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[Diwen’s POV]
On the other hand, I was thinking of killing you for a split second.
“But why do you

.”
Diwen stopped muttering and grabbed her as she stumbled.
No, it’s not. This is me stumbling, isn’t it.
Diwen gritted his teeth at the feeling of falling into the deep water and losing his mind. If I didn’t hold on to my mind with all my strength, I would fall down.
However, my attention continued to be focused elsewhere.
Why was this woman so sensitive to my death even after receiving this mission?
The mission comes from the bottom of the heart. You shouldn’t be afraid of dying, isn’t that what you should be hoping for?
Did you actually try to kill me?
No. Not only did she not have any hint of that, she even saved me.
So why?
Why did you save me.
“Say something

.”
“Why

”
It was then. A creeping voice leaked from her limp body.
Diwen did not miss the voice and looked down with bated breath.
“Why, I mean

.”
She murmured once more in a feeble voice.
Her hair fell down on her lowered head, revealing the nape of her neck.
The white nape of her neck was reflected in the moonlight and came into view. And how much she’s sweating.
At first glance, as if she had fainted, she was barely standing while being held in Diwen’s hands.
At that moment, Diwen wondered what he was doing while holding on to her, whose fever was rising and was wheezing. So I tried to take her to the infirmary.
Even if my wrist wasn’t gripped by her frighteningly cold hand, unlike the forearms that were hot from the heat.
“Of course
”
A voice full of heat, a little whisper that seemed to faint at any moment,
Even so, her hand wrapped around my wrist was full of strength.
As if to listen to herself quietly.
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Seeing that unfamiliar appearance, Diwen stopped breathing.
Stop thinking and be still, very still
 

“Because I don’t want to kill you
.”
He listened attentively to every word.
Tuk, her arms finally dropped down and she rested her head on his chest.
Diwen almost hugged her like that, then looked blankly ahead.
Blurred vision, distant mind, rapid breathing. Then someone suddenly grabbed Diwen’s shoulder.
When Diwen stumbled at the recoil, his opponent seemed a little embarrassed, and he spoke stiffly as if it had never happened.
“Now, what are you doing.”
It was Reden.
[Reden’s POV]
Reden looked strangely at Diwen, who was silent and pale, and strangely limp, he pulled him.
Then she fell like a doll with a broken string, so I caught her with my quick hands.
Everything that my hand touched was hot.
“What? What did you do
”
Reden, who had been speaking harshly without even realizing it, stopped when he found the watch on the floor.
The clock pointed to a little past midnight.
It’s past midnight and my younger sister, who was fine just a moment ago, is now boiling hot.
With those two facts alone, Reden was able to grasp what the situation was.
Damn it, I swore, lightly picked her up and carefully put her in a carriage that approaches just at the right moment. And as we were about to ride in the carriage together, I turned my head.
Diwen Fergus, the knight was covering his face with one hand for some reason, so his expression was not visible. What you can tell is that the atmosphere is different from usual.
‘Did you notice that this child is also cursed?’
I wanted to ask but now was not the time.
Reden paid attention to his sister again and got into the carriage, and the carriage departed.
[Diwen’s POV]
The sound of the carriage gradually faded and then disappeared. Diwen nevertheless stood tall on the spot.
It was because two things that lingered in his ears confused him.
‘Because I don’t want to kill you
.’
One thing was her words stuck in my mind. The other thing is

Thump thump-
It was the sound of my heart beating loudly.
Ah, Diwen muttered a single word inwardly.
Is this pounding because of the bloody fever.
Or

If that’s not the case

Contrary to his behavior of repeatedly whispering as if denying reality, his ears were shining red under the moonlight.
***
[RenĂ©e’s POV]
-Don’t forget, baby. All of this happened because of you.
-How nice it would have been if you had quietly followed my words.
A creepy laugh echoed at the end of a dismal voice. The girl with her hair covered continues to deny
 

Heok, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
I couldn’t grasp the situation with my heavy body and blank head, and it was only when I stupidly blinked for a long time, and then I remembered the last thing.
At midnight, a red window appeared. And the penalty isn’t like seppuku

It was only then that I realized that the scenery coming into my field of vision was familiar.
“It’s
my room. How did I come back.’
I don’t remember very well.
I barely raised my body, as heavy as wet cotton, and looked out the window. It was still black, as if it were dawn.
Groaning, I barely got off the bed and pushed forward step by step, and sat down in front of the desk.  Getting out of the damp bed, I felt like my head was spinning faster.
First of all, it seems like a week has passed seeing that only my body is heavy and everything else is fine. My body is heavy because I have been lying down for a week.
I sighed and tried to rest my chin, but my right arm didn’t move very well, so I looked down and found that it was still fixed.
In response, I threw off the cumbersome brace, opened and closed my hand, and then turned my shoulder.
I didn’t feel any pain other than a little soreness. Rather, the fingers that couldn’t be gripped well hurt more.
Well, if it’s fixed for a week or so, it’ll be fine now.
With that in mind, I immediately opened the drawer and took out the paper. Then, like a man going to war, I gripped the pen holder on the desk.
The dry throat shouted to drink water right away, but that was not the problem. The feeling that had subsided as soon as it was about to subside made a fuss about tidying up right away.
“Yes. Now it’s time to do it.”
In an empty room, in a quiet environment.
And now, at dawn when sensitivity is bursting.
I was thinking of sorting out the contents of this damn novel I possessed.
“First of all
 Should I write down the title first?”
I took out a candle stuck in the corner of the drawer and lit it because I thought to turn on the light, the light would leak out of the door gap or the window.
Subsequently, after crookedly writing ‘title’, I was silent for a long time. The hand holding the pen did not move either.
The ink hanging from the tip of the pen couldn’t hold out and fell. I stared blankly at the ink dripping on the paper, then admitted it with a sigh.
The fact that I can’t remember the title.
‘Well. I’ve read countless novels before I went to bed, but I can’t remember them
’
I murmured the fact that I realized as soon as I possessed it, enduring the urge to stretch out on the desk and clasped my chin.
When I was wasting time tapping the paper with the tip of a pen for no reason, I suddenly remembered a moment.
‘My brother considers him to be his muse now, but I still consider you my muse.’
‘I get inspiration from the shell, but my older brother tends to get inspiration by talking to ‘him’.’
‘Think about it. Who’s in that shell right now.’
The weak hand went into a tight grip. Immediately, the fragile pen holder broke with a thundering sound, and I opened my hand in surprise to look at the fragments in my grip, while rubbing my face with the hand that my chin was resting on.
Yes. The reason I tried to recall the novel as soon as I came to my senses was because of the conversation I had with Bradley.
To understand his words, it was necessary to organize the novel.
Even though I’m wasting time like this because I’m blocked from the title.
“Ha

. All right. Then let’s just sort out what we know roughly.”
I gathered the fragments of the pen holder and pushed them aside, took out a new pen holder and paper, and smeared the ink again.
With a squeak, squeak, I crookedly wrote ‘Anastasia Solen’ again and circled it quickly.
‘First of all
’
No matter what anyone says, it’s clear that Anastasia is the main character. And the ‘RenĂ©e Blair’ I possessed was the one who bullied Anastasia and the other main characters.
‘The reason was because of the mission
  It’s probably right, right?’
It is still unclear. No one knows if that damn mission has been around since I was possessed or not.
But didn’t Reden say that the other day. Seeing that I’ve been doing crazy things since 10 years ago, I wonder if the missions have popped up since then.
Suddenly, I wrote the words ‘ten years’ and propped up my chin again.
‘So, RenĂ©e Blair faced missions a decade ago? If that’s true, why didn’t Renee Blair confide in Reden?’
Anyway, if it is true that Renée Blair has been committing evil deeds for the sake of the mission, then the reason she died from Diwen must have been a close relationship with him.
Because of the mission, I must have committed an evil deed to ‘Diwen Fergus’, and he must have killed me like that.
‘Not exactly me, but RenĂ©e Blair

 .’
However. Problem is.
‘How did the story go after that?’
Yeah, I don’t remember the development after RenĂ©e Blair died.
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It looks like Renée Blair died and had a funeral like that.
But what happened after that? Has it flowed into the story of collecting dragon bones?
No. Dragon bones were very unfamiliar words I heard after being possessed. So it certainly didn’t flow into the dragon bone story.
“Ha
”
My bones hurt, and I let out a sigh.
I don’t remember as if the road had been cut off from the middle. Like I haven’t read a novel since RenĂ©e Blair’s death


‘In the first place, what was the ‘story’ of this novel?’
Usually, novels have content, don’t they. The main character goes through a certain ordeal and overcomes that ordeal.
Strangely, however, I only remembered the setting of the characters rather than such important details.
How can this be? Usually, the contents of a novel are embedded in your brain, and don’t you forget additional things like the name of the character or the setting?
I felt so pathetic that I couldn’t remember not only the title but also the important contents, so I let out another heavy sigh.
I even wondered if I had read the novel.
“No, no

 If I hadn’t read the novel, how would I have known and liked Anastasia?”
Talking to myself, I casually wrote the Bradley brothers next to my name on the paper.
Unfortunately, I didn’t know their names, so I had to write them down as older brother Bradley and younger brother Bradley.
In fact, what I’m most curious about is the relationship between the three. What is the relationship between these three?
I wrote down question marks and stamped the paper several times with the tip of a pen, then bit my lip and wrote muse and ‘him’.
To put it simply, it goes like this.
1. Until two months ago, the Bradley brothers regarded ‘RenĂ©e Blair’ as their muse.
2. However, a person named “Him” and the Bradley brothers met, and the older brother decided to regard ‘him’ as his muse.
3. But what? What about Bradley’s brother? Still RenĂ©e Blair? Do you consider myself a muse? You called me muse and sent me an invitation?
I looked down at the paper with the question mark on it and rubbed my forehead. My head started to hurt, but I couldn’t stop.
Once I started to organize things, things that I had been wondering about until now burst out.
4. And Bradley said he got a brooch from the muse. You said you met him two months ago, so maybe that’s when you got it? Then the muse must have been the one who stole the dragon bones.
5. Again, the muse asked to bring someone, and that was Renée Blair

“Ah, my head is about to break

.”
After being sick for a week, I wanted to give up and go back to bed as I tried to sort out the problems that seemed to explode as soon as I woke up.
In fact, lying halfway on the desk instead of the bed, I tried to ignore the throbbing temples and gazed at the flickering candle, then moved my hand as if possessed again.
I followed the stream of consciousness, completely ignoring everything I had organized by counting the numbers.
However
 the spirit of the dragon that ate into Bradley also called the muse “him.” The fact that a dragon who regards humans as inferior beings calls the muse ‘him’*

TL/N: Honorific form
After endlessly writing down the points, I naturally drew an arrow.
And with a rather serious face, I scribbled briefly.