Brigitte approached Eve, who was being held by Michael.
As she lowered her posture, the distance between them became close enough that she could feel Eve's colorful breath.
“Ah, Eve.”
The effort to put on a worried expression was virtual. However, Brigitte's facial muscles were so happy with the current situation.
She couldn't hold back her smile. The more she tried, the more her expression became distorted bizarrely.
Brigitte whispered into the unconscious Eve's ear.
“Isn’t it because Heaven knows what the cause is that it does this? After all, a person should not look down on a position that does not fit his station.”
It was Brigitte who gave meaning to the current situation as if it were a thousand lives.
Michael takes Brigitte's place in place of the unconscious Eve.
He looked at her, but she was so focused on Eve that he couldn't see her.
“Looking at you like this, your sleeping face is so calm and cute. If you were like this normally, I would have taken good care of you.”
Brigitte tried to gently reach out and stroke Eve's cheek.
It was when they did. Just before their fingertips touched, Michael hugged Eve tightly and stepped back.
Brigitte's hand brushed the air awkwardly.
“What are you doing?”
“Come closer.”
“Ha, are you challenging me now?”
The standoff continued. Brigitte was secretly surprised.
'No matter how much the protection of the engraving is the top priority, how can you not listen to my orders when Eve cannot give orders?'
Brigitte slowly sat up. The cool walls looked down at Michael.
“Get out of the way, Micaelis Agnito.”
“How dare you! Do you disobey the royal family’s orders?”
It was a voice as angry as fire. But in reality, it was just a pretense.
Moreover, Michael is giving her an excuse to disobey orders. What a great excuse that is.
Of course, the fact that Eve's condition was critical was not even considered.
For Brigitte, it was more important to use the opportunity she had finally seized effectively.
“I have just sentenced Sylvestian Millard to death, but you will not stand idly by. For Homunculus to refuse to obey the imperial family is in itself a high crime, a high treason. Hello! Bring forth Michaelis Agnito!”
The problem was that Michael was the King of the homunculus.
Unlike the time of Rosenite, the members of the Blood Knights were unable to move rashly.
“What are you just staring at? Are you deaf?”
“Get Michaelis Agnito out!”
At this point, Brigitte was visibly flustered.
'Surely this one homunculus can overpower all the rest?'
Michael's purple eyes, which she had just met, had a creepy glow.
Brigitte flinched.
It was then that a deep, deep sound filled the air inside the barracks.
“I will accept any punishment I want after Her Highness the Seventh Princess opens her eyes.”
“Ha! How cheeky. Do you think you can decide that.."
'What on earth is this murder?'
His eerie aura spread out in all directions and took her breath away.
It was as if she had mistakenly stepped into the territory of a mighty monster. Brigitte's heels instinctively pushed back.
'No way.'
Fear made Brigitte remember an important fact. Finally, the precarious state of the imprint on her head could also have a negative impact on the homunculus's mind.
She remembered that it was like that.
'If the monster in the sky prison goes wild..."
A cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck as soon as she imagined the possibility. It wasn't something she was looking forward to.
Then Peony returned to the barracks, carrying a large number of potion bottles in her arms.
“Hey, I brought you some medicine!”
Peony didn't even realize Brigitte was next to her. She walked straight towards Eve and Michael.
“Starting with the antidote.”
Michael carefully placed the vial of medicine Peony had picked out on Eve's lips.
He gave her some medicine. However, she was unconscious and could not swallow it on her own.
Michael didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately took the medicine.
He put it in his mouth and kissed her. The sour liquid flowed down his tongue and into Eve's throat.
In the same way, he gave Ev all kinds of medicines, including antipyretics and healing potions.
But it was all meaningless. Eve's body was still hot and her breath continued to fade away.
He wonders if it's too late.
Michael gritted his teeth and spoke pleadingly.
“Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes, Eve, please!”
The expressionless expression suddenly crumbled. Michael was on the verge of going crazy.
“Your Highness, please wake up. Your Highness... Sob..."
Peony's face was also a mess. Her palms, the back of her hands, and her eyes were covered in tears.
No matter how much she wiped it off, it was no use. In the meantime, Peony stood up firmly from her seat.
“Ugh, I’ll call a doctor.”
It was a hopeless existence in a backward and isolated village.
But she couldn't help but make no effort.
It was then that Michael, who had been looking as if he was about to suffocate, suddenly raised his head.
“Sir Agneto?”
Something seemed to flash through his mind. Michael jumped up, still holding Eve in his arms.
“Where are you going without my permission?
He passed the barracks as if Brigitte was not even there.
“Hey, hey! Crazy!”
'The World Tree!'
He happened to overlook it because she was drinking the World Tree tea.
Isn't the World Tree a symbol of healing and purification?
The tea leaves may have been swapped with poisonous plants, but he found the World Tree himself.
If you do that, then that risk is eliminated. The dragon's turbid energy will be purified, and the human's toxicity will be resolved in no time.
'Eve, please just a little bit!'
After running until the muscles in his legs were torn, Michael finally reached his destination.
Yggdrasil, with its white branches stretching into the night sky, and a lake-like mirror reflecting moonlight spread out before my eyes.
“Michael..."
As she lowered her posture, the distance between them became close enough that she could feel Eve's colorful breath.
“Ah, Eve.”
The effort to put on a worried expression was virtual. However, Brigitte's facial muscles were so happy with the current situation.
She couldn't hold back her smile. The more she tried, the more her expression became distorted bizarrely.
Brigitte whispered into the unconscious Eve's ear.
“Isn’t it because Heaven knows what the cause is that it does this? After all, a person should not look down on a position that does not fit his station.”
It was Brigitte who gave meaning to the current situation as if it were a thousand lives.
Michael takes Brigitte's place in place of the unconscious Eve.
He looked at her, but she was so focused on Eve that he couldn't see her.
“Looking at you like this, your sleeping face is so calm and cute. If you were like this normally, I would have taken good care of you.”
Brigitte tried to gently reach out and stroke Eve's cheek.
It was when they did. Just before their fingertips touched, Michael hugged Eve tightly and stepped back.
Brigitte's hand brushed the air awkwardly.
“What are you doing?”
Michael didn't flinch at the imperial command.
Eve had been caught completely off guard. Any touch from Brigitte, no matter how slight, was considered a threat by Michael.
“Ha, are you challenging me now?”
The standoff continued. Brigitte was secretly surprised.
'No matter how much the protection of the engraving is the top priority, how can you not listen to my orders when Eve cannot give orders?'
It was not the reaction one would expect from a loyalty-brainwashed homunculus. It was the same with Sylvestian earlier when he had watched helplessly as a dazed Rosenite was dragged away because he hadn't given her any orders.
Brigitte quickly ground down her internal agitation. Things weren't exactly bad for her, though somewhat disconcerting. No, it was good.
“Get out of the way, Micaelis Agnito.”
“How dare you! Do you disobey the royal family’s orders?”
It was a voice as angry as fire. But in reality, it was just a pretense.
Now that Eve was unconscious, it was my favorable opportunity to set an example for her formerly obnoxious direct knight.
Of course, the fact that Eve's condition was critical was not even considered.
For Brigitte, it was more important to use the opportunity she had finally seized effectively.
“I have just sentenced Sylvestian Millard to death, but you will not stand idly by. For Homunculus to refuse to obey the imperial family is in itself a high crime, a high treason. Hello! Bring forth Michaelis Agnito!”
The problem was that Michael was the King of the homunculus.
Unlike the time of Rosenite, the members of the Blood Knights were unable to move rashly.
“What are you just staring at? Are you deaf?”
“Get Michaelis Agnito out!”
She tried to shout but to no avail. The knights of Homunculus were obviously cowering under Michael's watchful eye.
'Surely this one homunculus can overpower all the rest?'
Michael's purple eyes, which she had just met, had a creepy glow.
Brigitte flinched.
It was then that a deep, deep sound filled the air inside the barracks.
“I will accept any punishment I want after Her Highness the Seventh Princess opens her eyes.”
“Ha! How cheeky. Do you think you can decide that.."
Another attempt to grab the pod and scold it was unsuccessful. It was only then that Brigitte realized that the aura emanating from Michael was unnatural.
His eerie aura spread out in all directions and took her breath away.
It was as if she had mistakenly stepped into the territory of a mighty monster. Brigitte's heels instinctively pushed back.
'No way.'
Fear made Brigitte remember an important fact. Finally, the precarious state of the imprint on her head could also have a negative impact on the homunculus's mind.
She remembered that it was like that.
'If the monster in the sky prison goes wild..."
A cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck as soon as she imagined the possibility. It wasn't something she was looking forward to.
Then Peony returned to the barracks, carrying a large number of potion bottles in her arms.
“Hey, I brought you some medicine!”
Peony didn't even realize Brigitte was next to her. She walked straight towards Eve and Michael.
“Starting with the antidote.”
Michael carefully placed the vial of medicine Peony had picked out on Eve's lips.
He gave her some medicine. However, she was unconscious and could not swallow it on her own.
Michael didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately took the medicine.
He put it in his mouth and kissed her. The sour liquid flowed down his tongue and into Eve's throat.
In the same way, he gave Ev all kinds of medicines, including antipyretics and healing potions.
But it was all meaningless. Eve's body was still hot and her breath continued to fade away.
He wonders if it's too late.
Michael gritted his teeth and spoke pleadingly.
“Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes, Eve, please!”
The expressionless expression suddenly crumbled. Michael was on the verge of going crazy.
“Your Highness, please wake up. Your Highness... Sob..."
Peony's face was also a mess. Her palms, the back of her hands, and her eyes were covered in tears.
No matter how much she wiped it off, it was no use. In the meantime, Peony stood up firmly from her seat.
“Ugh, I’ll call a doctor.”
It was a hopeless existence in a backward and isolated village.
But she couldn't help but make no effort.
It was then that Michael, who had been looking as if he was about to suffocate, suddenly raised his head.
“Sir Agneto?”
Something seemed to flash through his mind. Michael jumped up, still holding Eve in his arms.
“Where are you going without my permission?
He passed the barracks as if Brigitte was not even there.
“Hey, hey! Crazy!”
With Brigitte's shout grabbing his back, Michael pounded the ground, his mind filled with his only hope.
He happened to overlook it because she was drinking the World Tree tea.
Isn't the World Tree a symbol of healing and purification?
The tea leaves may have been swapped with poisonous plants, but he found the World Tree himself.
If you do that, then that risk is eliminated. The dragon's turbid energy will be purified, and the human's toxicity will be resolved in no time.
'Eve, please just a little bit!'
After running until the muscles in his legs were torn, Michael finally reached his destination.
Yggdrasil, with its white branches stretching into the night sky, and a lake-like mirror reflecting moonlight spread out before my eyes.
Swing.
Michael released the night ray and threw it down on the ground. And he swam into the lake holding Eve in his arms.
Splash splash.
It was autumn. His body was not receiving the protection of the warming magic stone.
The cold lake water cut into him. It was a violent fever.
Michael said her name through his parched lips.
“Please... Please, Eve..."
Michael's frozen cheek rubbed against Eve's hot forehead.
“Please open your eyes... Open your eyes and look at me..."
It was when the wet voice created ripples in the calm lake.
'It's cold, it's cold...'
As the fever cooled, Eve's consciousness began to return little by little. The tips of Eve's eyelashes trembled slightly.
But Michael, whose vision was blurred, could not see it.
“You are my everything. I have no one else but you. Please, please open your eyes.”
'Ah... Michael'
As soon as she came to, Eve was in pain. The sound was digging into her ears.
The voice was so pitiful that she felt like she had to comfort him quickly. But the weight of her eyelids was difficult to bear.
“Please, no matter what the cost... Get up. You have to get up. If you die, I..."
Thud. Thump.
A drop of water fell on Eve's face. Michael looked straight ahead.
He raised his head straight up towards the sky. His purple eyes seemed to have absorbed the moonlight, and he spoke with a strange tone.
At that time, he said.
“I’m going to make you regress again.”
'...I'
One word froze in Eveheated mind like ice.
“It’s okay. As long as you survive, you will remember everything. I will love you the third time, just as I loved you the first time, and the second time.”
“No matter how many times... I will love you anyway..."
“Regression... will do. You... you just have to start over... Then it will be done..."
The words that he was giving up on this timeline came out like spitting blood.
The desperate confessions and promises did not last any longer.
Suppressed sobs swallowed up the language. The air in the lake was so wet right now.
It was then. Finally, after a long struggle, Eve was able to move her body.
Michael released the night ray and threw it down on the ground. And he swam into the lake holding Eve in his arms.
Splash splash.
It was autumn. His body was not receiving the protection of the warming magic stone.
The cold lake water cut into him. It was a violent fever.
Michael said her name through his parched lips.
“Please... Please, Eve..."
He hoped that the lake, purified by Yggdrasil, would work miracles. He even prayed to the gods in a godless world.
“Please open your eyes... Open your eyes and look at me..."
It was when the wet voice created ripples in the calm lake.
'It's cold, it's cold...'
As the fever cooled, Eve's consciousness began to return little by little. The tips of Eve's eyelashes trembled slightly.
But Michael, whose vision was blurred, could not see it.
“You are my everything. I have no one else but you. Please, please open your eyes.”
'Ah... Michael'
As soon as she came to, Eve was in pain. The sound was digging into her ears.
The voice was so pitiful that she felt like she had to comfort him quickly. But the weight of her eyelids was difficult to bear.
“Please, no matter what the cost... Get up. You have to get up. If you die, I..."
Thud. Thump.
A drop of water fell on Eve's face. Michael looked straight ahead.
He raised his head straight up towards the sky. His purple eyes seemed to have absorbed the moonlight, and he spoke with a strange tone.
At that time, he said.
“I’m going to make you regress again.”
'...I'
One word froze in Eveheated mind like ice.
“It’s okay. As long as you survive, you will remember everything. I will love you the third time, just as I loved you the first time, and the second time.”
“No matter how many times... I will love you anyway..."
“Regression... will do. You... you just have to start over... Then it will be done..."
The words that he was giving up on this timeline came out like spitting blood.
The desperate confessions and promises did not last any longer.
Suppressed sobs swallowed up the language. The air in the lake was so wet right now.
It was then. Finally, after a long struggle, Eve was able to move her body.
“Michael..."
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