Nathaniel didnât show up until the end of the day. The rain continued to fall, and Kyrie welcomed a huge number of visitors. Chairman Temer, who stopped by in the evening, came with a pearl ointment that ladies love.
âHello. My name is Temer, the director of the Pronoia Grand Library and the chairperson of the academic conference.â
âNice to meet you.â
Kyrie greeted him with a smile. His contribution was great for decorating the last day of the academic conference âthat wayâ.
âThanks to you, I was able to proceed as planned. I want to reward you later. Will you accept it?â
At Kyrieâs kind words, Chairman Temer waved his hand.
âNo! I havenât done much, you⊠Are you in better shape than that?â
âI thought it would take a few days to get better.â
âHow many days? It was a pretty serious woundâŠ.â
âMy maidâs work is good.â
âThe pointy ears âŠâ
âYes. What about Nathaniel?â
Chairman Temer sighed and stroked his beard.
âThatâs it, it seems he is not in Pronoia.â
âNathaniel?â
âYes. I know this is absurd, but Iâve tried to find it by magic. But there was no sign.â
Kyrie thought for a moment.
ââŠokay. Then postpone finding him.â
âAll right. AndâŠ.â
Chairman Temer hesitated.
âExcuse me, could you possibly give Dr. Seward a rehab on the Buchanan estate?â
âDr. Seward?â
âYesâŠAs you may know, it is not easy for scholars to have families. So is Dr. Seward. He has no place to turn to, and will he be able to cover all of his medical expenses with his fortuneâŠ..â
âAhh.â
It felt as if she had suddenly returned to reality. Legendary Lord, Lord Protector, the ability to freeze the sea, and a sword that cuts through the sky. Although she has been facing such things lately, Kyrieâs reality was still this way.
Kyrie nodded her head.
âOf course heâll be in charge in Buchanan. Thereâs a decent coastal town on the estate. He should be able to recuperate there.â
âThank you, if you can do thatâŠâ
âNo, I canât just do that.â
âWhat?â
âThe Doctors of the Aldrem must also be rewarded, and the dead JeromeâŠI donât like it, but I canât forget it. Can you bring me the list of wizards called out for this job later? Calculate the cost and let me know. No, it would be better to send the secretary to me.â
Chairman Temer blinked his eyes with a puzzled face.
âYes? But that was originally an event held at an academic conferenceâŠ.â
âDid my brother host the opening ceremony? Letâs assume that this conference is supported by Buchanan.â
âYes?!â
Chairman Temerâs eyes widened.
Scholars are people who think that research funds fall when they turn the water wheel. Naturally, it took a lot of money to hold an academic conference once. It would be perfect if Buchanan treated it.
(T/N: if you have seen water wheel working, youâll see, that if you move that wheel the water will fall and collect, so it means the funds will fall even something slightest happens)
âBut sheâs a central noble, and she might clash with the Emperor politically in the futureâŠ.â
Recognizing the chairmanâs hesitation, Kyrie smiled coldly and softly.
âItâs okay. Itâs just an investment in the development of knowledge, I also got a lot of help this time. Youâre not going to get caught up in Buchananâs fight.â
âIs that so ⊠â
It was a word that properly relieved his anxiety. That being said, there was no reason to refuse.
âEven so, it would cost an astronomical amount, but would you mindâŠ.â
Kyrie rolled her eyes and tilted her head.
âIs it more than 120 billion?â
âYes?! It can be, it can be, it can be!â
âOkay then. Thatâs the kind of income Iâll get from my estate, and Iâve got some dividends in my Buchanan account.â
âIs it the young ladyâs power?â
Chairman Temer asked curiously. This is because, in principle, the eldest son inherits all the money and estates of the noble family.
Kyrie smiled gracefully against the background of the gradually darkening sky.
âNow I have to tell you. I am Kyrie Buchanan, who will soon take over the territory from Lord Protector and become the Lord of Pronoia. Nice to meet youâ
***
In the royal palace of Sel Arellano, Emperor Ginger Orewinbridge, held the Manastone in her hand and rolled it slowly.
ăKyrie Buchanan has been captured again.ă
âIs she caught?â
He answered in a low-pitched tone from the liaison over the correspondence seat.
ăYes. She is said to be receiving treatment at the Pronoia University Library. It looks like she was injured, but the cause is unknown, and it is said that the legendary lord escorted her.ă
âShe is stupid. She doesnât even know how to properly run away.â
The Emperor frowned.
âForget it. I just expected too much from the Count, no, Duke young lady. Whereâs the Legendary Lord?â
ăHe moved. The location has not been confirmed.ă
If he is determined and hides his appearance, humans cannot catch him. Knowing this, the Emperor did not raise her voice to blame.
But itâs troublesome. If he comes back too soon, her plan goes awry. The Emperor turned her gaze to a nearby man wearing a robe.
âMaster. What about deciphering magic?â
âIt wonât last long.â
The man put his hands together and shook his head.
âIt seems that the founder certainly foresaw the return of the Legendary Lord. Write it down so that even the perpetrator can understand it, and sooner or later, all deciphering will be over.â
âGood.â
The king buried his body deep in the chair. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
Everything went smoothly thanks to Kyrie Buchananâs escape. The legendary lord set out to find her in a disgraceful way, and the Lord Protector was still quiet. And she got the magic of Vallabriga Orewinbridge.
âLake. I never thought he would have hidden the lab in a lake.â
A laugh escaped the kingâs lips. She thought it was just maintaining spring with the magic of the archmage Vallabriga, but it wasnât.
Just then, a knock on the door echoed through the room.
âYour Majesty. Itâs Rubinia.â
A loud voice rang out. As the Emperor beckoned, the huge door opened silently. And Rubinia Casner, dressed like a canary, walked into the office.
âI heard you called.â
She greeted her cutely with her green eyes twinkling.
Clearly Buchanan was arrogant of her conduct in every way. With a dignity that was neither too little nor too much, she deserved to be the Crown Princess.
âtch.â
ââŠâŠ.â
Even when the Emperor kicked her tongue openly, Rubinia only showed a little sullenness. The Emperor slowly stretched out her hand, thinking it would be good for her to use whatever it was.
âCome closer.â
âYes.â
Rubinia walked up to her like a little bird.
âShe takes great care of Eden. She listened to me again this timeâŠHer origins are dirty, but sheâll still be useful.â
The Emperor opened her mouth with cold eyes.
âYour help was great this time. Letâs move on to thinking that entering the royal library recklessly is a trivial deviation from your pursuit of knowledge.â
âThank you for your generosity.â
âBut I still have something to ask you. Will you listen?â
Rubiniaâs gooseberry-colored eyes widened. It was a face that was anxious to live up to expectations somehow.
âIf I dare to do that, I will dedicate my body to helping you as much as I can.â
âGood.â
The Emperor placed her elbows on the desk and interlocked her fingers. She then smiled brightly.
âThen leave the capital immediately, and stay with Kyrie Buchanan. And wait for my orders. Can you do it?â
Rubinia Cassner eyes filled with her will. As she pursed her lips, she blushed like a girl and nodded her head.
âI will. Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty!â
***
Itâs been four days since she has been in the Pronoia Grand Library. All the visitors have been there. Kyrie took good care of them, received treatment, and thought about what would happen after the recovery. But the most important person did not appear.
âHave you heard of Nathaniel yet, MarryAnne?â
MarryAnne, who had come to examine the wounds on her thigh, tilted her head.
âMarryAnne doesnât even know. I havenât seen him since he took you to Pronoia. And as you know, NathanielâŠ.â
âIf he hides, no one can find him. Right?â
Nothing good ever happened when Nathaniel wasnât in front of her. Kyrie touched her temple and turned her head.
Outside the window, the birds were chirping in the spring sunlight. Hearing this, her mind, which had been tightened up thinking about Nathaniel, got a little tired. Still, something is over anyway, obviously.
âAre your legs okay?â
âFortunately, I donât think there will be any aftereffects! But for the time being, you have to use a cane, and you canât walk long!â
âIâm glad. Can you bring me a cane?â
âAre you going to move right away?â
While MarryAnne had a worried face, she faithfully held out the cane. Kyrie answered as she handed it over and looked at it.
âI should. I have a lot of work to do, but sitting down is a waste of time.â
MarryAnne pursed her lips as if she was displeased.
âShould MarryAnne make a doll?â
As she spoke, she raised her nails like a cat. She seems to be referring to the wolf that helped Kyrie escape that night. Kyrie gently shook her head.
âPeople will be terrified if I ride something like that. Is that okay? Rather, I want to walk a little.â
As she slowly descended downstairs with a cane, several doctors greeted her. But Nathaniel was nowhere to be seen. After Kyrie looked around, she limped and headed upstairs to the Great Library. There were few people on the upper floors as entry was controlled. Kyrie recalled the historianâs record and headed a little higher floor.
âA desolate place.â
She was sweating even after not walking for a long time. MarryAnne, who had been by her side all the time, was startled at some point and disappeared. That means Kyrie came to the right place.
âQuiet place.â
Her eyes caught on to the public garden on the top floor of the Pronoia Grand Library.
âA place close to the skyâŠâŠ.â
Kyrieâs hand opened the glass garden door.
All I could hear was the sound of the wind in the garden. As Kyrie limped through the grass, she saw a black back standing upright in the green landscape. She paused for a moment, then limped towards the end of the railing where he was standing.
âNathaniel.â
At that moment, the strength of the legs that had been holding her up until then suddenly fell.
âAhâŠ!â
Kyrie closed her eyes tightly at the pain she was about to come.
But no matter how long she waited, there was no pain. When she opened her eyes carefully, Nathaniel approached and grabbed her by the waist. Kyrie blinked her eyes as she looked at Nathaniel from close range.
ââŠâŠ.â
[âŠâŠ.]
When their eyes met closely, it seemed that Nathanielâs arm was holding her waist, a little force had been put into it. But his expression was still a little gloomy, and a little subdued.
ââŠthank you.â
Kyrie whispered. For a moment, Nathanielâs expression softened. But immediately after seeing the scratch on Kyrieâs neck, his face hardened again. Kyrie hastily covered the wound with her hand.
âNathaniel, JeromeâŠ.â
[Stop.]
It was strangely angry, but it was a low warning voice but that was not the only thing. He lifted Kyrie lightly as if she was a kitten, and made her sit down on the railing. He didnât say anything.
ââŠâŠ.â
Kyrie hesitated and looked ahead. She didnât think of his hospitality at all, but she didnât expect him to be this cold.
He is much more sunken than usual, and itâs midday. At first glance, there was no languid smile that only seemed like a sophisticated young man. Kyrie glanced up at Nathaniel.
âWhere have you been?â
[walk.]
Kyrie raised her eyebrows, but she didnât say anything. Nathaniel opened his mouth when the gentle spring breeze brushed her hairs
[I was reckless.]
âI donât think so.â
Kyrie answered softly. Nathaniel turned her body slightly towards him.
[What if I let you die?]
âYou didnât.â
[Iâm talking about if.]
âNo way.â
[How are you so sure?]
Kyrie shook her leg from her railing and tilted her head.
âYou promised MarryAnne that you wouldnât kill me, didnât you? I didnât move completely without any evidence.â
Kyrie raised her head. Nathanielâs head was so high that it was hard to see his expression. But he was silent for quite some time.
[Well, I believed that.]
âBecause you are different from anyone else, I know how to trust others.â
[Yes. I get hit in the back of the head because Iâm different from anyone else.]
âIs that the man who stabbed someone in the back?â
[Not me.]
Nathanielâs sword appeared silently and pierced the side of Kyrieâs thigh. The hem of her skirt was torn. It was at that moment that a sharp wind blew past her cheeks.
[I mean, cute Jerome.]
Kyrie then realized that he was angry. Quiet and massive. Probably the biggest so far. She spoke coldly, hiding her nervous beating heart.
âI think Iâm the one who will bring the sword now.â
[Good thing. Do you want revenge?]
âRevengeâŠâŠ.â
She wasnât really defending Jerome. She didnât even want to know what Jerome would have done if Nathaniel had not appeared. Kyrie just wanted to say how easy it is to take a life by abuse of power but Nathaniel seemed to have severely misunderstood something. No wonder her lips started to feel dry.
âI donât do that.â
[Of course, if youâre a decent person, thatâs it. To take revenge for someone who is thinking of abandoning you and running away, itâs not reasonable.]
âItâs because youâre threatening.â
Nathaniel let out a quiet laugh.
[What if I were him?]
âYes?â
[Would it have happened if I was there?]
Kyrie looked up at Nathaniel without a word. And she shook her head slightly.
âthatâŠno.â
If Nathaniel had been in Jeromeâs position, he certainly wouldnât have acted like Jerome. He would never leave Kyrie and run away because he was threatened, or try to escape the situation by taking her hostage.
âBecause he is that kind of person. He does not change, unyielding, he does not bendâŠ.â
Knowing that, Kyrie risked her life too. Because she knew she couldnât convince him with words.
But why? She had a feeling something was wrong. Kyrie couldnât open her mouth with such anxiety, and it was Nathaniel who spoke to her.
[Kyrie Buchanan.]
A high wind blew from behind Nathaniel. Kyrie lifted her chin and looked up at Nathaniel.
Slowly, the sword Nathaniel was holding flashed with blue magic and disappeared. Then he stretched out his arms and bowed his back. The slender and smooth body of the man cast a shadow and covered Kyrieâs stomach. His large hand slowly grabbed Kyrieâs cheek. The face that had been obscured by the backlight was then visible.
It was a terrible face.
[âŠjust hate me.]
Kyrieâs eyes trembled.
Nathaniel knelt down on his knees and placed his forehead against Kyrie in one even reverent motion. With his eyes closed, as if praying to God.
[Letâs do that. Itâs better for you and me. Happiness? Thatâs ridiculous.]
âNathanielâŠâŠ?â
[Everyone before you, including Vallabriga, were so confident. They want my happiness, only they can give it to me.]
Their hair was tangled and messed up on Kyrieâs forehead. Nathanielâs cold breath touched Kyrieâs cheek.
[Do you think they succeeded? Do you really think you wonât change?]
ââŠâŠ.What do you mean, what the hell?â
Nathaniel repeatedly kissed the tip of her nose, then kissed Kyrieâs eyelids. Unlike Kyrieâs trembling body, he was so calm and relaxed. As if it didnât happen in a day or two.
[Someone who said that, committed suicide because they wanted to get away from me, someone sold me for 30 silver coins, and someone I know tried to kill me because I was coveting theirs.]
(T/N: the last line is pointing out at Vallabriga, Nathaniel said it sarcastically, it was Vallabrigaâs own imagination that Nathaniel will cover his Empire but Nathaniel never thought like that)
âI wonâtâŠ.!â
[For now.]
Even the words she struggled to bring out were cut right away.
[You wonât, for nowâŠâŠ.]
His voice was still heartbreakingly clear, but he sounded hoarse. She could see a bit of a wound he was barely holding on, perhaps because he had lived too long. In every word that he quietly spit out, Kyrie was filled with times that she could not have experienced.
Thatâs why it was acrimonious. He has stabbed Kyrieâs heart so artfully and skillfully.
[Youâre just drunk on your own goodness right now. Donât you think so? The desire to save a man who seems kind, strong, beautiful, and lonely to you.]
âNo!â
[Donât get me wrong, Kyrie Buchanan.]
Kyrie tried to shake off Nathaniel, but Nathaniel wouldnât let her go. Rather, he grabbed Kyrieâs cheeks more strongly and whispered as if stabbing on it.
[Youâll change. You will change too. Just like all humans up to now.]
âNo! You are still only like thatâŠâŠ.!â
No.
Nathaniel growled.
[Are you that special? Do you think youâve done anything to be loved by me? Do you feel like you have taken on the responsibility to save the world from the End?]
âI just want to build a better relationship with you in the futureâŠ!â
[A good relationship? You with me?]
A razor-sharp ridicule escaped Nathanielâs mouth.
[Did you really think Iâd trust you? You, just a mere human? You who just threw that insignificant life once?]
Insignificant.
Kyrie tried to look up at Nathaniel in disbelief, but he refused to show her face in the end.
[I thought you had a better grasp of the subject.]
ââŠâŠNathaniel. Look at me, look at me and talk. You really, really think soâŠâŠ?â
[You know, lying is not my hobby. But if you want to be my savior, Iâll pretend. How could I reject youâŠ.]
Nathaniel lowered his voice coldly.
[Because when you want to get my consent, you can just lock yourself up in a room that Iâm not allowed to and threaten me with your life.]
Kyrie screamed. It was the part that bothered her the most as she planned everything. In the end, it was a feeling of pressure by creating a situation in which he could not refuse, and it kept bothering her. But she thought he would understand.
âI just thought I had to do that so you would listen to meâŠâŠI never intend to intimidate youâŠ!â
[Is it fun? How does it feel to have me submissive? Now the whole world is yours. congratulations.]
âIâm sorry, too, Iâm sorry.âŠ.â
[You are not sorry. Thatâs right, you have a job that doesnât matter much, that is just pretending to die.]
Every word he uttered pierced Kyrieâs heart. A belated mourning ensued. It was sad to know that he was just spitting out dagger-like words on purpose.
âI, IâŠ.â
It may not have been a big deal to him, but it was a great fear for Kyrie. She thought he would trust her, but there was a clear possibility he wouldnât. It could have been a dog-like death. Although fearful and terrified, Kyrie risked her life nonetheless.
âBut I, I was actually scared, scaredâŠ!â
[So thatâs why you want to celebrate like this? With that humble savior, you can now bring an end to the End.]
Kyrieâs mouth opened with sadness. Everything he had done was cut back to nothing by his sharp words. He put his nails on his hard shoulders that embraced him, and Kyrie put his last hope in a trembling voice.
âBut youâŠ. saved my lifeâŠ..â
Nathaniel kissed Kyrieâs eyelids again. It was a soft kiss, as if touching something so precious.
[âŠ..Because if I donât, itâs boring. And like you said, I made a promise to the forest beast. Thatâs it.]
Kyrieâs tears, which had already been flowing, seeped between his lips.
[Really, thatâs all.]
Lie.
She knows. He was lying now. It was the first lie she heard from him.
âBut what if itâs real?â
She couldnât be sure of it. And Nathaniel knew it too.
Nathaniel wouldnât let Kyrie continue to scream and push his body away. Contrary to the words he uttered, even the slightest gesture of his caressing Kyrie was cautious.
[Stupid Kyrie Buchanan. All your pity is a temporary illusion, and Iâve lived too long to match the saviour gameâŠ]
At that moment, Kyrie strongly pushed Nathaniel. And grabbed Nathanielâs collar in an instant. Nathaniel stared at Kyrie, who was crying, biting her bleeding lips, with deep, still eyes.
âat that timeâŠ, you said you would accept meâŠ, that was also a lieâŠ?â
Kyrie asked without even blinking her eyes. What happened in the rain. She heard his last words before she lost her mind.
Countless words and countless thoughts passed through Nathanielâs blue eyes. But he quickly smiled neatly as if he had drawn it.
[It was a lie.]
With his sentence, Kyrieâs body lost strength. Her trembling body had a fever. worryingly.
But since she went this far, he wonât come any closer.
Nathaniel has been lying for a long time. He had no difficulty. Evil is essentially something that has to do with lies. The only reason he didnât lie was because life was boring.
Kyrie Buchanan trembled in his arms. Her body was small, and her hands and feet were small, so the fluttering motion was like a small bird moving.
What is she thinking?
If itâs not-so clever Kyrie Buchanan, she might be blaming herself even if sheâs come this far.
He wished she wouldnât do that
Since the origin of his existence is in evil, he could feel the evil of people more easily than anyone else. So, of course, he didnât know that Kyrie was sincere. Surprisingly, she really risked her life for him with pure good intentions.
At least for now.
Nathaniel gently hugged Kyrie, who was exhaling her breath as she wept.
So how far will she go? One week? One month? Kyrie Buchanan is a bit stubborn, so she might go on for a few years.
But thatâs all. She will eventually withdraw her own words. Humans die too soon, and change their mind sooner than that. For them, changing their mind is easier than flipping the palm of their hand, and an eternal oath means nothing now.
Heâs already felt like the world is falling apart because of that light oath countless times. When he had not yet realized how to rule over others, he was scorned, hated, betrayed, sold, stoned, banished, burned, limbs torn, and killed. Many dozens of times.
And then he realized. The eternity that humans speak of is futile. Among those who spoke of eternity, no one risked their life for him like Kyrie, but as time passed, human behavior would have only changed more dramatically. His world had collapsed too much to believe in Kyrie.
In addition, he had a gut feeling. That if one day Kyrie Buchanan turns her back to him, it would be the last time he would be completely destroyed.
So he had no choice but to speak.
[All lies.]
Cuddling her sobbing body, and kissing her stretched eyelids to avoid looking at the wet purple eyes, Nathaniel thought,