Of course, I thought he would refuse, but the Count readily answered.
âDo you know what Iâm going to ask for?â
âDidnât I tell you before? Call me anytime if you need help.â
The Count really acted like he was going to help me with whatever I had to say.
âSay anything.â
He was genuinely willing to help me.
After talking with the Count, I returned to the room. Before I left and now, I noticed that something had changed in the room.
âDid I open the window and go out?â
It could never be.
In the beginning, it was cold in the north, so I didnât even open the windows.
Unsurprisingly, there was something lying on the window sill.
When I approached and checked it, I found a bottle of an unknown liquid and a note underneath it.
[If Yurtha does something strange, pour it.
It is said to be a drug that shows extreme rejection when it comes into contact with a transcendent.]
Is it Dylan?
There was no name written on the note, but no one else would have done this.
âAre there any drugs like this?â
If there were, they would be hard to find as most of them come from the cursed land.
âSister.â
Even a tiger would come if I spoke, and Yurthaâs voice was heard outside the door.
It looks like youâre not a gentleman either.
I crumpled up Dylanâs note and threw it away.
Iâm sorry, Dylan. I need Yurtha now.
When I opened the door, I was met with red eyes like pomegranates full of desire.
The man with the handsome appearance smiled as soon as he saw me.
But when I hugged him like I was attacking him, his posture was completely broken.
I rested my head on Yurthaâs chest.
As the two bodies were tightly pressed against each other, Yurthaâs breath became sharp as if it was difficult to maintain his reason.
I quietly listened to the beating of his beating heart, and I immediately raised my head.
âHelp me, Yurta.â
â⊠Sister.â
He inhaled as if he had been patient.
âSave me.â
ââŠ..â
âThe only person who can save me now is you.â
â⊠Sister.â
His voice swelled as if it was difficult to control his desire. But I nailed it with no regard.
âPlease kidnap me.â
Finally, his reason was completely cut off.
He grabbed my shoulder with a trembling hand.
He whispered in a burning voice and shaking his eyes.
âIf you wish.â
****
Rosie left and Richard fell in thought.
âCaptain, can you tell me what happened during the raid?â
The priests grabbed him and asked him questions, but Richard didnât answer.
âDo you have any problems with your neck?â
No way.
No matter how low his regeneration ability, he is a transcendent. The wound has healed a lot.
When Richard showed no sign of speaking, the priests seemed to think there was something wrong with his body.
But he had no regard for the priests at all.
When he was betrayed by Rosie and fled to the cursed land, Richard was on the verge of death.
At that time, Richard was obviously full of anger.
I hated the woman who pushed me to the edge of a cliff after whispering only the words she had to say with a snake-like tongue. I wouldnât be resentful.
He had been caught up in the emotions of the day he was betrayed for quite some time.
âWhy did you believe?â
He was always in the same place with the same concerns.
I kept looking back over that time.
Three years was a long, long time.
The battlefield was a series of horrific scenes of people dying.
Being inside, I remembered the gentle voice that asked me if I was okay three years ago and the warm embrace that held me.
That was the only thing that bothered me.
The feeling of revenge was long enough to disappear as if it were an illusion.
Yes. Iâll have to admit it.
The time he spent in the Marquis of Evantes wasnât very good, but the woman he found in it gave him a lot of inspiration.
3 years.
Memories tend to be glorified, and anger gradually fades.
The only thing left was the thought of wanting to see her.
When we meet againâŠ
Should I just forgive you?
When he had such a thought, he was standing in the middle of the battlefield with his body covered in blood.
The enemy was annihilated and the war was finally over.
The clean black that reflected silver light had cut its skin hundreds of thousands of times, its blade dulled and stained with blood.
Somehow I felt that I had become disgusted.
I did not enjoy slaughter by nature. I rather hated it.
In particular, the smell of blood is disgusting and the stench resonates in the head.
He thought again. Why did I end up crawling into this mud?
If she hadnât betrayed him as promised, he wouldnât have been here.
Also, I didnât want to forgive her easily.
As much as I had endured here with a slaughter that I didnât like very much, I wanted to get her time back.
Three years later, I met a woman.
After a long period of patience, what he felt was that the woman was so lovely.
The woman who tried to deceive him wearing a straw-colored brown wig was ridiculous and quite cute.
Clearly, he must have been really crazy.
The resentment didnât go away, but only the feeling of wanting to hug a woman enough to leave that feeling behind.
So you must not say that you are engaged to Marquis Evantes.
Of course, Richard knew. It was all an act of his selfishness.
But what if itâs selfish?
Iâd have to get her.
I want to know what you dreamed of during those three years.
I want to know what kind of thing she is going through.
âCaptain! Itâs a big deal!â
Then another priest came into his room.
The voice that came from breaking my thoughts was not very pleasant, so my eyebrows raised slightly, and the priest made a shocking remark.