Oscar, who suddenly shifted back to his human form, stood in front of me and reached out, and between his fingers that had long protruding fingernails was a blue bead.
He held onto the deerās horn with one hand and blocked it from moving any further, and he hit the deerās torso with his other hand.
Just then, the bead was absorbed into the deerās body.
It struggled for a long time before it fell sideways, blood oozing out of its orifices.
āMaster!ā
Damian had descended from the sky and took me into his arms. As I looked back down, I saw Oscarās back.
His whole body was splattered with red blood, and when he turned around, his equally bright red eyes looked back at me.
āMaster, you okay?ā
Iāve always treated Oscar like a child. In fact, he purposely acts cute.
But for the first time, I saw him as a fully grown adult. It might have been a long time since heās grown up, but I only now saw him as one.
Since I changed his name, he said heād talk to me respectfully, butā¦
The only thing that he changed is the way he called me āMaster.ā*
Oscar roughly wiped the blood that had splashed onto his face, then approached me.
āAre you surprised by just this much? You can run a little wilder while having a rare species of a white fox shapeshifter and a hawk shapeshifter by your side, Master.ā
āDoggy, youā¦ā
āIām Oscar from now on! Donāt call me Doggy, you seaweed punk!ā
āDid you forget that you promised to be more polite?ā
āWhat are you talking about? Iām being polite. Iām calling Master properly.ā
Oscar grinned, fully doing this on purpose.
āArenāt two promises too much? Anyway, Iāll keep my promise. Iāll call Master politely.ā
Ah, how annoying.
It seemed that I underestimated this fox shapeshifter.
āBut Master, did that woman trick you?ā
These two were aware of Cassandraās presence.
Well, I couldnāt deceive Damianās eyes anyway, and Amber had asked them when she was worried about me before. I had to explain the truth to them.
āI think sheās just fooling around⦠because I blocked her. But I donāt want to hear her talking again.ā
I donāt know why Cassandra was being so impatient just because she couldnāt take over me.
No matter how many times I explained it to her, she would only reply with cursing and aggressive words while telling me to get out of her descendantās body.
Anyway, she said she would help me.
āMaster, Iāve heard of it before when I was still with the slave merchant, from another shapeshifter.ā
āHm?ā
This was the first time I heard this. Oscar took a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe my face.
When Oscar did what Damian normally did, his touch felt delicate.
āSomething about the missing history of the Leonis Empire?ā
āWhat do you mean missing history? What?ā
Was it something like revising history to make it more favorable?
Oscar, who thoroughly wiped my face, put the handkerchief back into his pocket and continued talking.
āA thousand years ago, the Demon King and his subordinates came to the Leonis Empire because it was their first target. The newly established Empire had sacrificed the lives of countless soldiers just to protect the country. Of course, the temple helped as well, and their contribution was as significant as the Imperial Familyās.ā
āThen nowā¦ā
āThe Saintess, who was the representative of the temple, blocked the Demon King and his subordinates, then succeeded in sealing them.ā
After finishing his explanation, Oscar shrugged.
āI also heard from someone that itās not in any Leonis history book.ā
āFrom who?ā
āA turtle shapeshifter.ā
āThere are turtle shapeshifters, too?ā
āYeah. Turtle shapeshifters live for a long time. The old man I met was a nobleman who lived for a thousand years.ā
āā¦Iāve never heard of something like this before.ā
āI guess thatās the case. I didnāt believe it either when I first heard it. I wasnāt interested in human history in the first place.ā
āI see.ā
I blinked in a daze, trying to wrap my head around information that wasnāt shown in the original work.
āAh, right. I almost forgot about this story. Anyway, thatās what the turtle shapeshifter said. Sometimes, beings that werenāt human only exist where thereās a gap between humans. Isnāt it like that with history?ā
At Oscarās words, I felt goosebumps all over my skin. If it was a being that wasnāt humanā¦
āLike Cassandra?ā
āI donāt know exactly if thatās what that old man meant, but I just mentioned the story anyway. He didnāt even tell me, actually. It was more like he was talking to himself. Anyway, he was a funny grandpa.ā
āIs he still alive?ā
āI donāt know if he ran away safely or just died, Master.ā
What if there was someone like me during the Empireās long history?
Then if yes? Did that mean that there was someone like me in the present, too?
āMaster, letās go back.ā
āHuh? Ah, sure, letās do that.ā
Damian was about to soar high up with me in his arms, but then Oscar roughly grabbed the dead deerās antlers and spoke.
āThatās unfair. Canāt we run together like a while ago?ā
Damian, who just ignored Oscarās muttering, spread out his wings and lifted me up in a princess carry. Then, he soared high.
We flew over the trees, but I had no time to admire the view. My mind was filled with complicated thoughts.
It was only natural to be confused after learning something that had never been mentioned in the original.
As soon as we arrived at the mansion, Damian set me down and hid his wings.
āHuu. Thanks.ā
āItās nothing, Master.ā
Go back to your room with Oscar and rest.ā
I turned around to walk away, exhausted, but as I did, Damian called out to me.
āMaster.ā
āHm?ā
āI want to ask you one thing.ā
āSure, what is it?ā
Damian had never asked me anything like this, so I turned around again to face him.
It felt a little odd because even when I would ask him to do something, he never questioned me.
āMaster, what does Lord Lucian mean to you?ā
But I never expected heād ask me this kind of question.
I stared at Damian for a moment, then opened my lips to speak.
āTo me, Brother isā¦ā
The first thing that would come to mind was of course my deep admiration for him. I really wanted to hide it all inside so that Lucian wouldnāt know, but somehow, I didnāt want to hide it from Damian.
It might be because those pale wood-colored eyes looked like gold beneath the setting sunās illumination.
To me, that was how I felt towards Lucian before I transmigrated. But after coming to this world, those feelings became more solidified.
āMy other half, my bright future.ā
Thatās right. Lucian was my everything. Iād only be able to live well if he also lived well.
If he dies like how he did in the original, I donāt think Iād be able to live either.
I donāt remember when it started.
But I transmigrated to this place where Lucian existed, and so I felt that it was fate.
And in this fate, my life began anew.
If I could Lucian living a happy life, even if it wasnāt with me, I would be alright with not being here anymore.
Those who had fled would someday return to their place. I would definitely go back to Korea.
Then, I might be able to restart my future, with Lucian in my mind.
āI understand. Iām always on Masterās side, and Iāll always be your servant. Please donāt forget that.ā
Facing Damianās pale wooden eyes, which looked straight into my gaze without any hesitation, I smiled.
āI will always trust you, Damian.ā
After saying this, I went back into the mansion. I felt like I needed to look at the diary where I wrote down what I knew about the original work.
ā¦
āI will always remember your words as well, Master.ā
Damian murmured to himself as he watched her emerald hair disappear into the mansion.
He never forgot the orders she gave him. He wouldnāt hesitate if there would come a moment when he would have to act on those orders someday.
After Rachel had already gone into the doors, Damian turned around.
And there, Lucian stood.
His master hadnāt noticed him, but ever since Damian arrived at this place, he already noticed that Lucian was looking at his master from there.
Damian had always felt uncomfortable around that man, his masterās older brother. No, in fact, he wanted to keep his master away from that man.
Dark, muddled mana swirled within his body.
It filled Lucian completely, like a snake that carried vast mana that even Damian couldnāt estimate.
And that was the problem, this mana that was like a coil. Compared to the pure, clear mana that his master had, Lucianās mana was like an endless abyss that seemed to have cut down and swallowed the bleak night sky.
Step, step.
As Lucian approached after a deliberate pause, Damian straightened his back.
He recalled how Lucian had suddenly come to face him, like an ambush last night.
āI admit I was a little too harsh last night. But I havenāt heard your answer yet.ā
Lucian had tested Rachelās servants. Even if they were hit with his punches, Damian and Oscar did not tell Rachel.
Of course, Lucian expected that the hawk would stay quiet, but the fox not telling her was something that he didnāt predict.
He recalled how that white fox talked informally towards Rachel.
With underlying motives, Lucian had hit Damian again on the stomach, even stronger this time. But he didnāt groan at all. And he kept silent about the work he did for Rachel.
These tough bastards.
āJust tell me what you know about the prince. Iām not trying to pry into Rachelās secret.ā
āā
t/n:
* it couldnāt be translated well in English since Korean is a more hierarchical language, but essentially Oscar calls her āMaster-nimā now (kind of like Lord Master, but thatās redundant in English) yet he still retains his informal way of speaking