Gray was taken to a separate room less than a few minutes later. He walked confidently with the envy of people.
The Legendary Lord was in the recital room for guests. It was a room with a black carpet and a large piano in the center. Gray, who found him, strode into the room, paused and stepped back
A man who was looking out of the window in a posture akin to a deer. The lord looked perfect. It wasnât until Gray saw the Legendary Lord who was a man that was overly handsome that he was overwhelmed.
âI never thought Iâd run into you in a place like this. If I win the favor of the Legendary Lord, my father will no longer be able to give me a title, right?â
Gray stepped back. In his head passed every sophisticated and witty greeting he knew. Such Grayâs vision caught something by the window.
âChess piece?â
It was a white king made of ivory. The Legendary Lord was staring at it with a rather habitual gaze.
Gray blinked, then stepped forward with a confident smile.
âDo you like chess?â
The black and elegant manâs head slowly turned to Gray. Gray stood opposite him, gesticulating deftly.
âI like it, too.â
The Legendary Lord grabbed the king that he had put on the window instead of answering. As the blue mana shone, the chess horse soon disappeared out of the blue.
[Gray Buchanan.]
âYes!â
[Tell me about your sister.]
The Legendary Lord said as if he were singing. It was like a song, but it was close to the sound of a stringed instrument with a loud echo.
âHow can a person have a voice like that? Oh, arenât you human?â
âAnyway. What are you curious about?â
[Do you siblings have any connections other than Elsus?]
âOh, you know that Elsus is our hometown! Itâs a nice neighborhood.â
Gray laughed softly.
âBut a connection, I donât know. Actually, I lived in Sel Arellano early on. Or on the estate.â
[I heard Elsus was your hometown?]
âShe was in Elsus. With my mother.â
[Why?]
Gray blinked a few times with his large blue eyes under dark eyebrows.
âBecause sheâs affectionate.â
A moment of brutal light flashed through those blue eyes.
[Ah.]
Gray was convinced of his choice, because what came to his lips at this time was cynicism.
âThere was a problem with Kyrie.â
But it still lacked something he wanted him to show his hand completely. He decided to be a little bolder. Gray raised the corners of his eyes slyly.
âKyrie wanted to take care of her mother. She said she wasnât very well back thenâŠâ
[Zhenya Hartwood.]
âYou know? Yes. My mother was originally a scholar who studied the apocalypse. Because of her pregnancy, she had to stay away from academia, but she says. Fatherâs permission-.â
[So?]
âYes?â
The Legendary Lord said with a slightly tired look.
[I hate asking twice. Where would Kyrie Buchanan go?]
Gray paused for a moment with a smile on his face. Sometimes silence is better than words.
âA little bit more.â
âExcuse me, but why are you curious about KyrieâŠâŠ? Did my sister do something wrong?â
[Wrong.]
The Legendary Lord didnât even blink. He didnât seem like the kind of person who would say âItâs wrong to be too prettyâ, so Gray closed his doubts with those words. Kyrie had done something wrong, and it was clear that the Legendary Lord was angry about it. A faint wretchedness appeared on his face, as soft as a wet swallow.
âOhâŠ..Is that so? I apologize for my sisterâs mistake, Your GraceâŠ. Itâs not really that surprising. In fact, there are many places where she is a little lacking.â
At that moment, Gray felt that the focus of the Legendary Lord, who had been thinking of other things throughout the conversation, became focused on him.
[Yes?]
He even seemed to be having fun. It was really strange. The Legendary Lord started to smile, but the air got tighter.
[Keep talking.]
He took a step closer with a hint of strangely encouraging the Legendary Lord. Gray took a step back without knowing why.
âUh⊠Your Grace?â
[This is an interesting story. Itâs really fun. Yeah, it looked pretty good to my eyes.]
âIs that soâŠ?â
[So tell me more.]
The Legendary Lord lowered his eyes and whispered,
[I wonder what type of story will come out of your mouth.]
âYes? Hmm.âŠâ
After a moment of silence, Gray regained his confidence. If it was to win peopleâs liking, it was his specialty.
âIf youâve met Kyrie, youâd know that, but first of all, she is not an ordinary person. From being too stubborn⊠Well, she did listen to what my father said.â
[She is not afraid of anything.]
âRight. Because weâre a family, itâs true that she has to cover up her teeth, but anyway, thatâs the case! How could she have thought of doing something wrong with the Legendary Lord?â
The Legendary Lord smiled. Gray laughed too.
âYou seem to be looking for her, can I get you a present?â
[Itâs fun. I also have something I want to get from you.]
Before he knew it, the Legendary Lord was holding a cane. He looked like he was holding a sword. Somehow it bothered him terribly, but Gray decided to focus on something more important. Words that couldnât hide their expectations popped out.
âThen would you like to meet Kyrie?â
The smile disappeared in an instant.
Gray didnât know the whole thing. And he thought he had misheard him, so he said again.
âWould you like to meet her?â
[What?]
âKyrie, you know. I have her.â
At that moment, there was a big lightning strike outside the window. The white light shone on the body of the Legendary Lord.
Gray, who was overly intoxicated with his directing skills, did not notice that the shadow of the Legendary Lord was too big at that moment. The black pupil between the blue iris began to change shape like a reptile and a goat.
[Here?]
It sounded like a tight bow demonstration.
Gray put the bow down with a nod.
âYes, here she is.â
***
âIâd rather have snow. What kind of crazy weather is this?â
Residents of ClĂĄsico grumbled. People looked up at the sky. Clouds accompanied by thunder and lightning were revolving around Clementzâs Castle, as if a huge manpower were working.
âShouldnât we evacuate?â
âBut there was no evacuation order.â
âItâs the Lordâs birthday banquet! Would you look outside?â
âStill, letâs keep an eye on things a little by the way.âŠ.â
At that time, someone pointed to the sea.
âWait, whatâs wrong with the sea?â
The eyes of those who were outside to look into the sea. A child in his fatherâs arms spoke in an innocent voice that did not suit the situation.
âDad, itâs Yong Oreum! Wow!â
(T/N: An âOreumâ, located in the east of Jeju Island, is a Jeju-dialect which means a parasitic volcano.)
From the distant sea, there were several Yongoreum, smaller than a finger.
But unlike children, adults were looking elsewhere.
ââŠâŠThe sea is draining.â
The sea, which had been boiling over due to the storm, was silently retreating. Sea-men didnât know what it meant. Peopleâs faces turned white.
***
Kyrie gasped, looking down at the fallen soldier.
âI didnât expect it to work.âŠ.â
If you compress the arteries in a personâs neck and cause hypoxia, even the most robust person will faint within 10 seconds.
She had been hit by Gray under the name of Fainting Play when she was young, but itâs the first time she had actually done it on a human being. It was also the first time she deliberately tried to hurt others. Kyrieâs hands trembled. She felt like a demon.
âSorry, Iâm sorryâŠâŠ but I have to runâŠâŠ.â
Kyrie frantically groped the arms of the soldier. She found the handcuff key, uncuffed it, and put it on the soldierâs arm. The conversation passed by.
âCheck the drain and the back door carefully. Thereâs a storm. The back door eventually flew away the other dayâŠ..â
Kyrie started running deeper into the dungeon without looking back. She lost strength in her skinny legs and fell over and over again, but she didnât feel the pain.
When she saw a light from afar, a ray of hope shone on Kyrieâs face. As she held her rough breath and ran towards the light, the world suddenly became brighter in that moment. Kyrie, who had closed her eyes because of her light, let out her groan of despair.
What unfolded before her eyes was a distant cliff.
***
Grayâs face turned cold in surprise at Nathanielâs surprise.
âIs it that much of a surprise?â
Besides, he didnât even realize that Nathanielâs shadow was just weird, but he definitely got the feeling he âsaw something he shouldnât have seenâ. Because it was the realm of instinct.
âWell..âŠ. Did I say something wrong?â
Gray spoke carefully and took a step back. Then Nathaniel took a step closer.
[How?]
It was a hoarse voice. Gray felt the muscles all over his body stiffen.
âI found her on Redroute. The way she was running was suspicious, so I caught herâŠ.â
Gray answered with a clumsy smile. It was clear that something was wrong with her.
In Nathanielâs blue eyes, which grew slightly in surprise, the expression on his face did not change, only emotion disappeared. It was great pressure.
[Guide me.]
âYes?â
[Where Kyrie is. Where did you put her?]
Gray met his gaze and licked his lips with his hair, which had become somewhat dull.
âHoweverâŠAre you sure you want to go like this?â
Unfortunately, Kyrieâs insight on Gray was correct. He lacked resourcefulness. He was quick-witted, but overconfident, and friendly, but that was one of the things that didnât work for Nathaniel the most.
âOf course, I want to guide Kyrie right away, but⊠In the first place, isnât it essential that these things save each otherâs face?â
The only thought in Grayâs mind was that he had to somehow make use of this opportunity.
âI canât just hand over Kyrie. At the very least, if I get a promise to reciprocate, even verbally, itâs worth it.â
Gray took a breath.
âAnd Iâm not comfortable helping you find my sister for something I donât know why.â
The original Nathaniel would have accepted with a faint cynicism. But now Nathaniel couldnât afford it. The moment Nathanielâs mouth opens, or before, or after that. Anyway, it was almost simultaneous.
Grayâs face cracked horizontally. Gray didnât know it until the blood from the wound fell on his collar, and later made a stupid sound.
ââŠâŠHuh?â
His hand slowly climbed up and felt under his eyes. Only then did he realize that his skin had been cut very shallowly in a straight line. His mouth opened for a scream. The white blade came into his mouth as if he had waited for it.
[My patience isnât that long, and Iâm more thirsty than you think. Show me where she is at this time.]
Nathaniel spoke low. His face, behind the white lightning, was horrifyingly pale.
Gray felt a fishy taste of blood on the metal on his tongue. It was his own blood. If he moved a little, he would cut his mouth.
Nathaniel also did not forget to warn a little more gently for the heady hair animal.
[I donât think you know, but guidance doesnât have to be with normal limbs.âŠâŠ.]
The white sword slipped out of its mouth like a snake. It significantly touched Grayâs shoulders and knees, then became a black cane.
Nathaniel stood upright with a cane, staring at Gray. Gray slowly smoothed the blood flowing from his face. The wound was cut too delicately, stung a bit.
It was scarier.
ââŠâŠIâll guide you.â
Gray gently relinquished his escape from the black torrent before his eyes.
As they stepped out into the hallway, he heard the sound of a Colorado soprano somewhere. Gray and Nathaniel headed to the dungeon, listening to increasingly climaxing songs. And just in time, he ran into Neveah looking for him.
Neveah belatedly found a man beyond Grayâs back, and gently clung to him.
ââŠâŠIâll escort you.â
It wonât help much, but just being on his side was a little reassuring.
Nathaniel said nothing when he saw Buchananâs servants joining him. Gray wiggled his cheeks with a confused face.
âI donât think he has a grudge. Itâs over if he knows I stabbed Kyrie in the back.â
But now itâs too late to cope with something. The moment he tries to escape the sight of the Legendary Lord, or the moment he makes a suspicious move, he will become disfigured. There was such confidence.
Gray hoped Kyrie would do something about this frustrating situation. She was a tough kid to her family, so he had no choice but to hope that she could hang on somehow.
But when Gray went down to the dungeon, the prison was empty.
***
âOh, whereâd she go?â
She could hear Gray shouting furiously over her head.
Kyrie stood inside a drain dripping with water and held her breath. The water was waist-deep, and high above the head, there was a lattice drain lid.
The castle must have a secret passageway to be used by the lord in an emergency situation. And if there is no retreat built on a cliff like Clementâs Castle and exposed outside, the secret passage is usually a ditch.
âGray wasnât interested in that knowledge, and it wasnât in Nathanielâs time. You wonât find it.â
âNeveaaaaaah!
âIt looks like she ran away.â
Buchananâs female servant, who was under Gray, replied in a hoarse voice. Kyrie listened to the conversation between the two below.
âFortunately, the soldier is alive.â
âWake up!â
Soon there was a slap in the face.
âHey, wake up.â
âUhhhhhhh.
âWhereâs the lady?â
âHuhâŠ? Youâre BuchananâsâŠâŠ?â
âWhat happened?â
âUhâŠ? That woman, her hair wasnât brownâŠâŠ?â
âDamn, thatâs a magic stone! Tell me what you know!â
Gray started running a little more. The soldierâs spirit was dead.
âSorry, Iâm sorry. I canât remember ever since I was strangled by a chain of handcuffs from behindâŠ.â
âYou choked? Kyrie? That smart kid? Itâs happening again!â
âAww, itâs a bit like treating women carelessly, so at the moment when you miss itâŠ.â
Conversations in the order expected. Kyrie rolled her eyes down. She seemed to have relaxed her tension a little later. She squeezed in between them, and a voice that was seldom heard intervened.
[Where is she headed?]
Kyrieâs body, which had been relaxed for a moment, tensed up. She covered her mouth with her palm to keep her from making a sound.
âOnce again, there is another door on the other side. If not there, maybe in the castleâŠ?â
âAh, sir! Damn it, Neveah. Take care of this! I will follow the Legendary Lord.â
âI understand, Master.â
After that, the sound overlapped and could not be heard well. Buchananâs servants, including Neveah, were busy moving over her head, and they took the soldiers and left.
Now all that was left was Kyrie. She looked up at her, exhausted, unable to make a specific expression. She was worried about the soldierâs condition and stayed there for a while, but there seemed to be no problem. Fortunately for her, no one noticed that she was here. Even Nathaniel.
Kyrie leaned against her wall and closed her eyes for a moment. Her heart felt hot and cold.
[Where did you go?]
The faint nervousness in his voice was unfamiliar. A laugh came out. It seemed that nothing could break Nathanielâs leeway, but he did it himself.
She wasnât happy. She was just tired. She just wanted to fall down and sink into the water. But now her accustomed hallucinations pushed her back.
âRun away without looking back.â
âI know, MarryAnneâŠâŠâ
Kyrie struggled to open her eyes and looked at the dimly lit drain. When it bends, it somehow becomes large enough for a person to carry, but it is unknown what will be at the end. But she had to hurry. If itâs Nathaniel, he will quickly notice her trick.
âYou have to get out of the castle as soon as possible.â
Kyrie finally looked up at the light above her head, and then she turned back. And walked out into the darkness.
***
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