with her bewildered expression.
Her eyes were blurred and she couldn’t see her brother properly, but as she wiped away her tears, if her eyes were covered, her brother would disappear as if he hadn’t been there.
The Count was afraid and could not wipe away his tears.
And then, Urtellia, who had been staring at it, suddenly screamed out loud.
“… Uh! It was so hard! What are you crying about doing well! If you’re even a noble, what the hell have you been procrastinating about!”
“Urtellia.”
Her Roan soothed and called her Yurtellia’s name, but she suddenly screamed at her as if in a fit of evil.
“I know how painful and difficult it was for me! Some crazy hag poking and stabbing me… Oh, I really thought I was going to die! Sister, know how much I have found her sister! Even her name… I forgot everything, so I can’t even call… How hard was she…”
Tears began to fall from Yurteria’s eyes as well. The count listened to her sister’s rant with a helpless expression.
“Huh… Save me soon… Why now, why…”
And Yurtellia also sat down on her floor and began to weep.
“Huh… Her sister’s name, I just remembered, Bell… It was Bell… It’s too late… Why am I stupid, I can’t even remember this name… Uh uh uh…”
“Yuri, that’s right…”
Seeing this, the Count muttered in a hoarse voice as if his soul had been drained.
“Seeing you get angry like that, you must be my sister…”
“Sister… ! What, heh, bullshit… Whoa…”
Then, caught between the two crying women, Roan sat down on the floor with him.
This moment is an important point in both their lives. It is true that both of them need time to resolve their feelings. So I have no intention of interfering. Yurteria was crying so much that she couldn’t breathe, so she thought for a moment about writing ‘Relief’, but that feeling itself will be a very precious memory.
As the Emperor sat between them, the still weeping Earl turned to Roan.
“… Your majesty.”
Her voice was locked, but she had enough meaning.
“Thank you. Your majesty.”
She floated next to her head, and the liking rating that started at +45 began to soar with a roar.
“You solved what I had been dedicating my whole life to. Thank you your majesty.”
And the count moved his body in a hurry.
Roan tried to help, but the Count quietly shook his head and touched the ground.
The great lord of Baengnyeong of the North bowed his head deeply as he knelt on one knee.
“I will use the rest of my life to protect Your Majesty. You have bestowed upon me unparalleled grace. I, the head of the Northern Baekryung, Bertellia, the Dark Lord. I will obey you for the rest of my life and repay your favor. Thank you thank you your majesty.”
Tears dripped down the floor where the Count dropped his head. The frighteningly soaring liking value stopped at +65. Yurtalia is half out of her mind from wailing. It was a bit hectic, but Roan smiled gently and nodded his head.
“It’s okay.”
Roan thought that he should get the Count and Urtellia up and sit on the chairs. Both of you have vented your intense emotions to some extent, so you better let your body rest. Thinking so, Roan was just about to get up.
“… Your majesty.”
At first, Roan wondered if the secretary was protesting against Urtellia’s cries over and over again today. However, the feeling felt in ‘detection’ is something different.
“What is it?”
“This is a message from Grünent. They said they got a call from the orphanage.”
Orphanage?
Sermoda.
Even as Yurtalia groaned and took a hard breath, she looked at Roan once.
“You told me to tell her that her wallet was robbed.”
Roan’s brow furrowed.
