“Don’t try to force yourself to talk. It’s no use. Your memories will fade away soon anyway.”
As he said that, Karl's eyes lit up.
“Weak and incompetent father. He could only use this on the Fenrir tribe.”
Karl's eyes glowed red like a demon's. Dolly could see his lips twitching, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
“Don’t worry. It’s not a great command. It’s just something that makes you forget this moment.”
Her mind was buzzing. Dolly couldn't quite understand what it was, but she had a vague intuition that she was caught up in something called 'command'.
“I’ll take the key? Maid whose name I don’t know.”
After saying that, Karl grabbed the key that Dolly had and started walking down the hallway.
With a determined attitude that seemed to have no interest in Dolly's life or death.
'Someone save me! Please!'
Even though Dolly screamed so desperately, not a single sound came out.
Of course, even if she had spoken out, it would have been useless. She had personally chosen this path after checking several times that no one was passing by.
There was no way anyone would save her. Realizing that fact, Dolly felt like crying.
'No. Hang in there. You can do it. You have to remember this moment.'
Karl clearly said, 'You can't remember now.' He also said, 'I don't touch my master's prey.'
So, this means that Dolly won't die like this.
If she just remembers this moment until the end, she won't go as that evil spirit wants.
Dolly kept replaying it as if remembering was her only hope.
'Remember. Remember this moment. Come on, Dolly. You can do it. You have to remember. You have to remember.'
How could she not remember such an intense and terrifying moment?
'I was caught in the crossfire, and my keys were taken away. That bastard Karl knocked me down. Again, I was caught in the crossfire, and my keys were taken away. That bastard Karl-'
But Dolly, who had been repeating the same words over and over again, felt a brief moment of confusion where everything seemed to be fading away. Her teeth clenched and she held on, but her eyes closed slightly.
And when she opened her eyes again, Dolly was standing there in the hallway, fine.
'What the...?...? I feel really dazed.'
...Did I take a short nap while standing?
“I can’t keep calling you maid, right? That’s why I was wondering what your name was.”
Karl, who was standing behind her, answered quietly. It was only after hearing that answer that the thought occurred to her.
Oh, right. I just heard the question, 'What's your name?' and I answered, 'Why are you asking that?'
The suffocating feeling that had just left her was nowhere to be found. When she looked back, a boy with a decadent face was standing there.
“What’s with that speech? Use formal language. Why don’t you just call me maid?”
'What? Why was I feeling uncomfortable with this slave until just now?'
Did Courtney's death make her feel a little weak? Why did she tremble so much overtaking a little boy out into the garden?
“Yes, I will, maid.”
But the moment she heard Karl's gentle voice, a strange thought suddenly crossed Dolly's mind. 'That kid has already taken the key.'
So she hurriedly fell around in her apron to find her keys.
But the key was still safely in her pocket.
'Why did that thought come to my mind?'
Dolly tilted her head and quickened her pace.
Because she had to hurry to make it to the appointed time with Rudolph.
Karl's footsteps following behind were as regular as the ticking of a clock.
As he said that, Karl's eyes lit up.
“Weak and incompetent father. He could only use this on the Fenrir tribe.”
Karl's eyes glowed red like a demon's. Dolly could see his lips twitching, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
“Don’t worry. It’s not a great command. It’s just something that makes you forget this moment.”
Her mind was buzzing. Dolly couldn't quite understand what it was, but she had a vague intuition that she was caught up in something called 'command'.
“I’ll take the key? Maid whose name I don’t know.”
After saying that, Karl grabbed the key that Dolly had and started walking down the hallway.
With a determined attitude that seemed to have no interest in Dolly's life or death.
'Someone save me! Please!'
Even though Dolly screamed so desperately, not a single sound came out.
Of course, even if she had spoken out, it would have been useless. She had personally chosen this path after checking several times that no one was passing by.
There was no way anyone would save her. Realizing that fact, Dolly felt like crying.
'No. Hang in there. You can do it. You have to remember this moment.'
Karl clearly said, 'You can't remember now.' He also said, 'I don't touch my master's prey.'
So, this means that Dolly won't die like this.
If she just remembers this moment until the end, she won't go as that evil spirit wants.
Dolly kept replaying it as if remembering was her only hope.
'Remember. Remember this moment. Come on, Dolly. You can do it. You have to remember. You have to remember.'
How could she not remember such an intense and terrifying moment?
'I was caught in the crossfire, and my keys were taken away. That bastard Karl knocked me down. Again, I was caught in the crossfire, and my keys were taken away. That bastard Karl-'
But Dolly, who had been repeating the same words over and over again, felt a brief moment of confusion where everything seemed to be fading away. Her teeth clenched and she held on, but her eyes closed slightly.
And when she opened her eyes again, Dolly was standing there in the hallway, fine.
'What the...?...? I feel really dazed.'
...Did I take a short nap while standing?
“I can’t keep calling you maid, right? That’s why I was wondering what your name was.”
Karl, who was standing behind her, answered quietly. It was only after hearing that answer that the thought occurred to her.
Oh, right. I just heard the question, 'What's your name?' and I answered, 'Why are you asking that?'
The suffocating feeling that had just left her was nowhere to be found. When she looked back, a boy with a decadent face was standing there.
“What’s with that speech? Use formal language. Why don’t you just call me maid?”
'What? Why was I feeling uncomfortable with this slave until just now?'
Did Courtney's death make her feel a little weak? Why did she tremble so much overtaking a little boy out into the garden?
“Yes, I will, maid.”
But the moment she heard Karl's gentle voice, a strange thought suddenly crossed Dolly's mind. 'That kid has already taken the key.'
So she hurriedly fell around in her apron to find her keys.
But the key was still safely in her pocket.
'Why did that thought come to my mind?'
Dolly tilted her head and quickened her pace.
Because she had to hurry to make it to the appointed time with Rudolph.
Karl's footsteps following behind were as regular as the ticking of a clock.
Everything was going according to Dolly and Rudolph's plan.
'Damn it. Why did a disaster strike right above someone?'
John and Sion were already far out at sea. They couldn't reach the disaster before they were sucked in.
'That guy might get hurt a little, but there's nothing we can do about it.'
John quickly created lightning bolts with both hands as he flew towards the disaster, and prepared to drop them on the new disaster.
But wouldn't it be better to be injured than to be sucked into a disaster and die? The size of the lightning strike was also controlled to a minimum, so there shouldn't be any permanent damage-
But the moment the woman's robe was removed and her face was revealed, his heart sank and he couldn't think of anything.
“Odette?”
'Why, why is Odette here?'
He was completely unaware of Odette's presence.
An overwhelming fear, one he had never felt before in his life, came over John.
The electricity that had been crackling in his hands disappeared without a trace.
'I can't hurt that kid.'
Damn it. Odette can't be hurt. Odette can't be hurt.
Rationally, John knows that it is better to be struck by his lightning than to be sucked into disaster.
It was fine-tuned, so there was no permanent damage. But such calculations were meaningless against Odette.
No matter what the cost, he can't gamble on that small, fragile body.
Before he knew it, one of Odette's arms was close to being swallowed by disaster.
The thought was short. John quickly visualized lightning and held it in his hand like a knife, in order to cut off his own arm.
Calamity loves the body of a Transcendent being as its prey. Why not just throw it something more appetizing?
Since his body will regenerate anyway, John would rather give up his body and make time to save Odette.
“Damn it, come out! Your Highness!”
At the moment of decision, Sion grabbed John's arm from behind with great force.
“Let go! Kleist!”
John tried to shake off Sion. Sion couldn't use his powers right now. All of his powers were being used to protect the capital.
In that case, it was clear that trying to catch Sion would only waste time.
But when John turned to shake him off, John couldn't help but pause.
Because Sion's eyes were shining golden. At the same time, countless golden threads that seemed to have come from across the sea were flowing into Sion's body.
'Oh my God. Sion, is that crazy?'
John talks about the crazy thing of taking away all the mind control abilities that are being used in the capital.
As if John's prediction was right, blood flowed from Sion's nose. Sion's golden eyes also rolled back for a moment.
As if doing something that goes beyond the limits.
The distance from here to the capital is a three-day boat ride. The burden will be enormous, as all the abilities used over long distances will be withdrawn in an instant.
The golden thread that had returned to Sion's body stretched out from his body again towards disaster.
Countless golden threads entangled themselves together to form a huge chain, which wrapped itself tightly around the pitch-black disaster.
“Stop.”
As Sion gave a command with his golden eyes flashing, the typhoon-like wind that had been sucking in the disaster suddenly stopped.
“Come to me.”
At Sion's command, the golden chains that had wrapped around the disaster tightened. The disaster slithered toward Sion like a well-trained snake.
“Open your mouth.”
Fortunately, Odette had not yet been swallowed but lay quietly on the tongue of disaster.
“Put the woman down.”
At those words, disaster spat out Odette.
John moved as if he was flying and picked her up carefully.
“Tear your own mouth and disappear.”
Then, Calamity opened his mouth wide and began to grow his tongue. It swelled endlessly until its surface eventually became transparent, looking like a giant balloon.
When it finally grew large enough to resemble the distant moon, the disaster tore apart with a loud crack and shattered into pieces.
The fragments turned to dust and disappeared.
John, who had accepted Odette, carefully stroked her face with his hands. Fortunately, there were no visible wounds.
His body, which had been so tense that his fingertips were trembling, began to feel relieved. But at the same time, a part of his heart became heavy.
‘...Damn. The capital will soon be in chaos.’
Except for rare cases, most disasters occurred in crowded places.
Countless disasters that were targeting the capital were suppressed by Sion's mind control, but Sion just now took the armor away in one breath.
Even if it is Sion, it cannot recreate the defense equipment in the capital from this distance.
A barrier that operates 24 hours a day, yet has absolutely no effect on the minds of other living beings within it. Building one was no easy feat.
It was a wall that Sion had worked hard to build over a year. But he took it down all at once to save Odette.
'It's not a wrong judgment.'
Protecting the Empire's only Purifier is a rational choice for Sion.
But John felt uncomfortable with that choice.
Did Sion really make that judgment based on calculations?
***
'Damn it. Why did a disaster strike right above someone?'
John and Sion were already far out at sea. They couldn't reach the disaster before they were sucked in.
'That guy might get hurt a little, but there's nothing we can do about it.'
John quickly created lightning bolts with both hands as he flew towards the disaster, and prepared to drop them on the new disaster.
But wouldn't it be better to be injured than to be sucked into a disaster and die? The size of the lightning strike was also controlled to a minimum, so there shouldn't be any permanent damage-
But the moment the woman's robe was removed and her face was revealed, his heart sank and he couldn't think of anything.
“Odette?”
'Why, why is Odette here?'
He was completely unaware of Odette's presence.
An overwhelming fear, one he had never felt before in his life, came over John.
The electricity that had been crackling in his hands disappeared without a trace.
'I can't hurt that kid.'
Damn it. Odette can't be hurt. Odette can't be hurt.
Rationally, John knows that it is better to be struck by his lightning than to be sucked into disaster.
It was fine-tuned, so there was no permanent damage. But such calculations were meaningless against Odette.
No matter what the cost, he can't gamble on that small, fragile body.
Before he knew it, one of Odette's arms was close to being swallowed by disaster.
The thought was short. John quickly visualized lightning and held it in his hand like a knife, in order to cut off his own arm.
Calamity loves the body of a Transcendent being as its prey. Why not just throw it something more appetizing?
Since his body will regenerate anyway, John would rather give up his body and make time to save Odette.
“Damn it, come out! Your Highness!”
At the moment of decision, Sion grabbed John's arm from behind with great force.
“Let go! Kleist!”
John tried to shake off Sion. Sion couldn't use his powers right now. All of his powers were being used to protect the capital.
In that case, it was clear that trying to catch Sion would only waste time.
But when John turned to shake him off, John couldn't help but pause.
Because Sion's eyes were shining golden. At the same time, countless golden threads that seemed to have come from across the sea were flowing into Sion's body.
'Oh my God. Sion, is that crazy?'
John talks about the crazy thing of taking away all the mind control abilities that are being used in the capital.
As if John's prediction was right, blood flowed from Sion's nose. Sion's golden eyes also rolled back for a moment.
As if doing something that goes beyond the limits.
The distance from here to the capital is a three-day boat ride. The burden will be enormous, as all the abilities used over long distances will be withdrawn in an instant.
The golden thread that had returned to Sion's body stretched out from his body again towards disaster.
Countless golden threads entangled themselves together to form a huge chain, which wrapped itself tightly around the pitch-black disaster.
“Stop.”
As Sion gave a command with his golden eyes flashing, the typhoon-like wind that had been sucking in the disaster suddenly stopped.
“Come to me.”
At Sion's command, the golden chains that had wrapped around the disaster tightened. The disaster slithered toward Sion like a well-trained snake.
“Open your mouth.”
Fortunately, Odette had not yet been swallowed but lay quietly on the tongue of disaster.
“Put the woman down.”
At those words, disaster spat out Odette.
John moved as if he was flying and picked her up carefully.
“Tear your own mouth and disappear.”
Then, Calamity opened his mouth wide and began to grow his tongue. It swelled endlessly until its surface eventually became transparent, looking like a giant balloon.
When it finally grew large enough to resemble the distant moon, the disaster tore apart with a loud crack and shattered into pieces.
The fragments turned to dust and disappeared.
John, who had accepted Odette, carefully stroked her face with his hands. Fortunately, there were no visible wounds.
His body, which had been so tense that his fingertips were trembling, began to feel relieved. But at the same time, a part of his heart became heavy.
‘...Damn. The capital will soon be in chaos.’
Except for rare cases, most disasters occurred in crowded places.
Countless disasters that were targeting the capital were suppressed by Sion's mind control, but Sion just now took the armor away in one breath.
Even if it is Sion, it cannot recreate the defense equipment in the capital from this distance.
A barrier that operates 24 hours a day, yet has absolutely no effect on the minds of other living beings within it. Building one was no easy feat.
It was a wall that Sion had worked hard to build over a year. But he took it down all at once to save Odette.
'It's not a wrong judgment.'
Protecting the Empire's only Purifier is a rational choice for Sion.
But John felt uncomfortable with that choice.
Did Sion really make that judgment based on calculations?
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