I sat quietly, listening to the hooves of the horses pulling the carriage.
âWhere the hell are we going?â
Seeing the carriage running down the unfamiliar forest road slowly made me anxious.
Besides, the state of Sislin wasâŠ
âToday, he really looks like he came out of a R19 work.â
The man who sat next to me with a body like a giant beastâs had his red, cloudy eyes somehow blurred in focus.
Like a person who had just been drugged.
Or as one who was enduring any pain or impulse.
I asked carefully.
âYour Highness, are you okay?â
ââŠâŠ.â
Sislinâs eyes, which were deeply buried and darkened, moved briefly to Annette.
Annette.
It was only after he captured her in his view that his hazy eyes were clearly focused. He was always like this when she saw her. Despite any sort of pain.
So he wentâŠ
âItâs okay.â
âNo, actually, it was not okay.
This morning.
Owin secretly summoned a doctor from afar for the sake of his master, the crown prince.
He was a doctor that specialized in the treatment of âMephistoâs bloodlineâ, the bloodline of Sislinâs mother.
The heirs of the family who awakened Mephistoâs strong powers often suffered seizures, which they called âblood diseaseâ.
Even Sislin, who awakened his ability in the Forest as a child and forcibly strengthened his ability in the Crevasse, could not avoid the disease.
The power called âthe devilâs powerâ grew stronger as if it grew using the body as a host.
The stronger he got, the more it corroded his mind and made his senses more sensitive.
âHis maternal grandfather, who suffered from this blood disease, eventually lost his ability and went wild, killing his wife, whom he treasured like gold.
And after his senses returned, he suffered from an extreme sense of shame and ended his own life.
The attending doctor, who was familiar with such history, looked worried.
âRecently, your symptoms have gotten worse. You were definitely getting better, but I donât know whyâŠâ
Owin asked.
âDo you have any idea?â
âYouâve become stronger than ever. After coming to this âBayonaire Islandâ. Itâs a bizarre phenomenon.â
What is here in Bayonaire? The doctorâs wrinkles deepened.
At that time, Sislin, who had not been able to get out of bed since morning, opened his mouth.
With a cracked voice like the sound of iron.
âIf the abilities exceed the limit⊠Iâve heard that his damn disease can be contained.â
âYouâre right.â
The attending doctor replied.
âA long time ago, one of Mephistoâs ancestors was successful.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âMephistoâs ability is called âWild Devilâ.â
The doctorâs voice deepened.
âMany were swayed by that power and eventually lost all control. However, if you âcompleteâ a more powerful force⊠Eventually, you will reach the level where you can call the devil like a servant.â
Completion of a greater power.
The state of wielding the power of the devil as oneâs own servant.
It meant that the disease could be suppressed once it reached its peak.
âSislin was well aware of how to perfect a more powerful force.
âI should go to the Crevasse.â
ââŠâŠ!â
Owin was startled, startled.
âAbsolutely not! Your Highness the Crown Prince, have you forgotten all about your last experience?â
The last time he went to the Crevasse, Sislin came back with a very miserable figure.
The sight of his master coming out of that dreadful pit of hell was terrifying. Even now, a long time later, that figure often appeared in Owinâs nightmare.
âSuch pain was not something humans could tolerate.
âCrown Prince.â
The attending doctor said, looking at him silently with the wrinkled eyes behind the glasses.
âIf you go to âCrevasseâ this time, you will surely go crazy. No, actuallyâŠâ
ââŠâŠ.â
âI canât guarantee youâll ever come back alive.â
It was a hell of a pain that caused others to completely lose their minds even after just one visit.
It was already unusual to have been there several times.
Usually, one would go crazy or die in it.
Hence, Sislin was the only âsurvivorâ.
âEven going through that kind of pain could be a great danger to the present Crown Prince.â
ââŠâŠ.â
In front of the silent prince, an old and worried loyalist bowed.
âPlease be careful.â
âââââ±ââ°ââââ
Gerardâs Palace in El Dorado.
Gerard sat still in his wing chair for hours.
Like a lifeless still life.
Standing beside him was Avilus, lost in thought. He asked his master, who was probably thinking the same as he was, about the biggest âproblemâ they now face.
âPrince, even if you were to find the girl, would Crown Prince Sislin leave you alone?â
ââŠHe will go crazy.â
He was a man who started a war to find a woman.
He was also a person who had tenaciously pursued for over 10 years.
What would happen if he tried to take Annette from such a prince?
Even without thinking deeply, he could guess how that âMonster of Crevasseâ would come out.
Gerard finally opened his mouth.
âIf we, here, donât do our best, we wonât get her.â
âIf.â
âDo âactivationâ.â
ââŠâŠ!â
Gerard headed to the detached palace. It was as black as the devilâs den, a deserted palace where no one goes.
It had been a long time since the door to that space where even the vines had dried up and turned brown, where no life could be felt, where only the old stone statues were placed in a gloomy manner, had been opened.
Gerard stretched his arms into the air. As the veins moved like separate living creatures, he swallowed painfully.