As the academic conference was just around the corner, doctors became busy. They either walked around the hall like sleepwalkers, poured coffee into the pot, or tried to drink ink. Kyrie came to observe as she worked next to them. The lights in the room didnât go out until dawn. Looking at the swaying candles and the darkness outside the window, Kyrie was lost in thought.
ăWhat are you going to present?ă
âThe End of the world. We are mainly related to history. Other than that, thereâs a variety of magic, science, and so on.â
ăI donât know what itâs like to study the apocalypse.ă
Dr. Poe replied. His white, plump cheeks were steeply shaded by the lanterns.
âThe End doesnât just happen once in history. Iâm sure heâll show up again. That could be tomorrow or right now.â
ăUsually aristocrats learn that âEndâ is just a metaphor, and that it was hostile forces, famine, disease, etc. Did I get it wrong?ă
âI wouldnât say itâs particularly wrong.â
Dr. Poe leaned back. Because of his weight, the chair he was sitting on made a terrible sound, covering the sound of grasshoppers from outside.
âEven the academic community didnât focus on what The End was at first. We had thought that the founder, Vallabriga Orewinbridge, was just exaggerating a little to elevate dignity.â
ăSo?ă
âSeveral traces were discovered, and the academic world was turned upside down! You know about the ancient times, donât you?â
ăNot as much as you guys, but a little bit. I know it was a time of great prosperity in many ways.ă
âRight, a lot of unfamiliar technology was able to figure this out. Even in those ancient times, there are some signs warning of The End.â
Kyrie put on a surprised look. She had never learned such a thing despite being taught by a great teacher, Gervannis, who was even recognized by Zhenya. Dr. Poe smiled at Kyrie.
âYou donât have to know. The Orewinbridge dynasty is rather rare to record, perhaps because it was founded after The End. As you know, a littleâŠâ
ăYouâre talking about the branch. Founder designated many books as forbidden books, collected them in the royal library, and burned the rest.ă
âYes, thatâs why scholars donât like the founder very much.â
âVallabriga was a madman.â
Dr. Seward barged in. He was frowning, rubbing his forehead to see if the problem was solved.
âIâm sure he was afraid of something. Otherwise, thereâs no reason to do such a thing.â
The âsomethingâ heâs talking about is probably Nathaniel.
Kyrie fell into thought. She heard Vallabriga woke Nathaniel up in the ice to defeat The End.
âBut if Nathaniel is the apocalypse, what kind of apocalypse was he before he woke up?â
It is unlikely that Nathaniel hurt others by using his limbs in the ice. Heâs a man who kills someone without hesitation, but doesnât feel much enthusiasm for it. This always boils down to one thing.
âWhat the hell is he?â
âSo, if youâve heard anything from the Legendary LordâŠâ
Dr. Poe implored furtively. She thought he actually wanted to inquire about this from the beginning. Kyrie shook her head, hesitating. She didnât know if she could tell others about the founder.
âIs that soâŠâ
Looking at Dr. Poe, sullenly fiddling with the corner of the paper, Kyrie moved her pen and asked.
ăSo you guys actually want to talk to the Legendary Lord.ă
âIt would be great if it were possible.â
The answer this time came from Dr. Hawksong. She was transcribing something until the day before yesterday, and said, pressing the bridge of her nose with glasses on it.
âIâve already asked the Lord Protector to cover it a few times, but he never never responded. There are two survivors of that time, however we canât hear them. Itâs sad for a scholar.â
Doctors were sullen and silent like a seven-year-old child who got banned from having the cake that was in front. Kyrie, who saw her, blinked motionless, then got up and approached Dr. Poeâs desk.
ăCan you lend me your scissors?ă
âScissors?â
Dr. Poe asked back curiously.
âHere it is, butâŠâ
The pair of scissors was carefully handed over to Kyrie. And, to everyoneâs surprise, she grabbed her own hair and snipped it off.
âAhh!â
Dr. Poe leaked out a scream. Kyrie placed her cut hair on an empty sheet of paper.
ăShow this to Lord Protector. Heâll probably allow you to uncover it. I donât think he will tell you everything, but itâll be better to meet him.ă
Anyway, when this hair is delivered to Leschaux, it will be after she disappears. Nathaniel wouldnât even notice it because of the power of the veil. The eyes of the three doctors were wide open. Even Dr. Seward seemed embarrassed.
âNâno, doesnât hair matter to a noble?â
ăItâs not even my neck. Itâll grow back.ă
âYes?â
ăDo you not like it?ă
âNo way!â
Three doctors shouted at the same time. Kyrie gave a weak smile.
ăMy mother forced me to. However, trying to hide someone from the Legendary Lord is not something I usually do with courage, so please consider it my own sincerity.ă
Dr. Poe was the first of the three to respond. He buried his face in the palm of his hand.
âHow sweet of you! Finally, thereâs progress in the research!â
âAmazing.â
âCan I ask you a little bit about the market?â
Dr. Seward sneaked in. Kyrie smiled and moved her pen to write a letter.
ăThis is Kyrie Buchanan. My apology will still be valid, right? If you donât mind, Iâd like you to tell the people who deliver this letter the story they seek.ă
When she folded the note and handed it over, Dr. Sewardâs mouth wriggled. She felt like he was holding back his smile. With a softer look on his face, Dr. Hawksong turned to Kyrie.
âWeâve got more than we can do for you.â
ăItâs nothing.ă
âYou donât realize it, Miss. Buchanan, but youâve given us a tremendous opportunity.â
Her eyes glimmered behind her eyeglasses.
âFrom Phronois to Libra. Iâll do my best to help you. Is there anything else you need?â
Kyrie, who was about to shake her head, stopped moving. Her eyes turned to the pictures on the wall.
âIs Nathaniel really The End of history?â
Kyrie clenched her fist and hesitated.
ăThis may sound funny, so please donât laugh. By any chance, The End⊠Can he die?ă
âOh.â
Dr. Hawksong replied calmly with her shining olive-colored eyes.
âOf course.â
Kyrie was speechless for a moment.
ăOf course?ă
Dr. Hawksong shrugged.
âDonât all the people of Trevereum grow up learning that âthe three heroes have defeated the apocalypse?â
ăWait a minute.ă
Kyrie blocked her from speaking. She needed to dig deeper. Suddenly, it occurred to her that Zhenya had sent her to Aldrelm for this moment.
ăNot with heroes, but with the power of ordinary people.ă
âAre you assuming that Vallabriga Orewinbridge isnât even a wizard?â
ăYes, only by the power of ordinary people.ă
Dr. Hawksong became worried, holding her chin.
ââŠIn fact, we suspect that The End is something that cannot be killed with pure human strength.â
ăWhat do you mean?ă
âYou canât kill death or love, can you? We think thatâs what âEndâ is.â
After the last words, she hesitated a little and added.
âTo be more honest, all you have to do is avoid it.â
ăDr. Poe thinks the same, too. Is it possible to avoid it?ă
âIâm not sure yet. Itâs just a hypothesis.â
ăPlease tell me.ă
Dr. Hawksong calmly examined the reactions around her. Dr. Poe was dozing off in front of his desk, and Dr. Seward was listening to the story with interest while repeatedly teasing the pen. The pen point concealed the sound of grasshoppers and wind that rang quietly at night.
Margaret Hawksong sighed.
âIf I may say soâŠ, he probably wonât open the door.â
She raised her eyebrows and took off her glasses and she then put them down on the desk.
âFirst of all, I have to tell you the beginning of how we came to this conclusion. This hypothesis started with the idea that The End is a tangible but ideological existence.â
Dr. Hawksong searched through the piles of paper on her desk and began to look through them.
âYou know, especially the ideological threat, people donât say it directly. In order to keep children from going to the water, they would say that thereâs a demon in the shape of a horse living in the water.â
Kyrie quickly hit the nail on what she was about to say.
ăThatâs what you mean by how to avoid The End.ă
âExactly.â
Dr. Hawksong lowered her voice significantly. Just in time, the grasshoppers stopped crying for a while. She was appalled for no reason. Kyrie clenched the veil tighter without saying a word.
âWe explored a lot of traces. Additionally, Iâve sorted out a few stories that are too suspicious to be just a warning to ticks and intruders.â
Kyrie held up her pen, somehow feeling like a thief digging into the tomb of a dead king.
ăFor example?ă
âFor example⊠Letâs seeâŠâ
Dr. Hawksong put her finger on her lips and looked out of the window.
âDonât open the door to anyone beyond the window.â
Kyrieâs body was shivering. Dr. Hawksong did not notice. Her appearance showed the mature comfort that only old people could have, but Kyrieâs hands began to tremble.
âIf someone you donât know calls your name, donât answer.â
Dr. Hawksongâs words followed. Now Dr. Seward also stopped his pen and was listening to her story.
âDonât go where even animals and insects donât live.â
Kyrie recalled Nathaniel, who was always driving the calm, as if drawn by some great force. When he showed up, both insects and birds held their breath.
Kyrieâs face was filled with confusion. She even looked at Dr. Hawksong with suspicious eyes. When she heard Dr. Hawksongâs explanation, it was as if she knew Nathaniel and warned her of his presence.
âDonât pick up something on the road, or if thereâs an unusually cold place in the middle of the day, quietly avoid it⊠Thereâs a story like that.â
After speaking, Dr. Hawksong put her glasses back on her nose.
âTraditionally, in order for such âunhappyâ things to interfere in the realm of the living, they must obtain permission from their owners. Whether itâs the door of the heart, the gate of the house, or the window.â
Her whole body felt cold because of the goosebumps that crept up to the back of her head. She recalled what happened in the first town, Hercula, where she met Nathaniel. In the village, MarryAnne had already told her everything.
âDid it happen to talk to you?â
âNot really. I just felt like I was eyed on.â
âDid you open the window for it?â
âI didnât do it because you told me not to go out.â
âDid the lady make a loud noise?â
âI stayed still. Iâve only seen it.â
âThen, youâll be fine!â
She was right. And Nathaniel, too, has already told her everything.
[Iâm Nathaniel. People here call me the âEndâ]
Kyrie staggered. The sudden realization poured one after the other. The purpose of the attack on MarryAnne in Hercula was not because of MarryAnne. He was trying to get her to open the window. It was obvious why he appeared in Clementz Castle because he hated protocol and ceremony. It was to be âinvitedâ by the owner of the estate.
âThatâs why he was slow to find me.â
It was weird, actually. His pursuit was slower than Kyrie had expected. So she was nervous the whole time. She was wondering if he was up to something else. However, it wasnât the case.
âThatâs why he needed the power of Old Ciudad and Fort Ducain. Thatâs why he kept Maria and Laura alive.â
Kyrieâs mouth opened. She covered her mouth with trembling hands. There was a time when she wondered why a man as big as Nathaniel, mixed in with humans, was named the Legendary Lord. In the past, she thought he was just enjoying himself like a wolf in sheepâs clothing, but that wasnât it.
âCause itâs comfortable. The authority of the Legendary Lord guarantees countless invitations and permission!
After all, he was always showing himself as he is.
âAre you all right, miss? Wake up, Salamisi!â
âHmm?â
âWhatâs the matter?â
Before she knew it, the three doctors talked about this and that, however she couldnât hear them. Kyrie kept thinking about Nathaniel with a blue face. She had a hunch that she should not miss this clue.
âThink!â
Kyrie closed her eyes with her fist clenched.
âNathaniel is dead. Yet, The End has appeared again and again. Why did he show up? Nathaniel doesnât kill people for no reason. Something stimulated himâŠâ
She paced around her seat, chewing on her dry lips. The doctors did not reach out to her anymore. They seemed to notice that she was digging into a very important clue. Kyrie shook her head like a madman, not caring about their reaction.
âNo, Kyrie Buchanan! You donât have to think too far into the past. Nathaniel wonât change! What could possibly provoke the current Nathaniel?â
Kyrieâs steps stopped. If it was the present-day Nathaniel, the answer was too obvious.
ââŠItâs me.â
Kyrie breathed in.
How did Vallabriga last? He went mad at the thought of Nathaniel coming to kill him. He was obsessed with Nathaniel until he died, and could not escape. It was the same look Nathaniel wanted from Kyrie.
Obviously, Nathaniel would have been satisfied. If he wished, he would eat the little bird he wanted from head to toe.
âSo it didnât have to be The End of Vallabriga.â
Now, Kyrie could tell the starting point for him to go berserk as Leshaux had said.
âIf he doesnât have you, The End will comeâŠâ
She felt a sense of resilience. It was too clear what that meant.
Crossing the sea? What good is that? It was impossible to volunteer in the first place where no one knew. He held the entire continent hostage, and Kyrie could never stand by.
âCheckmate.â
Kyrie laughed in vain.
Now that she realized it, there was only one way left. It had already been decided which way to choose. Someone had to do it, and that someone was herself. She couldnât let everyone get killed.
Kyrie approached the window and looked up at the sky with trembling eyes. Soon her lips, which had been closed, opened.
âEven though there isnât⊠Itâs as if there is.â
If there was, it was as if it would last forever.
Kyrieâs eyes were blurred.
After all, he and she were meant to be. Either obey or be forced to obey.
*****
Finally her voice came backâŠ. I donât need to see the MF brackets nowâŠ.