âYouâve always been with me, havenât you? Or Iâll take Anne with meâŚâŚ.â
[No. A forest beast is not enough.]
Kyrie was surprised. MarryAnne is such a talented person that even Nathaniel recognizes her.
I canât believe sheâs not enough.
âCome to think of it, Sir Leshaux told me. Vallabrigaâs lab has been discovered.â
[Do you still keep in touch with Leshaux?]
âDear Sir Legend, thatâs not the point.â
In Vallabrigaâs lab, there is a magic that can kill Nataniel. In fact, she didnât know if it could really kill him. But not dying doesnât mean everything.
âItâs your business, Nathaniel. If they had the power, they would try to kill you.â
When she said that, Nathaniel made a very innocent and blank expression, [Ah]. Then, he stared at her gently.
[Are you worrying about me?]
Kyrie also stared at him equally softly.
âIllusion is not good. I just feel bad for the citizens who will be involved.â
Nathaniel didnât feel too bad. Rather, he smiled faintly. The fierce momentum when looking at the capital had disappeared.
[Anyway, not with the forest beast. Stay with Leshaux. But donât stay too close with Leschaux. Itâs hard for him to reject your request.]
Kyrie blinked. That was unexpected. Is he worried about Leschaux? However, Nathaniel laughed as if he had guessed what she thought.
[The closer you are to Leschaux, the more uncomfortable I feel and thatâs what Leshaux hates the most.] (T/N: Making nathaniel feel uncomfortable)
It was very rare to hear about Leschaux from Nathanielâs mouth. Kyrie looked at the capital silently and turned to Nathaniel again.
âI thought about it, but again, to Sir Leschaux, youâŚâŚIs it that kind of thing? Like me, I mean, small, precious, and to protectâŚâŚ?â
As Nathaniel was holding a cane, he moved his head slightly and looked down at Kyrie. He gave her a very strange smile. Perhaps because he lived for a long time, the curve of emotional expression is too gentle. Kyrie became more courageous.
âYou donât want sir Leschaux to do it because youâre worried about Sir Leschaux?â
[Leschaux to me?]
âSir Leschaux betrayed you once, but you left him aloneâŚâŚ I thought you had feelings left. Even if itâs something like sympathy.â
[Well, who would pity that kid?]
The part that describes the hundred years old Lord Protector as a kid. Sometimes in this regard, the time that Nathaniel had been through permeated. He bent down a little and opened the robe hat over Kyrieâs head.
[Think about it, Iâm always worried because youâre weaker than a willow. But what about Leschaux? Does he need to protect me?]
âEven if he wants to protect you, he doesnât have toâŚThere is no need to, right?
[Yes. So Leschaux doesnât have to worry about me, and no one can sympathize with Leschaux.]
Seeing Kyrieâs expression, Nathaniel lowered his eyes and straightened his bent back. He looked forward again. The gaze was heavier than before.
âCan I ask you one more question?â
[I canât guarantee the answer.]
âYou donât want me to be in danger, do you?â
[Yes.]
She opened her mouth after hesitation.
âThen why leave the King alone, in fact, she is the most direct threat to me?â
Nathaniel paused. Then he turned his head with a swift motion, and stared at Kyrie with a very subtle smile.
As soon as she made eye contact, Kyrieâs whole mind was hooked and sucked into that gaze. At least, Kyrie felt that way. At the same time, Nathanielâs blue eyes spread out as vast as the night sky, and she felt as if it was slammed right in front of her. It is clear that the unknown world in which he lived appeared briefly, but the inside was so huge that Kyrie couldnât understand it properly. Just suddenly, Nathaniel felt very unfamiliar.
[Just in case.]
âIn caseâŚ.huh?â
[Yes, but I donât think I need to say more.]
Kyrie paused.
ââŚâŚwhy?â
[Itâs better if you donât know I donât think youâll understand even if I say it.]
âThatâs something you donât know. If you tell me-.â
[Kyrie. This is a trick Iâve learned from the past, and I wonât tell you about this unless itâs necessary.]
By saying so, he avoided Kyrieâs gaze. Kyrieâs heart pounded anxiously. Her palms started to sweat. Kyrie managed to open her mouth.
âMaybe somethingâŚAre you planning?â
[You donât have to worry. Letâs move slowly.]
Nathaniel disappeared in a moment after saying so. Black fog, or a sandstorm, flowed into the shadow under Kyrieâs feet. It was a method they had discussed in advance in order to return to the mansion without the knowledge of others.
However, Kyrie, who was left behind, could hardly move. Her anxiety that she had covered up banged and she pushed the door open. Suddenly, she felt like she was left alone in the world. The sense of no one she could trust and everyone distancing themselves from her was something she had already experienced once.
[Not yet. Cry a little more, have more hope, and despair a little more. So that you canât even think of reaching out your hand even when youâre about to have real hope]
She felt like she was drenched in cold water.
He did.
Nathaniel was a man who said in a friendly voice that he had planned everything. In the meantime, he gave clues one by one, and made Kyrie find the correct answer. He was a man who gave her hope in that way and made her swallow despair.
âWhat if everything that I saw from Bundâs house is acting? What if he prepared even the changes I felt to make me despair?â
It seemed like someone banged on her head.
âWhy didnât I think of that until now? Why did you think he was going to quietly truce with me, and change a little?â
Once the doubt sprouted, the fear imprinted on the body naturally took over. In the meantime, there was a small voice that refuted saying that it felt too sincere to be called acting, but that voice was so small that it was quickly swallowed by waves of anxiety.
âNo, I donât think so. Iâm not sure. Itâs okay, itâll be okay.âŚ.â
Kyrie swallowed her breath and moved her wooden leg.
At that moment, someoneâs words stuck in her ears.
âSo you mean Kyrie Buchanan is coming back?â
Kyrie stopped walking. On the other side of the street, a group of young aristocrats were chattering and walking.
âIt is said she was caught. Soon the Legendary Lord will bring her back, my lady.â
âWhy did you run away when she was going to come back? She has a hobby of focusing on fruitless work.â
âShe is hungry.â
âIsnât she trying to raise her ransom?â
âPfft. She isnât sold yet?â
(T/N: she is hungry for power, trying to raise her worth in the eyes of Nathaniel, âsoldâ as in selling her body)
Immediately after that, Nathanielâs shadow that had hid Kyrie exploded and spread towards them like a wedge. Kyrie let out a roar.
âStop!â
While the shadow flickered, the nobles passed by her. Only the afterimage of their voices remained in the air.
âShe cried bitterly for that. I thought she wasnât a noble.â
âIn a vulgar wayâŚâŚ.â
Her face burned up. Shame burned Kyrieâs whole body. People passing through the streets heard the story of a group of young aristocrats, which was the starting point, and began to talk about Kyrie as if they had promised by starting, âCome to think of it.â
âShe acted as if sheâd voluntarily do it, but she didnât die. Is she pregnant?â
âHey, he even paid attention to her moon.â
(T/N: menstrual cycle)
âOh, thatâs right. So they did it?â
(T/N: s*x)
âIs there a problem with Miss Buchanan? There was a problem with the crown prince too.â
(T/N: Infertile)
âI donât know if itâs true? Then the Legendary Lord might find someone else.â
âBut Iâm sure he wonât let it slide. Would he notice someone else after having that kind of beauty?
âThen did the Legendary Lord only see the face of Kyrie Buchanan? But I donât think her face alone could have twisted the Legendary Lord like thatâŚ..â
âAs expected, sheâs talented during the nightâŚâŚ.â
The shadows were agitated again.
âDonât kill me!â
Kyrie began to run with a sense of nausea.
The passers-by avoided Kyrie who was shouting like a crazy person as if they were treating a leprosy patient. Even though her heart was beating so loudly that she could hear it in her ear, the poison of the unspecified number of lips was clearly heard in her ears.
âI didnât like to please him, but the play was fun.â
(T/N: talking about the village play)
âActually, I wanted to join, but the play was managed by Old Ciudad and Fort Ducane.âŚ.â
âThe wealth that the Legendary Lord gave to the people who participated in the play was enormous.â
At that time, someone spoke quietly.
âBut the guards died.â
People paused at the same time. However, soon, he began to debate again like a sparrow.
âThatâs the royal familyâs fault. This country was created with the help of the Legendary Lord and the Lord Protector, but how dare you disobey him?â
âShould I be a little honest? Kyrie Buchanan is so psychotic. Legendary Lord did that, but why is she so stubborn?â
âThatâs right. He loves her so muchâŚâŚSigh, so romantic.â
Someone spoke quietly again.
âBut he even encouraged the boy to commit suicide.â
The story of people stopped. But they continued chatting higher as if they wanted to erase the small question.
âThe dead were weak. Isnât it heartbreaking from the beginning?â
âHe is a commoner in the first place. Ordinary people are always like that. Itâs just like killing in the palace. Itâs a relief that the same commoner chef died.â
(T/N: they are pointing out that, royals too kill people)
âBoth of them did it?â
(T/N: suicide)
âI guess soâ
The giggling continued. Then someone pointed to Kyrie, who wore the robe, and said.
âLook. How did that person come into this district?â
She couldnât take it anymore. Kyrie changed direction and headed behind the building. And she threw up everything she ate. Nathaniel, who appeared before she knew it, knelt down in front of her. He had a stiff face like a bronze statue.
[âŚ..Kyrie]
Kyrie closed her eyes and her ears. She didnât want to hear it anymore. She didnât want to think. With her whole body soaked in sweat, she shook her head vigorously to calm the fear that was overflowing.
However, sweet and cruel whispers have already begun to repeat like broken orgels in her heart.
[Not yet. Cry a little more, have more hope, and despair a little more]
She canât forget Nataniel who said that. She has never forgotten the cruelty of him playing with her despair. It was just covered up. Still, he denied Kyrie. It wonât be like this time. That canât be true of Nathaniel.
I didnât have time, I didnât have a chance, I called it a truce, and his attitude toward me did changed.âŚ.
[That way, you wonât be able to reach out your hand even when youâre about to have real hope]
But what if this is a play too?
âNo, no, no! No! No!â
[Kyrie!]
âArgh! Argh!â
The wounds of the mind, which no one had taken care of, finally ate up Kyrieâs intestines and began to rise to the skin. Kyrie screamed as she tore her hair off. Bloody eyes looked at the sky, but the people of the city were only looking down at her.
âNo, noâŚâŚ.â
Then her gaze headed toward the end of the alley, and Kyrie no longer screamed and hardened.
There, Aaron, holding Melonieâs neck, stood still and smiled at her.