Unfortunately, Eve and Michael were not given much time to enjoy their emotions.
“Gyaaaah!”
"What?"
The next thing he saw was Sylvesterian. Michael's power to rally his people as King did not work for Homunculus, who was imprinted with the imperial family.
Therefore, Sylvestian was not mobilized for the midnight parade.
He stayed by Rosenite's side without any help. He was still recovering himself, but he was taking care of Rosenite out of loyalty.
“Your Highness the 8th Princess...!”
“Rosie..."
Rosenite was lying straight asleep in the fiery flames.
That sight looked like a burnt offering on the altar of the devil.
“Rosie, wake up. Rosie.”
There was no response. Rosenite could barely keep breathing shallowly and faintly as if she were sick.
I tried to get closer but was stopped by Michael.
“The turbid air here is unusually thick. You must not touch it.”
"...Yes."
Around that time, people who were drawn by the scream, like me, arrived late.
"Your Highness!"
“Your Highness!”
Anais woke up, Peony still recovering, and the village chief, Morien, supported by Helione, entered the room one after another.
Of course, there was bound to be at least one unwelcome character.
“What is it? Is this time that Rosie’s mana core is growing?”
Brigette, who had come with Elijah, crossed her arms and grumbled.
I ignored her and turned to look at Morien.
"Chief."
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The soft call was enough to recognize the role. Morien stood slightly away from the bed and examined Rosenite.
Even when Morien hit Rosenite's forehead painfully with a wooden staff, there was no reaction at all.
A deep shadow fell over the wrinkled old woman's face.
“I think Her Highness has been drawn too deeply into the dreams of the dragon. Her mind is so deeply connected to the demon dragon that she's become an outlet for it, and at this rate, she may be in danger of having her body taken over by it.”
I took a deep breath. I found myself more shaken than I had expected.
“Why Rosie? It was definitely effective after being treated consistently with the tea leaves of the World Tree..."
I suddenly had an idea and looked back at Brigitte.
My eyes naturally turned sharp as I began to suspect that it might be causing a side effect.
Unable to admit to herself like that, Brigitte deliberately laughed loudly and reacted even more shamelessly.
“Huh! Isn’t that because she's weak? Don’t blame me.”
“If you knew that the child was weak, you should not have gotten involved in the first place.”
“Since when have you been so playful? Now that I look back, I see that Rosie has been enjoying not only Father’s favor but also your favor.”
“Unlike anyone else, I know how to take care of my younger siblings.”
“Well, I think you should learn manners when dealing with your older sister.”
“If you want to be in my favor too, Sister.”
“You’re being really cheeky.”
Then, Morien, who had been observing, spoke up.
“With this level of turbulence, it seems like the dragon was originally targeting the 8th Princess and was trying to trick her.”
“What the landlord said... is that the dragon didn’t spread nightmares indiscriminately, but targeted specific targets?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
This was a more shocking story.
Isn't it said that Rosenite was chosen by the dragon?
“Why Ambroxa, of all people, Rosie? Why on earth?”
That was when.
“Ugh, ugh! Aaaah...!"
“Rosie!”
A groan of agony escaped Rosenite's lips. It seemed as if the torturous pain was slowly beginning to consume her.
"Your Highness!"
Then the swaying air around him began to climb up his body like a snake that had found fresh prey.
Perhaps that was the reason. As time passed, Sylvestian's face became just as sorrowful as Rosenite's.
“Step aside, Sir Millard.”
I order Sylvestian to be dropped from Rosenite.
I looked back at Morien. The conversation that had been interrupted for a moment resumed.
“Do you know how to save Rosie, Landlord?”
“There is no fundamental method as of now.”
"That... It was obviously inspired by the magical phenomenon she experienced as her mana core grew. A body in magical hibernation is as good as dead. There was no other state of suspended animation in this world as perfect as death.
“Surely, that would be the best way to prevent the situation from getting worse.”
Brigitte stepped forward, uncrossing her arms.
“Are you my sister?”
For some reason, Brigitte showed signs of raising her hand, but I did not find it pleasant.
Wasn't that hand that was trying to interfere also the hand that had cornered Derek?
Brigette chuckled as if she had read my gaze.
“Wouldn’t one accident be enough? I don’t want to experience the sorrow of losing two of my beloved younger siblings.”
"Ah."
Everything was just a show to show off her family's love to Desmond II in the future.
It was at this point that I thought that Brigette was not giving her any room to positively reconsider her image.
Brigitte didn't stop there as if she wasn't going to disappoint me.
“But, there is one issue that needs to be taken care of before that.”
The corners of Brigitte's mouth drew a cold line. Showing off her inhumanity.
It was the expression she made most of the time.
'Bridgette, what again... Ah!'
It was when I flinched that Brigette nodded to a corner of the room.
There was Sylvestian, panting with a pale face.
“Look at this. Isn’t it already affecting you because your master is having her body taken away?”
“I am sorry, Your Highness. I..."
When has Brigitte ever been this kind to homunculus?
Sylvestian's eyes trembled in confusion at the hypocritical affection.
Brigitte continued speaking.
“Well, it looks like she’s still conscious..."
Brigitte approached Sylvestian.
“Kneel down, Sylvestian Millard.”
A haughty voice came out as if it were looking down on everything in the world.
Sylvestian, who was barely able to stand with his back against the wall, bowed with difficulty.
Sling.
Brigitte took out the longsword from his waistband without permission and offered the hilt to Sylvestian.
“Commit suicide now.”
Not only Sylvestian but also the eyes of those watching were filled with astonishment.
“The imprinter must be conscious to break the imprint, but that is not possible now. To prevent the worst, I will allow you to die with honor.”
Sylvestian's eyes, directed toward the floor, shook dangerously.
The instability of the situation accelerated further. He desperately tried to maintain his composure.
As always, the homunculus was defenseless before the royal family's orders. The only options were resignation and submission.
'Yes... At least Her Highness the 7th Princess will be watching over me..."
He hoped to remain honorable in her eyes until the end. Sylvestian reached out with a trembling hand to take the sword.
That was when.
Bam!
There was a hand that took the hilt of the sword as if to block Sylvestian's hand.
“Anyway, you don’t know the moderate method, Sister.”
The incident in question occurred shortly after descending from the guard tower. Just as Michael had bitten off a legion of homunculi with a wave of his hand and was alone with me, screams came from the village.
"What?"
We looked back in surprise and saw something unusual.
A dark purple aura was flowing out from one of the second-floor windows of the mansion.
“It’s in the middle of the village?”
Michael identified the owner of the room.
“This is the room of the 8th Princess.”
For a moment, I had no time to think any further.
“I have to go!”
I held Michael's hand and ran ahead. I was in a hurry to take the trouble of going up the stairs through the main gate.
I flew up to the second floor and broke the glass window.
“Ah, ahh...!”
The first thing that appeared was a Dandelion resident who was believed to have screamed.
It was the therapist who had been assigned to take care of Rosenite instead of Peony. She was very scared.
She was walking backward with her buttocks bent.
“Your Highness the 7th Princess...?”
A dark purple aura was flowing out from one of the second-floor windows of the mansion.
“It’s in the middle of the village?”
Michael identified the owner of the room.
“This is the room of the 8th Princess.”
For a moment, I had no time to think any further.
“I have to go!”
I held Michael's hand and ran ahead. I was in a hurry to take the trouble of going up the stairs through the main gate.
I flew up to the second floor and broke the glass window.
“Ah, ahh...!”
The first thing that appeared was a Dandelion resident who was believed to have screamed.
It was the therapist who had been assigned to take care of Rosenite instead of Peony. She was very scared.
She was walking backward with her buttocks bent.
“Your Highness the 7th Princess...?”
The next thing he saw was Sylvesterian. Michael's power to rally his people as King did not work for Homunculus, who was imprinted with the imperial family.
Therefore, Sylvestian was not mobilized for the midnight parade.
He stayed by Rosenite's side without any help. He was still recovering himself, but he was taking care of Rosenite out of loyalty.
“Your Highness the 8th Princess...!”
Sylvestian was in a panic. He needed to know what was going on. I crossed the cluttered room to the bed.
Rosenite was lying straight asleep in the fiery flames.
That sight looked like a burnt offering on the altar of the devil.
“Rosie, wake up. Rosie.”
There was no response. Rosenite could barely keep breathing shallowly and faintly as if she were sick.
I tried to get closer but was stopped by Michael.
“The turbid air here is unusually thick. You must not touch it.”
"...Yes."
Even I couldn't figure it out. My amber eyes flickered as I took in the image of Rosenite.
"Your Highness!"
“Your Highness!”
Anais woke up, Peony still recovering, and the village chief, Morien, supported by Helione, entered the room one after another.
Of course, there was bound to be at least one unwelcome character.
“What is it? Is this time that Rosie’s mana core is growing?”
Brigette, who had come with Elijah, crossed her arms and grumbled.
I ignored her and turned to look at Morien.
"Chief."
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The soft call was enough to recognize the role. Morien stood slightly away from the bed and examined Rosenite.
Even when Morien hit Rosenite's forehead painfully with a wooden staff, there was no reaction at all.
Morien watched as the turbulence concentrated in the direction of Rosenite's head, flicking out like a snake's tongue.
“I think Her Highness has been drawn too deeply into the dreams of the dragon. Her mind is so deeply connected to the demon dragon that she's become an outlet for it, and at this rate, she may be in danger of having her body taken over by it.”
I took a deep breath. I found myself more shaken than I had expected.
“Why Rosie? It was definitely effective after being treated consistently with the tea leaves of the World Tree..."
I suddenly had an idea and looked back at Brigitte.
In an attempt to trap me, she burned incense in Rosenite's room, each containing a poison, paralytic, or sleeping potion.
Brigitte winced, for it had been less than a night since she'd been chastised by the silver-fleshed Arachne.
“Huh! Isn’t that because she's weak? Don’t blame me.”
“If you knew that the child was weak, you should not have gotten involved in the first place.”
“Since when have you been so playful? Now that I look back, I see that Rosie has been enjoying not only Father’s favor but also your favor.”
“Unlike anyone else, I know how to take care of my younger siblings.”
“Well, I think you should learn manners when dealing with your older sister.”
“If you want to be in my favor too, Sister.”
“You’re being really cheeky.”
I remove myself from the argument by first turning my head away from Brigitte. Insecurity tends to push people in fruitless directions. I realized that I had been playing a nervous game with Brigitte, looking for a target to take out my anger on.
“With this level of turbulence, it seems like the dragon was originally targeting the 8th Princess and was trying to trick her.”
“What the landlord said... is that the dragon didn’t spread nightmares indiscriminately, but targeted specific targets?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
This was a more shocking story.
Isn't it said that Rosenite was chosen by the dragon?
“Why Ambroxa, of all people, Rosie? Why on earth?”
“I apologize, Empress. I also have my doubts, but now is not the time to dwell on that. We must take action before Ambroxa completely destroys the Eighth Princess's mind and robs her of her body.”
“Ugh, ugh! Aaaah...!"
“Rosie!”
A groan of agony escaped Rosenite's lips. It seemed as if the torturous pain was slowly beginning to consume her.
"Your Highness!"
Though it may have been a brainwashed loyalty, Sylvestian's noble chivalry would not allow him to leave Rosenite in pain. He immediately approached her bedside and knelt down.
Perhaps that was the reason. As time passed, Sylvestian's face became just as sorrowful as Rosenite's.
“Step aside, Sir Millard.”
I order Sylvestian to be dropped from Rosenite.
I looked back at Morien. The conversation that had been interrupted for a moment resumed.
“Do you know how to save Rosie, Landlord?”
“There is no fundamental method as of now.”
“I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend the spell until we find a solution, and our opponent is Ambroxa, the most cunning of all demons. Is there any way we can do this?”
“I dare say, Old man, we could freeze the heart of the 8th Empress and put her into a magical hibernation.”
Brigitte stepped forward, uncrossing her arms.
“Yes, we'll just have to hibernate or cryogenically freeze her, get her to the capital, and then figure out a way to get her back. We'll just have to pump a lot of mana into the mana core. Magic is my specialty, so I'll take care of Rosie.”
For some reason, Brigitte showed signs of raising her hand, but I did not find it pleasant.
Wasn't that hand that was trying to interfere also the hand that had cornered Derek?
Brigette chuckled as if she had read my gaze.
“Wouldn’t one accident be enough? I don’t want to experience the sorrow of losing two of my beloved younger siblings.”
"Ah."
Only after hearing those words did I understand. She was pretending to care about Rosenite, a way to make up for the loss of his reputation as a royalty that had been tarnished by the Derek affair.
It was at this point that I thought that Brigette was not giving her any room to positively reconsider her image.
Brigitte didn't stop there as if she wasn't going to disappoint me.
“But, there is one issue that needs to be taken care of before that.”
The corners of Brigitte's mouth drew a cold line. Showing off her inhumanity.
It was the expression she made most of the time.
'Bridgette, what again... Ah!'
It was when I flinched that Brigette nodded to a corner of the room.
There was Sylvestian, panting with a pale face.
“Look at this. Isn’t it already affecting you because your master is having her body taken away?”
“I am sorry, Your Highness. I..."
“Easy, you don't have to say it hard, Sir Millard. Rosie used a great deal of sacrifice to imprint you, and the stronger the imprint, the greater the shock of the imprinter's sudden death. It's a natural phenomenon.”
Sylvestian's eyes trembled in confusion at the hypocritical affection.
Brigitte continued speaking.
“Being taken by Ambroxa, or hibernating the Imprimatur, both result in the body being declared dead, so if I put Rosie into hibernation, it will have a significant effect on Lord Millard's mental state.”
Brigitte approached Sylvestian.
“Kneel down, Sylvestian Millard.”
A haughty voice came out as if it were looking down on everything in the world.
Sylvestian, who was barely able to stand with his back against the wall, bowed with difficulty.
Sling.
Brigitte took out the longsword from his waistband without permission and offered the hilt to Sylvestian.
“Commit suicide now.”
Not only Sylvestian but also the eyes of those watching were filled with astonishment.
Only I watched with a cold stare, knowing that Brigitte's steadfastness was unwavering.
Sylvestian's eyes, directed toward the floor, shook dangerously.
The instability of the situation accelerated further. He desperately tried to maintain his composure.
As always, the homunculus was defenseless before the royal family's orders. The only options were resignation and submission.
'Yes... At least Her Highness the 7th Princess will be watching over me..."
He hoped to remain honorable in her eyes until the end. Sylvestian reached out with a trembling hand to take the sword.
That was when.
Bam!
There was a hand that took the hilt of the sword as if to block Sylvestian's hand.
“Anyway, you don’t know the moderate method, Sister.”
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