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Dorothea grabbed Ethan’s wrist and ran out of the ballroom.
Only after barely escaping the noisy crowd into the secluded room did Dorothea face Ethan again.
“Just now… What did you do?”
Ethan did not deny Dorothea’s trembling question.
“Spirit, that’s the only thing the princess lacks.”
Unlike Dorothea, who was confused, his voice was calm.
“How Could you…”
Only Milanaire could handle the Spirit of Light. Even before her return, she didn’t have this power.
“It doesn’t matter how I have it. The important thing is that no one can ignore you again, princess.”
Ethan said calmly, holding Dorothea’s trembling fingertips soothingly.
“Aren’t you happy?”
Her heart sank when the Spirit of Light hovered around her in the dark.
‘Even though I had lived once, I knew it was impossible, but I was hopeful that I might be able to deal with spirits.’
But it didn’t take her long to realize that the power wasn’t her.
“Why…you have that power, why?”
Dorothea’s lips trembled. Why does Ethan Bronte have the powers that the Milanaire have?
“This is not my power. It’s you, Princess.”
“Don’t lie!”
She wasn’t stupid enough to mistake other people’s power for her own.
Even now, no matter how much she called, the spirit did not respond.
Then Ethan put something in Dorothea’s trembling hand.
“Use me, Princess.”
Dorothea looked at the lump the size of a pebble that had entered her fist.
In her hand was a beautiful jewel that gave off a soft glow.
As soon as Dorothea saw it, she recognized what it was.
“How do you do this…?”
A spirit of light stone that was lost long ago.
She knew this stone. Because she saw it once.
Before returning, when she was waiting for death. And even then, the spirits…It was in Ethan’s hand.
“Now, do you know?”
Ethan looked into Dorothea’s swaying eyes and asked.
Dorothea felt goosebumps all over her body.
“Then you are back…?”
Dorothea asked in a trembling voice and stepped back.
She has been seen since Ethan from Cerritian. He came to visit her almost every week, and he naturally spent time with her.
There were times when Ethan seemed overly mature. She was sometimes scared because he was so clever and smart.
But it was all acting.
“Although they indeed regressed, the very thing that caused the regression was also the reason behind it.”
Ethan followed Dorothea’s back foot step closer.
‘It felt like my heart was about to explode.’
‘Did Ethan make a comeback? My time with him?’
“Why…?”
Dorothea’s back hit the wall. She couldn’t withdraw further from Ethan.
As Ethan approached, his characteristic subtle scent of lilies came over her.
Ethan’s eyes looked seductive and dangerous, like a snake offering the forbidden fruit. Dorothea felt choked.
“For you.”
Ethan’s red lips whispered to her.
The words that came out of his mouth were completely unexpected for Dorothea.
‘For me?’
“you lied”
Dorothea shook her head.
He is a person who easily plays with people. He is a person who has been hiding the fact that he has returned to this day.
So Dorothea couldn’t believe it when Ethan said he returned for her.
Ethan’s smile turned bitter as he gazed at her, realizing that she was still lost and disoriented.
“You still don’t know? the answer?”
A young hot longing stared at Dorothea above his yellowish eyes.
‘Why are you so interested in me, Ethan?’
The answer to Dorothea’s question at the Episteme graduation ceremony was the same as the current answer.
A straightforward answer that she already knew.
But for a very long time, the answer she denied and ignored.
At Dorothea’s tightly shut lips, Ethan’s patience finally reached its limit.
“If you still don’t know, I’ll tell you.”
And a warm touch rushed over Dorothea’s lips.
Dorothea was swept away by her emotions that rushed in like a huge wave.
Salty tears ran down the tip of her tongue, along with the delicate scent of flowers emanating from Ethan.
He whispered to her with his sweet tongue, which entices people into his own.
“I say I love you. I’ve been patient for too long, from my previous life until I see you again.”
* * *
Ethan Bronte.
His first life was full of unnecessary trial and error. Ethan wished he had gotten stronger a little earlier.
Unfortunately, his first life was spent not knowing how to deal with people.
when Jonathan slapped him in the face, and he cried alone when Jonathan tore his favorite clothes and threw his precious shoes into the pond.
The innocent have been foolish for far too long.
He lived as a ghost of the Bronte family for a very long time until he was called the ‘Angel of Golden Eyes.’
Exists but does not exist.
[‘It’s a luxury for a lowly person because of that smooth face.’]
People talked like that about the ghosts hiding in the Bronte family.
The fact that the Duke of Bronte had brought home his son with a bar woman and raised him in his place, meanwhile the Duchess, even though he wasn’t her son, dressed him up in fancy clothes.
But Ethan Bronte, sadly, was terribly human to live as a ghost.
He was emotionally attached to human life and had fluctuating emotions due to a particular desire.
He stayed up all night and cursed the God who made him live as a ghost.
‘I am a human, not a ghost.’
What they see in admiration of beauty is not a painting or a statue but a living human being.
Long unbroken infidelity made the weak boy stronger and stronger.
Even when Jonathan slapped him, broke his favorite violin, or humiliated him in front of his friends, he never lost sight of his humanity.
Ethan, suffering from Jonathan, gradually learned how to survive and sharply grasped his weapon.
And the only chance God gave him.
The day he went hunting in the woods with Jonathan Bronte as his “master” as usual.
He watched the death of Jonathan Bronte.
* * *
A horse was startled by a bird that took off from a cliff and ran wildly.
And Jonathan, who fell down.
Ethan grabbed the reins of the rushing horse and calmed him down.
When the horse was barely tied, Jonathan was nowhere to be seen.
Then, a moan was heard from under the cliff.
“Ugh, Ethan…!”
Ethan looked down the cliff to hear the sound.
Jonathan looked up at Ethan, barely holding onto a branch in the middle.
He urgently called for Ethan and entrusted his life to a small tree.
“Master, are you okay?”
“Shut up… the rope! Do you have a rope?”
Jonathan moaned and asked Ethan.
Ethan had a rope he carried for his hunting snare.
Ethan looked down at him intently.
“Take it down quickly. hurry!”
He said to Ethan angrily.
But Ethan did not go to pick up the rope and looked at Jonathan quietly.
Jonathan was looking up at him, who had broken his favorite violin, made him crawl like a dog, called his friends to laugh at him, and swung his fists at him just because he felt bad.
Jonathan Bronte, who had mistreated Ethan in the past, was now begging for his life.
“…”
“Where’s the rope?!”
Ethan felt bad for a moment at Jonathan’s rough prompting. But he soon pulled out the rope.
He then tied a rope to a tree near the cliff so it wouldn’t come loose.
“Bastard! The rope?!”
Even though he was trying to tie it up as quickly as possible, Ethan was worried about tying the rope tightly at the constant swearing.
Then he tied a rope to a wooden pole and threw it down the cliff.
“You stupid bastard! I can’t reach it!”
The rope barely reached Jonathan.
“You have to throw it yourself, you idiot!”
The distance it would have reached if it had been thrown down directly from the cliff’s edge but it was too dangerous.
To hold Jonathan’s flailing body over the edge of a crumbling cliff?
Ethan, a quick thinker, knew that his poor swordsmanship would not hold his weight and they would fall together.
Moreover, he had no intention of risking his life for him.
“Bastard! Throw the rope quickly!”
“Master.”
Ethan, who was struggling to save him, looked down at Jonathan quietly again.
Even in a desperate moment, he continued to swear at Ethan until the end.
“I picked up a beggar and raised him in my family, but he only has a bad head. He is useless!”
“…”
At Jonathan’s swear words, Ethan stood up and turned his back on him.
“Hey! Ethan! Don’t go! Do you want to die?! hurry up! Do you think my father would leave me alone?”
“I’ll call someone.”
Ethan turned away from him, savoring the strange feeling that welled up deep within him.
What should he say? this feeling. This joy can be felt even when people are in pain.
Was this how Jonathan felt when he put a piece of glass in the bread and hurt Ethan’s mouth? So then, did he laugh out loud and click his tongue?
Ethan seemed to be able to understand Jonathan’s feelings for the first time.
“Damn it, hurry up! That’s better than giving my life to someone like you!”
And he ran to call the people.
He probably ran away.
For some reason, his steps were heavy and moving slowly, so it was slower than usual, but he called other nobles nearby.
There were people pretty close, and when he returned to where Jonathan was, he was still alive.
Unfortunately.
And finally, three or four men grabbed the rope and hurriedly lowered the rope to Jonathan.
“Ha, damn it! I have no strength in my arms…”
Sweaty, Jonathan grabbed the tree and stretched out an arm that was barely holding on to the rope.
However, a brief sense of relief called for vigilance.
“Ahhh!”
Jonathan lost his strength and lost his hand holding the rope.
People were startled by the shriek that echoed on the cliff and looked down.
Ethan also looked down the cliff with the people.
And he had seen the end of Jonathan.
He was supposed to be sad that a family member had died, but for some reason, the corners of Ethan’s mouth lifted.