Johannes seemed oddly cooperative during our conversation. His demeanor motivated me to continue chatting, even though his responses felt insincere. Patiently, he answered all my questions, but there was a hint of artificiality in his tone.
âDespite the fact that time-related miracles are possible, such a stone does not exist. 20 years? It is exxagerated, regardless if itâs a Time Stone.â
My mouth slightly opened in despair. Did such stones even exist? I struggled to hide my growing disappointment.
The Duke of Noavik comes from a family that has fought evil spirits for generations. He probably knows more about demons than Barbara does.
It was frustrating that there seemed to be no way to turn back time by twenty years. If I couldnât go back before I was seven without an ancient magic circle engraved in my heart, then obtaining the Time Stone would be pointless. Johannes calmly continued his words.
âItâs not that miraculous. Most of them are minor miracles. For example, the stone I had when I was eight only returned a specific body part to a desired time.â
ââŠwhat?â
âWhat would you use such a stone for? If I were to return only my fingernails to when I was ten years old, they wouldnât match my current hands. Thatâs usually how time stones work. People cling to the idea of miracles, but in the end, theyâre mostly useless.â
My eyes, which had momentarily lost hope, began to redden. The Time Stone wasnât useless to me.
âOnce an ancient magic circle is engraved, it becomes a part of the body, so itâs impossible to get rid of it.â
The ancient magic circle was a part of my body. If I were to go back to when I was seven, it would disappear.
I didnât need to turn back time. The Time Stone that Johannes obtained at the age of eight would suffice. The possibility of a miracle made my overwhelmed heart flutter.
âThenâŠâ
I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat.
âI suppose the duke didnât use that Time Stone?â
âWellâŠâ
He murmured in a nonchalant voice.
âItâs useless.â
If Johannes hadnât used the Time Stone, it would probably be in the treasure room of the Duchy of Noavik. Regardless of its usefulness, the Time Stone was a rare treasure.
âBy the way, Duke.â
Johannesâ response wasnât very sincere, but it had its own solidity. The conversation gradually satisfied my curiosity, leading me to ask more questions as the accumulated information fell into place.
âWhy are you trying to capture the highest-level demon again this time if the Time Stone is usually useless?â
âWell.â
Johannes calmly replied.
âPerhaps because I want a miracle.â
âWhy a miracleâŠâ
âMy son died a few months ago. Even if I canât turn back time by twenty years, there might be a Time Stone that can bring him back from a few months ago.â
For a moment, I rolled my eyes. I had heard about Leo Noavik, Johannesâ eight-year-old son who had passed away.
I heard that the evil spirits that attacked Leo was powerful. Even the people of the Duchy of Noavik, who were well-versed in fighting evil spirits, claimed that higher-level evil spirits kept appearing, making it difficult to defeat them.
Around that time, the divine power dispatched from the temple failed to protect Leo, and he died after being injured several times.
âIf only the temple hadnât sent a regular dog instead of a divine beast to the north.â
Did the temple really do something like that? Why was Johannes still loyal to the temple? With many doubts in my mind, I cautiously asked.
âDo you want to save your son?â
If Johannes had returned to the duchy immediately on the day of the first attack by the evil spirit, Leo might have survived. Johannes was an excellent swordsman who could defeat evil spirits even without holy power.
However, Johannes had been busy chasing the âBlue Rubyâ in the capital, thinking that it was just a wound and he could recover, when he had heard about Leoâs serious injuries. This was because the evil spirits had not continued to appear in the same place.
But I had heard that the evil spirit had kept attacking Leoâs room as if it had a will of its own.
âUhm.â
Johannes answered briefly.
âI want to save him, somehow.â
Even after Leoâs funeral, Johannes didnât stop pursuing the âBlue Rubyâ. He could have stayed in the north, regretting that he hadnât spent much time with his son while chasing the Blue Ruby, but instead, he immediately returned to the capital. Vincent even scoffed, saying his son was dead and that he seemed fine.
However, it gave me a strange feeling that he had come here hoping for a miracle, just like me. It was a sense of kinship that I had never expected.
âBut⊠I thought you werenât affected. Because you continued doing what you were doing.â
I nervously twisted my fingers and finally asked.
ââŠWhat does the Blue Ruby mean to you, Duke?â
Johannes was a man burdened with many difficulties. But to me, everyone seemed burdened with difficulties, so it was hard to distinguish.
However, apart from Zion, Vincent, or Barbara, I had never had such a long conversation with anyone else. Therefore, as the conversation continued, I felt a strange familiarity growing between us. Johannes wasnât someone I liked, but under all these circumstances, it felt like I hated him for hating me.
It was a contradictory feeling. Johannes was the person I most wanted to avoid in the world, yet he was also the only person who could provide the answers I sought. When I asked what he hated, Johannes pondered for a moment before slowly responding.
âHmm⊠I hate it when my calculations arenât clear.â
What kind of exchange had I entered into with Johannes? Feeling like I was falling deeper into a labyrinth, I decided to change the topic. Nonetheless, learning about the Time Stone was a significant gain.
âAnywayâŠâ
Even though I didnât ask, this time he spoke calmly first.
ââŠit pains me that you think that my son died while I remained relatively unscathed.â
âAh⊠sorryâŠâ
âI hate myself for asking such questions.â
âWhy?â
I asked, without thinking, as I gazed at his strikingly handsome face. Johannes looked back at me and inquired.
âDo you really want to know?â
His bright yellow eyes still lacked emotion, making it difficult to discern anything. He was someone I truly wanted to avoid, yet as our conversation progressed, my curiosity grew. Perhaps thatâs why I was even more curious. Without thinking, I nodded as if possessed.
âHmm.â
Surprisingly, Johannes hesitated for a moment, pausing briefly before speaking.
âI think itâs because Leo isnât my biological son. I thought I cared for him deeply, but not to the point of sacrificing my own life.â
âŠHeâs not his real son?
For a moment, it felt as if I couldnât breathe. It was something I had never heard before, something I hadnât anticipated. Was I the only one who didnât know about it, or had everyone else been aware while the news passed me by? Why didnât Zion tell me?
My eyes fluttered in confusion. Johannes calmly continued speaking.
âNow, Iâve told you the truth despite your embarrassing question.â
He held me by the waist and spoke with a calm tone, as ifwe had been conversing all along.
âIf you have the courage to answer my questions truthfully, dear Miss Eloise RenoirâŠâ
I felt a chill run down my spine.
I hadnât even told him my name today.
âBut, I do hate it when my calculations are incorrect.â