After leaving the old manâs house, Kyrie could barely find a place to rest. It was a small mountain village. As she sat down on something like a broken barn where Kyrie had collapsed, a middle-aged woman told her that if the barn was okay, she could rest there.
Kyrie barely fell asleep with the light on. She didnât even sleep that long. In a hazy consciousness that could not distinguish between a dream and reality, Aaron often appeared as a wave-like figure.
Although she knew that her own guilt and responsibility were only speaking through Aaronâs mouth, Kyrie seldom escaped the dream. She also knew in theory that it was what was called post-traumatic stress disorder, or trauma. But she couldnât escape.
âAfter all, Noona didnât die.â
âAaron. Sorry sorryâŚâŚâ
âDonât you just want to live?â
Aaron said sarcastically with a good face. Kyrie shook her head painfully.
âNo. I justâŚâŚ.â
âYouâre selfish, arenât you. It all wouldnât have happened if Noona hadnât awakened the Legendary Lord in the first place.â
âI didnât wake him up, itâs the magic of the first Duke of Buchanan!â
âItâs an excuse.â
In an instant, Aaronâs face in her dream changed to Cesar. He looked at Kyrie as if he were looking at the garbage on the side of the road.
âThatâs why you should have listened to me. This wouldnât have happened if you were fond of the Crown Prince.â
âFatherâŚâ
âYou really are useless.â
In the end, there were always numerous guards, plus people she knew in the slums. They shouted,
âDo you really think you ran away from him?â
Horrible figures that were cut, split, torn, tangled in blood and eyes, rushed to Kyrie. When Kyrie in the dream cried, the real Kyrie woke up as if she were escaping from inside of the water.
When she came to her senses, she curled up in a cold sweat, holding onto her cold feet.Through the window she saw a cluster of buckthorn trees with snow on their branches with moonlight. The shadow of the tree looked like a group of people, and Kyrie turned her head hastily with a white face.
âIs this a play?â
She looked at the barn door with bloodshot eyes.
âEverything is a set up? Am I mistaken to think about running away? Could it be that heâs actually watching from behind? Nathaniel and everyone he commandedâŚâŚâ
That was the thing she was most afraid of. Kyrie swallowed her moan and buried her face in her cloak.
âItâs cold.â
She was forced to recall the past, unable to overcome the human instinct that threatened her survival.
When she fell asleep, Nathaniel occasionally entered the room through windows, mostly doors. He looked very carefully at Kyrieâs sleep, and would sometimes stroke her forehead or hair very carefully. It was a friendly and loving touch, as if worried to wake her up.
He then left the bedroom and talked to MarryAnne. Did she eat? Didnât someone get on her nerves? Didnât she hurt her body, etc.
It was certainly not affection. Rather, it was more like taking care of an animal, or a child who had not yet been able to function properly. Or just an act of oiling a music box.
âI wonât let anyone else hurt meâŚâ
Nathaniel wants Kyrie to hate him or fear him. He thought the only way to own the other personâs heart was to burn their whole life with feelings for him. He was a great man to pull it off, and he seemed to have actually made it halfway. Now everyone she met was suspicious. She was afraid that this guy, that guy, was all an actor.
âDoes everything go in Nathanielâs way?â
Her mind was falling apart. Cold, hunger, and nervousness gnawed at her nerves more than she thought. She certainly thought sheâd give up everything and live like the way she didnât know.
âMarryAnne is here to save you.â
If it wasnât for the friendly voice that encouraged her every time.
It was such a hard day. Kyrie sneaked on a wagon and moved northwest. The largest port nearby was ClĂĄsico, but it was too likely to be noticed by the aristocracy. So the choice was the port city of Red Route next to Classico. MarryAnne told her to leave the continent, so she was going to catch a small merchant ship from RedRoute to the North.
But Kyrieâs expectations were smashed in a tavern in front of the harbor.
âShip? But they arenât running, though?â
The clerk wiped his glass and jagged, perhaps because it was lunch.
âItâs been a while, but where did you live?â
âAh, ah ah.â
Kyrie pointed at her neck instead of answering. The clerk flinched.
âYou canât speak? Well, just listen. Everything is on alert around here. All the ships were cut off, and the crew became unemployed. I think you havenât heard that the ocean is frozen yet.â
Blood disappeared from Kyrieâs face.
âItâs Nathaniel.â
He was the only one who could do such a thing. As her reaction disappeared, the clerk tilted his head to look inside the cape instead of wiping his glass.
âBy the way, I think Iâve seen your face beforeâŚâŚ.â
Kyrie pressed down on her cape more quickly. However, the clerk had already seen Kyrieâs face.
âHmm, I think Iâd remember it better if I didnât want to die, but where did I see itâŚ?â
The clerk, who was contemplating something, suddenly made a loud noise and smiled coldly.
âAh! I know! You look like that Hyung! Are you siblings?â
As Kirie looked in puzzle, the clerk waved his hand with a dry mop toward Kyrieâs back.
âThere he comes anyway. Oooi!â
âYo! Howâs business going, Rupert?â
The voice hardened Kyrieâs body.
âNo wayâŚâ
The clerk smiled cheerfully, turning Kyrieâs suspicions into conviction.
âThatâs not the point right now, Buchanan Hyung! Thereâs a woman here who looks just like you!â
ââŚâŚ!â
Her whole body was on edge.
âI have to run!â
Kyrie waited for the man behind her back to come by, and quickly turned around and began running. But the man easily grabbed Kyrie by the wrist, perhaps expecting it.
âWhat, why are you running?â
âEekâŚ.!â
âThatâs suspicious. I can tell what youâre wearing is fancy.â
âUm, Hyung, take it easy on her. Youâre such a hothead!â
âIâve got it easy enough! I need to see her face. Does she look like me that much?â
Kyrie tried to escape with all her might, but to no avail.
The man holding Kyrieâs wrists looked inside of her hat. Light purple hair and purple eyes filled his vision.
âHuh?â
The man, Grey Buchanan, had his eyes grow bigger.
âWhat, why are you here? Bad luck? Itâs weird, I wasnât told!â
Kyrie closed her eyes tightly and covered Grayâs mouth with her palm. Gray immediately licked her palms with his tongue, and Kyrie hurriedly pulled them back with a frightened face. Gray burst into laughter at the sight.
âWow, itâs been a long time, hasnât it? How are you?â
As Kyrie tried to shut up his mouth again, Gray pulled his head back and avoided it. Then he smiled.
âYou want to talk to me outside?â
Still quick to read the room. Kyrie nodded, biting her lips.
Two people headed to the alley behind the tavern. There was trash and dead rats, but there were no people. Gray frowning and grinning.
âSo, why are you here, little sister?â
Gray Buchanan is the eldest son of the Duke of Buchanan. His father-like features and vivid purple eyes were exactly the same as Kyrieâs.
Their personalities were very different. If there was a group of âpeople who is always at the center of the crowdâ, Gray Buchanan would definitely enter and be the center in it. He was more like an evolved Gladioso, and above all, he was quick to notice.
âDid you run away from home?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âItâs strange, youâre trying to run awayâŚâŚ. Hmm. Run away from home.â
âWhat should I do?â
She couldnât think properly because of fatigue. Gray tilted his head as he looked at Kyrie.
âDid you fight with Father? Thatâs surprising. Arenât you a very obedient person?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âWhy donât you answer?â
Kyrie quietly wrapped her palms around her neck. Gray blinked a couple of purple eyes.
âAphasia?â
(PR/N: Aphasia; condition that robs you of the ability to communicate. It can affect your ability to speak, write and understand language, both verbal and written. Well, Iâm sure Kyrieâs is temporary.)
Kyrie nodded. Gray turned his head for a moment and looked around. An interesting murmur flowed through his lips.
âReally?â
There were still no people around. Kyrie, who belatedly noticed something, quickly tried to escape, but it was after a big fist had already flown to Kyrieâs stomach.
Wham!
âUgh!â
Kyrie collapsed on a pile of trash, spilling her last word. Looking at her, Gray opened his eyes wide and extended his hand.
âYou really canât talk, can you? In the past, you would have been loud right away. Haha, enough. Iâm sorry, I was just checking!â
Kyrie fell down, clenched her teeth and looked up at Gray. Gray knew the meaning of the look, but he just smiled leisurely. It was something he knew. Kyrie could never beat him.
âWhat are you doing, arenât you going to catch me?â
Eventually, Gray shrugged when he saw Kyrie in person.
âBut why are you doing this here? Oh, you said you couldnât talk, right? HmmâŚâŚ Good! Letâs go to where Iâm staying! I wonder what happened to Trevereum when I wasnât there!â
Gray grabbed Kyrie by the wrist. It was strong without mercy. Kyrie moaned, but he didnât loosen up. All Kyrie could do was close the veil so it wouldnât come off.
As they left the alley and entered the street, countless people talked to Gray.
âHyung! Arenât you coming to the board today?â
âOh, Henry! Iâve got business to attend to today. Iâll get it for you tomorrow. Will you wait for me?â
Kyrie shuddered as she heard Gray talking to people familiarly. Everyone seemed to look at her. Memories of the past poured in like a flood. The eyes of hundreds of people looking at her in the square.
âUuughâŚ.â
Kyrieâs steps stopped. Her legs trembled like an upside-down cicada and she couldnât move.
Gray belatedly noticed Kyrieâs condition and examined her.
âWhat, hey, are you all right?â
Kyrie, curled up like a fetus, gasped without answering. After a moment of silence, Gray lifted Kyrie up like a piece of baggage and placed her on his shoulder.
âCome on, letâs go!â
Being held upside down, she felt like throwing up, but Gray wouldnât let her go. Kyrie breathed hard and closed her eyes.
It wasnât until he finally entered the room of a luxury inn where Gray was staying that he put Kyrie on the floor like a throw.
âPuha, I canât keep secrets! I got in trouble hiding it! Whatâs wrong with you? I havenât seen you in a while.⌠Youâve become a fool.â
Kyrie, who was barely released from peopleâs eyes, struggled to breathe in.
âDone?â
Kyrie stared at him with wet eyes. Gray grinned.
âThatâs the kind of eyes you always have. Well, thatâs enough. Wouldnât it be funny to have a brother-sister fight at this age? Then!â
He threw something. It was paper and pen.
âWould writing be better? You had pretty handwriting!â
Gray smiled happily, sitting on the bed with his arms crossed. Kyrie stumbled over, scribbling her handwriting as she stood.
ăLet me go.ă
âHmm. little sister Isnât that what I asked?â
Gray scratched his head. His voice lowered.
âWhat the hell is going on? Thereâs no need for a father like that to call me unnecessarily. Did he kill mother? No, she canât die at fatherâs hands, is it the opposite?â
Kyrie faced difficulties with the pen. She didnât know how to explain the series of events that have happened in recent months. Even as she explained it, she wasnât sure if Gray would let her go.
âI can hear you thinking.â
Kyrie was stunned by Grayâs quiet words. A hard-faced Gray rose from his seat and strode up. Before Kyrie could escape, he held Kyrieâs hand in a brutal way.
âYou seem to have forgotten how to write, so your kind brother will tell you. This is how to write. Do you remember now?â
Gray pressed Kyrieâs hand holding the pen. Her bone was crushed hard on a wooden pen.
âAkh!â
âNo, no, thereâs no such thing as that. Look at me!â
Gray smiled and increased his strength, near the bones of her fingers. Seemed like a man who wanted to squish the bones in her fingers, if possible.
Kyrie pushed Gray as hard as she could. It was only a couple of steps back. Gray shrugged, stepping back with a blatant âlet goâ.
âYou remember? Good. Then tell me one by one, sister! Why did Father call me.â
She clenched her teeth and scribbled the pen.
ăPower relations in the capital have changed. Buchanan became a duke, and the crown fell.ă
âThe long-lasting Owrenbridge dynasty?â
ăFather wants you to take the Dukeâs job.ă
âOh, what! Did he call me to do such a nuisance? I thought I was finally going to hand down the title. By the way, you were doing it in the first place!â
Gray sighed loudly as he touched his forehead.
âIs that why you ran away? Because you donât want to?â
Kyrie, who had hesitated for a while, nodded. There is nothing good about the story of the Legendary Lord.
ăIâm tired of living Fatherâs way. I donât want to go back. Please donât let him know you saw me.ă
Gray grinned. It was a bright, playful smile, but Kyrie glanced a glimpse of the cunning Cesar in him.
âYou know, you and I are nobles. Itâs not like youâre making a deal without a hitch.â
Two pairs of purple eyes bumped into the air.
Kyrie asked using her lips without sound.
âWhat do you want?â
âAs expected, youâre a quick calculator. Well, youâre always smarter than me.â
Gray squinted and smiled, exposing his teeth.
âWhat do I want? Itâs not that hard. Did you see the sea freeze? As you know, sea people are vulnerable to superstitions. They think itâs an ominous sign, and we have to sacrifice our lives to the sea.â
ăSo?ă
âIâd like you to act as a sacrifice!â
He shook his hand before Kyrie could even frown.
âOf course! Iâm not really throwing you into the sea. Just pretend, pretend.â
ăAre you crazy?ă
âI donât believe it either! But people were crying and begging at the village meeting. Itâs said that daughters arenât needed⌠It was so serious.â
ăI know itâs a pumpkin, not a head above your neck. What if I didnât come here? Did you really try to throw an innocent woman into the sea?ă
âSo why donât you help me?â
Gray strode to narrow the distance threateningly. Then, he took the paper with an annoying face, and tore it apart in front of her eyes. Kyrie stuck out the sharp spot of the pen, but Gray easily took it away and threw it behind his back.
âYouâll do it. Iâll help you. Am I really gonna let my sister die? Just pretend to throw yourself off the boat, and another small boat will take you from the bottom. Or Iâll choose another innocent village girl, commit the right crime, and throw her into the sea, as you say.â
Kyrieâs eyes looked at Gray with disgust. She forgot for a while, but this was Gray Buchanan. Gray was pretending to be nice, but when something he didnât like happened, he quickly turned into a threat.
âItâs better for one person to sacrifice than for the whole village to suffer. Right, Kyrie Buchanan? This is the way you used to be, isnât it?â
He giggled like it was something that was funny to him.
âOn the other hand, if you help me, Iâll let you go without telling anyone about you. I think we need a wagon, too. Even if you refuse, you know I wouldnât let you run away, right?
Kyrie clenched her teeth with a cold face.
âKeep your word.â
***
Gray Buchanan quickly became a hero. His sincerity to dedicate a âgirlâ to the village touched everyone.
Our savior, Gray Buchanan! Heâll melt the sea!
Gray said he brought several mana stones made by Fort Ducain to change Kyrieâs hair color.
âI like the color red. Do it in that color.â
Kyrie chose plain brown hair.
Some of the servants who followed Gray knew Kyrieâs face, so she changed her body shape by putting a bundle of cloth between her clothes and covering her face with a cloth. No one talked to Kyrie whether they thought she wanted to spend the last minute quietly. Nevertheless, eyes followed her, so she could only come out at the time of the village festival.
âWhere are you going?â
As soon as she opened the door, the young man Gray planted for surveillance spoke to her. Kyrie briefly faltered at the strangerâs gaze. She pointed at the sea with a chin instead of her trembling hand.
âAre you going to the sea?â
After Kyrie nodded, she moved on. The young man chased after Kyrie without saying a word. It may not have been done knowingly, but the distance was too close to escape.
âNow is the time.â
Kyrie, who was wandering around to find an alley to escape, reached the port.
The sudden gust of wind closed her eyes, then she opened her eyes, and a magnificent scenery unfolded. There was white ice on the blue sea that was supposed to be blue, and ships with broken bottoms stood at an angle. Above it was the gradually setting sky.
It was a rare sight, but Kyrie was not impressed. Kyrie looked at the ice, and carefully climbed over it.
âBe careful!â
The young man rushed in. Kirier, who had stomped on the ice for a while, took out paper and pen from her pocket.
ăHow thick is the ice?ă
âItâs enough to keep a person from walking. But you might fall and get hurt, so go back.â
ăIs the thickness constant?ă
âIâve heard most of them.â
ăSo where do we perform the ritual of offering the sacrifice to the sea? Through the ice?ă
âThereâs a place nearby where people tried to break the ice.â
Kyrie looked at the distant sea. The biting wind sounded like someoneâs whisper.
âGo as far west as you can, get on the boat. You have to leave the continent.â
She didnât think consciously about whether it was really possible or what would happen after that even if she succeeded. She was just following their will. So she would leave this country, cross the sea, and head north. And she might not mean anything, but she would write a letter. Iâm doing fine. You guys will be happy, too. Then after thatâŚâŚ.
âDie, Noona.â
She stopped. She lowered her eyes and turned her back from the sea. Her pen moved resolutely.