But there was one person, at this moment, who couldn't accept Chloe. It was Andrew.
'I heard the Princess has been sick lately, so I guess that's why our lord prepared a memorial service.'
He wondered how the ritual could be conducted without a holy relic and whether the ritual would be effective.
But the sacrifice offered itself up on the altar and gave its life.
Andrew heard the story from people late and came here.
His gaze was fixed on the bloody bowl that Callius was holding.
As soon as Andrew heard that the ceremony was being held, he ran home frantically and carried Hillen on his back.
“Brother...”
"Is it hard, Hillen? Just hang in there a little longer. Just hang in there a little longer."
“Yeah.”
Hillen simply nodded as she was told, not knowing what Andrew was trying to do.
Andrew pushed his way through the crowd, carrying his sister, who was weakly carried on his back, and stood at the foot of the altar.
Amidst the cheering and clapping crowd, Andrew called out to Callius.
“My lord!”
Only after calling out several times did Callius's gaze finally turn to Andrew.
“What’s going on?”
"I have a request! Please use that blood to heal my little sister, Hillen! She's in so much pain! Please...!"
The cheers of the people who had been cheering at his earnest voice gradually died down.
Callius motioned to Andrew to have the siblings come up onto the altar.
“I’ll check Hillen’s condition.”
Callius reached out to Hillen.
Andrew put Hillen down. As Hillen staggered to her feet, he quickly placed Hillen's hand on top of Callius's.
Callius lightly cut the back of Hillen's hand, drawing blood.
Just as he had discovered Chloe's curse in the past, he delicately read the life force contained in Hillen's blood.
But soon Callius' expression became puzzled.
'...?'
It was clear to Chloe that her life force was being drained along with the curse, but no problems were found with Hillen.
Callius remembered Ilya's teachings.
"They say that even the healthiest person, if their mind is sick, becomes like someone with a sick body. But even divine power cannot heal a disease of the mind."
"The most important thing is for the patient to have the will to eradicate the disease. They also need help from those around them. It's not an easy task, either for themselves or those around them."
Callius knew that Andrew's mother had also died from a similar illness to Hillen's.
Even then, Ilya could not cure her.
Callius felt sorry for Hillen and Andrew, but he had no choice but to repeat the prescription Ilya had given.
"Hillen isn't physically ill, Andrew. It's not something I can cure."
“That, that can’t be! My lord! Please...”
Andrew shook his head as if he didn't understand and clung to Callius's feet.
"Just as you did for the Princess, please let Hillen drink the blood of the sacrifice! Please! If it's that sacrifice, Hillen's illness will surely be cured! Wasn't it a spirit? Yes?"
Callius looked down at Andrew with pity.
“It would have been impossible even if there had been a holy relic, not a spirit, Andrew.”
“That can’t be! That can’t be...”
Callius leaned down, patted Andrew on the shoulder, and whispered.
“Hillen’s disease is the disease you need, not anything else.”
"Yes..?"
Callius emphasized.
"I'll give you a vacation, so take care of Hillen. She needs you, Andrew, not medicine or divine powers."
Andrew looked up at Callius as if he was not convinced.
“My lord! But...! My lord!”
He held on tenaciously, not letting go of Callius' leg as he turned around and comforted himself.
Hawick, unable to stand watching, approached and tried to drag Andrew out.
“Andrew, stop it.”
“Captain, please... please, my lord!”
“Didn’t you hear what your lord said? Don’t do this on the sacred altar, Andrew.”
"Captain!"
“If you keep doing this, I’ll have to drag you out.”
Finally, Hillen stepped forward.
“Brother, stop it. Don’t do this, yes?”
Only after Hillen clung to him with a faint voice did Andrew finally let go of Callius's hand and climb down from the platform.
The ceremony ended, and the people, though they felt sorry for Andrew, soon forgot about him and formed a long procession to the castle, praising Chloe, who had become the mistress of Ronheim.
Andrew was not included in that long line.
He carried Hillen on his back and chose a road with no people to return home.
Chloe watched Andrew's back until the very end.
I watched Andrew's back as he carried Hillen on his back and walked back to the village alone.
'The expression...'
I saw the look on Andrew's face when he turned around. I guess I was the only one who saw it.
'It wasn't very good.'
Andrew's face showed neither disappointment nor despair.
Rather, I felt a sense of betrayal and anger towards Callius.
I clearly saw him glaring at Callius as if he was going to kill him at the last moment.
'Am I the only one who saw this?'
I looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to Andrew.
But everyone gathered here had their eyes on me.
I had no choice but to let Andrew and Hillen go as they walked away.
'There are too many people right now.'
A procession of people followed us.
'Besides, you can't be sure that Sir Andrew harbors ill intentions toward Callius just from his expression.'
As we returned to the castle, welcomed by the people, Callius asked.
“What are you thinking about so intently? You haven’t said a word the whole way here.”
Only then did I confess my true feelings to Callius.
“I’m worried about Sir Andrew. Do you think it was okay to send him away like that?”
"It'll be okay. I have close colleagues, so they'll all take care of themselves."
“Is that so...”
Callius said that, so I felt a bit awkward stepping forward.
"Should I say that I was concerned about his expression? It was as if Callius had taken away something he desperately wanted..."
I quickly shook my head.
"No. It's like I'm just trying to slander him. It'll just cause discord. Let's not do that."
But then, as if seeing a vision, Lhasa's words and actions unfolded clearly before my eyes.
“Don’t forget the clues I show you.”
Lhasa did not give Andrew bread, but rather scolded him.
“I have no bread to give you.”
“Do not covet the bread that is not yours.”
The image of Lhasa came to me like a welcome. It was like a dream.
A lot of thoughts were running wildly through my head.
Andrew's expression looked like something had been taken away.
Bread that is not his share.
'This sacrifice wasn't originally intended for Hillen. Sir Andrew didn't take anything.'
Is this what it means to covet what belongs to another?
But she said that the clue was definitely related to my death.
“Don’t let death consume you.”
“I can't tell you everything, but I can give you a clue.”
Lhasa's actions were the actions that started like that.
'Wasn't what Lhasa said only referring to the curse of Kavala?'
After thinking about it carefully, I replaced the word 'death' that Lhasa mentioned with the name of 'Kavala'.
If we interpret this as 'You must not let Kavala consume you,' then...?
Andrew.
His sister, Hillen.
And Tirena, the maid of Kavala, whom I saw in my past life.
The shadow of death cast by Kavala.
Puzzle pieces were spinning in my head.
The moment they find their place and try to fit together.
My thoughts were scattered as Callius placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Chloe?”
"Ah."
I was lost in thought when I suddenly looked at Callius in surprise.
“What are you thinking? How many times have I called you?”
“I’m sorry. What did you say to me?”
“I asked how you were feeling.”
“Ah! That’s right!”
Only then did I remember that Callius had prepared the sacrifice because of the curse.
“Come to think of it, my body feels really light!”
I was so out of it all the way to the castle, listening to the cheers of the people, that I only now realized that I returned smiling and without even stumbling once.
I was so happy to be accepted into Ronheim that I didn't have time to think about my physical condition.
I was seen jumping around in front of Callius.
"You can even jump? That's amazing. How is that even possible?"
I was so excited that I didn't even think about how I looked, and I flapped my wings and ran around the first-floor hall.
Normally, I would never have done something like that, but standing there with so many people cheering, I got excited without realizing it, and my mood was high.
“I feel like I’m flying! Didn’t I just float a little bit?”
How long has it been since I felt like kicking the ground like this?
I felt like I was actually flying about a foot above the ground.
“I think I’m all better!”
I was thrilled by the joy of being able to get out of my stuffy bed and the clarity of mind I hadn't felt in a long time.
Well, what wouldn't make you happy and moved right now?
I can still hear the shouts of “Long live the Marchioness!” ringing in my ears.
It was a dreamlike day in many ways.
As I was running around laughing and laughing, Callius suddenly caught me in the middle of it.
Even though I felt like I was bursting with strength, I was helplessly stopped by Callius's hand.
Callius' face was as calm as if he had caught a flying piece of paper.
“Then I will really fly away.”
“Hey, that’s not possible.”
Callius spoke firmly with a calm face.
“From now on, please flap your wings only in front of me. I get anxious that my wife might fly away somewhere.”
Huh...?
My wife... is... feeling uneasy...
I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I looked down at the floor and muttered to myself.
'What, what are you talking about?'
But then, unexpectedly, a voice from another person was heard behind Callius.
“Then I will run over there and catch you!”
It was the red-haired knight Alex.
'Come to think of it, there were other people too!'
I realized too late that the knights and servants were watching us.
Why? Why did I think it was just Callius and me!
'What, what did I just do...!'
Oh, I feel dizzy.
Unaware of my speed, Callius spoke calmly with Alex.
“If my wife is held in your arms, you will be in trouble.”
“Huh? Me? I’m fine...”
“Because I’ll be so tempted to beat you up.”
"Ah...!"
...What on earth is this conversation?
'I heard the Princess has been sick lately, so I guess that's why our lord prepared a memorial service.'
He wondered how the ritual could be conducted without a holy relic and whether the ritual would be effective.
But the sacrifice offered itself up on the altar and gave its life.
Andrew heard the story from people late and came here.
His gaze was fixed on the bloody bowl that Callius was holding.
As soon as Andrew heard that the ceremony was being held, he ran home frantically and carried Hillen on his back.
“Brother...”
"Is it hard, Hillen? Just hang in there a little longer. Just hang in there a little longer."
“Yeah.”
Hillen simply nodded as she was told, not knowing what Andrew was trying to do.
Andrew pushed his way through the crowd, carrying his sister, who was weakly carried on his back, and stood at the foot of the altar.
Amidst the cheering and clapping crowd, Andrew called out to Callius.
“My lord!”
Only after calling out several times did Callius's gaze finally turn to Andrew.
“What’s going on?”
"I have a request! Please use that blood to heal my little sister, Hillen! She's in so much pain! Please...!"
The cheers of the people who had been cheering at his earnest voice gradually died down.
Callius motioned to Andrew to have the siblings come up onto the altar.
“I’ll check Hillen’s condition.”
Callius reached out to Hillen.
Andrew put Hillen down. As Hillen staggered to her feet, he quickly placed Hillen's hand on top of Callius's.
Callius lightly cut the back of Hillen's hand, drawing blood.
Just as he had discovered Chloe's curse in the past, he delicately read the life force contained in Hillen's blood.
But soon Callius' expression became puzzled.
'...?'
It was clear to Chloe that her life force was being drained along with the curse, but no problems were found with Hillen.
Callius remembered Ilya's teachings.
"They say that even the healthiest person, if their mind is sick, becomes like someone with a sick body. But even divine power cannot heal a disease of the mind."
"The most important thing is for the patient to have the will to eradicate the disease. They also need help from those around them. It's not an easy task, either for themselves or those around them."
Callius knew that Andrew's mother had also died from a similar illness to Hillen's.
Even then, Ilya could not cure her.
Callius felt sorry for Hillen and Andrew, but he had no choice but to repeat the prescription Ilya had given.
"Hillen isn't physically ill, Andrew. It's not something I can cure."
“That, that can’t be! My lord! Please...”
Andrew shook his head as if he didn't understand and clung to Callius's feet.
"Just as you did for the Princess, please let Hillen drink the blood of the sacrifice! Please! If it's that sacrifice, Hillen's illness will surely be cured! Wasn't it a spirit? Yes?"
Callius looked down at Andrew with pity.
“It would have been impossible even if there had been a holy relic, not a spirit, Andrew.”
“That can’t be! That can’t be...”
Callius leaned down, patted Andrew on the shoulder, and whispered.
“Hillen’s disease is the disease you need, not anything else.”
"Yes..?"
Callius emphasized.
"I'll give you a vacation, so take care of Hillen. She needs you, Andrew, not medicine or divine powers."
Andrew looked up at Callius as if he was not convinced.
“My lord! But...! My lord!”
He held on tenaciously, not letting go of Callius' leg as he turned around and comforted himself.
Hawick, unable to stand watching, approached and tried to drag Andrew out.
“Andrew, stop it.”
“Captain, please... please, my lord!”
“Didn’t you hear what your lord said? Don’t do this on the sacred altar, Andrew.”
"Captain!"
“If you keep doing this, I’ll have to drag you out.”
Finally, Hillen stepped forward.
“Brother, stop it. Don’t do this, yes?”
Only after Hillen clung to him with a faint voice did Andrew finally let go of Callius's hand and climb down from the platform.
The ceremony ended, and the people, though they felt sorry for Andrew, soon forgot about him and formed a long procession to the castle, praising Chloe, who had become the mistress of Ronheim.
Andrew was not included in that long line.
He carried Hillen on his back and chose a road with no people to return home.
Chloe watched Andrew's back until the very end.
***
I watched Andrew's back as he carried Hillen on his back and walked back to the village alone.
'The expression...'
I saw the look on Andrew's face when he turned around. I guess I was the only one who saw it.
'It wasn't very good.'
Andrew's face showed neither disappointment nor despair.
Rather, I felt a sense of betrayal and anger towards Callius.
I clearly saw him glaring at Callius as if he was going to kill him at the last moment.
'Am I the only one who saw this?'
I looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to Andrew.
But everyone gathered here had their eyes on me.
I had no choice but to let Andrew and Hillen go as they walked away.
'There are too many people right now.'
A procession of people followed us.
'Besides, you can't be sure that Sir Andrew harbors ill intentions toward Callius just from his expression.'
As we returned to the castle, welcomed by the people, Callius asked.
“What are you thinking about so intently? You haven’t said a word the whole way here.”
Only then did I confess my true feelings to Callius.
“I’m worried about Sir Andrew. Do you think it was okay to send him away like that?”
"It'll be okay. I have close colleagues, so they'll all take care of themselves."
“Is that so...”
Callius said that, so I felt a bit awkward stepping forward.
"Should I say that I was concerned about his expression? It was as if Callius had taken away something he desperately wanted..."
I quickly shook my head.
"No. It's like I'm just trying to slander him. It'll just cause discord. Let's not do that."
But then, as if seeing a vision, Lhasa's words and actions unfolded clearly before my eyes.
“Don’t forget the clues I show you.”
Lhasa did not give Andrew bread, but rather scolded him.
“I have no bread to give you.”
“Do not covet the bread that is not yours.”
The image of Lhasa came to me like a welcome. It was like a dream.
A lot of thoughts were running wildly through my head.
Andrew's expression looked like something had been taken away.
Bread that is not his share.
'This sacrifice wasn't originally intended for Hillen. Sir Andrew didn't take anything.'
Is this what it means to covet what belongs to another?
But she said that the clue was definitely related to my death.
“Don’t let death consume you.”
“I can't tell you everything, but I can give you a clue.”
Lhasa's actions were the actions that started like that.
'Wasn't what Lhasa said only referring to the curse of Kavala?'
After thinking about it carefully, I replaced the word 'death' that Lhasa mentioned with the name of 'Kavala'.
If we interpret this as 'You must not let Kavala consume you,' then...?
Andrew.
His sister, Hillen.
And Tirena, the maid of Kavala, whom I saw in my past life.
The shadow of death cast by Kavala.
Puzzle pieces were spinning in my head.
The moment they find their place and try to fit together.
My thoughts were scattered as Callius placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Chloe?”
"Ah."
I was lost in thought when I suddenly looked at Callius in surprise.
“What are you thinking? How many times have I called you?”
“I’m sorry. What did you say to me?”
“I asked how you were feeling.”
“Ah! That’s right!”
Only then did I remember that Callius had prepared the sacrifice because of the curse.
“Come to think of it, my body feels really light!”
I was so out of it all the way to the castle, listening to the cheers of the people, that I only now realized that I returned smiling and without even stumbling once.
I was so happy to be accepted into Ronheim that I didn't have time to think about my physical condition.
I was seen jumping around in front of Callius.
"You can even jump? That's amazing. How is that even possible?"
I was so excited that I didn't even think about how I looked, and I flapped my wings and ran around the first-floor hall.
Normally, I would never have done something like that, but standing there with so many people cheering, I got excited without realizing it, and my mood was high.
“I feel like I’m flying! Didn’t I just float a little bit?”
How long has it been since I felt like kicking the ground like this?
I felt like I was actually flying about a foot above the ground.
“I think I’m all better!”
I was thrilled by the joy of being able to get out of my stuffy bed and the clarity of mind I hadn't felt in a long time.
Well, what wouldn't make you happy and moved right now?
I can still hear the shouts of “Long live the Marchioness!” ringing in my ears.
It was a dreamlike day in many ways.
As I was running around laughing and laughing, Callius suddenly caught me in the middle of it.
Even though I felt like I was bursting with strength, I was helplessly stopped by Callius's hand.
Callius' face was as calm as if he had caught a flying piece of paper.
“Then I will really fly away.”
“Hey, that’s not possible.”
Callius spoke firmly with a calm face.
“From now on, please flap your wings only in front of me. I get anxious that my wife might fly away somewhere.”
Huh...?
My wife... is... feeling uneasy...
I couldn't bring myself to say anything, so I looked down at the floor and muttered to myself.
'What, what are you talking about?'
But then, unexpectedly, a voice from another person was heard behind Callius.
“Then I will run over there and catch you!”
It was the red-haired knight Alex.
'Come to think of it, there were other people too!'
I realized too late that the knights and servants were watching us.
Why? Why did I think it was just Callius and me!
'What, what did I just do...!'
Oh, I feel dizzy.
Unaware of my speed, Callius spoke calmly with Alex.
“If my wife is held in your arms, you will be in trouble.”
“Huh? Me? I’m fine...”
“Because I’ll be so tempted to beat you up.”
"Ah...!"
...What on earth is this conversation?
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