TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 180

The inside of the cave was breathtakingly cold.

Even though it was a cave, it was barely able to block the snow and wind.

The cold air was still rising on the floor, and the air was uncomfortably damp.

Medea hurried to check on Cesare's condition.

His lips were dry, and his sculpted face was covered in scars.

Blood dried up on his back from the knife marks he had forcibly pulled out, and his whole body was covered with wounds.

Judging by the traces of corpses outside the cave and the long bloodstains along the floor, it seemed that he had dealt with the demons and crawled to this place before eventually losing consciousness.

"Cesare."

Medea shook him involuntarily.

"Come to your senses. Yes? I'm here."

It seems that the spear that stabbed him in the back was poisoned.

"The whole body... It's like a fireball."

Medea quickly took out the holy water and fed it to Cesare.

However, the effect was not great.

Her heart felt like it was falling.

Fearing that the nightmare would really become a reality for a moment, Medea froze.

"Come on, I need to let people know."

Medea took out the smoke bomb with trembling hands and lit it.

However, the faint flame was soon extinguished as if it were swallowed up by a damp shell.

When she rolled in the snow earlier, the smoke bomb got wet along with Medea.

Outside, a fierce snowstorm was hitting again.

What should I do? If you stay like this, Cesare will be in danger.

As time passed, her heart became more and more anxious.

Heeeh!

At that moment, I heard a familiar cry over the sound of the blade-like wind.

"Silva!"

There was a white white horse at the entrance of the cave.

"How did you get here? How did you find this place?"

As if understanding Medea's words. Silva stomped her feet and showed her friendliness, pointing to the golden stem with the bridge of her nose.

"Light... Is it more connected?"

Even after guiding Medea to this cave where the Cesare were located, the golden stems did not disappear.

It seems that the journey is not over yet.

"..."

Medea hesitated for a moment.

Cesare's condition was so urgent that he couldn't wait for rescue now.

'Yes, it's better to follow that light than to stay in this cold cave.'

Whatever the outcome, Medea was sure that the place where the golden stem guided her would not be bad, just as the goddess had brought her to Cesare.

After a while.

"Ugh..."

Medea whined and wrapped around the wound of the unconscious Cesare.

Silva quickly approached him and bent his knees to carry him.

It was not easy to transfer an unconscious man to a horse.

Perhaps that's why, perhaps because she touched the wound, a moan erupted from Cesare's mouth even as he lost consciousness.

"I'm sorry, Cesare. Just a little bit, be patient."

Brushing his brow in pain, Medea recalled.

"Silva, follow this light like before. Can you do it? Can you see it?"

Hehehe!

Like a famous horse, Silva did not have any difficulty carrying two people in the snow.

"Just a little longer, just a little longer."

As Cesare's breath faded, Medea became more and more anxious.

She continued to put her ear to Cesare's chest to check his heartbeat.

Medea wrapped her clothes tightly so that the snow and wind did not touch Cesare's face, and then spurred it.

"Silva, we need to go faster, faster."

Medea urged Silva without paying attention to the wind and snow that stung against her cheeks.

Knowing that the owner was worried, Silva, who was running smoothly through the snow-covered mountains, stopped at some point.

"Silva, you can't stop, you have to go..."

Medea looked up.

"Who's there?"

Someone was standing in front of her.

***

A sharp wind brushed against Cesare's cheek.

'Whether you stab me to death or burn me to death, the ultimate goal is certain.'

He suddenly thought that way even in a tense moment.

Instead of panicking, Cesare threw himself off the cliff with the warlock trying to run away from behind the bleeding mage.

The warlock's flame did not reach Chesare, but Cesare's aura did not.

"Uh, uh..."

The tip of the outstretched black aura narrowly brushed against the warlock's neck.

Holding the blood-gushing throat, the warlock opened his eyes wide.

The warlock and Cesare, who had fallen like that, engaged in a fierce battle.

Just before the ice awl touched their backs, the barrier activated by the warlock enveloped them again.

"Hahahaha! Cesare! Let's see if you can get out of this hell again! You have ruined our great cause, so I will take you with me. Be sure you can get out of this hell again!"

Even as he was dying, the warlock in the central seat did not stop cursing Cesare.

"You no longer have any magical power left. I have to pour out all the darkness of the beginning on you... Oh no... I pour it out."

Until he couldn't breathe, he breathed with eyes filled with such vicious hatred.

"... Does it mean that even if you die, the barrier will be maintained?"

Cesare raised his body with a frown.

The demonic beasts in the barrier were glaring at him, approaching step by step.

"Crumble..."

He fixed his sword and grabbed it.

His back became more and more stiff, complaining of pain.

It seemed that the dagger that the wizard had stabbed earlier was poisoned.

It was a bit uncomfortable, but there was nothing new about it.

This is the only time that male and female numbers have overlapped.

"Kyaaaaa

"Kaaak!"

One two...

At some point, Cesare did not count the number of demons who were cutting down.

They only aimed for the life of Cesare, the only target in the barrier.

The World Tree and Holy Water he had were running out little by little, and at some point, the wound was not healed.

After cutting them down one by one, everything became quiet. The blizzard began to blow violently.

Cesare led his tired body to find a place to escape the blizzard.

Even at that moment, he didn't think about death. No, he tried not to think about it.

"I will definitely survive."

He has to go back to Medea.

When he thought of the green eyes that were still bright even when he closed his eyes, Cesare felt an amazing amount of energy welling up from his stiff body.

It's not the time for people to show their last strength before they die.

"Hah."

At some point, he started laughing.

But he tried not to think about the end, because he felt the heat inside him gradually go up.

'Oh. I haven't fulfilled your wish yet.'

Even when it was encroached upon by the primordial darkness, he survived.

I can't stop in vain...

Cesare wriggled his hands. The dark cave was like a black universe.

What caught his eye in it was not the golden throne or the Emperor's coffin.

It was a yellow Venus that glowed quietly. It was like a faint green glow.

Cesare reached out to grab it without realizing it.

Because that was his only regret.

But then his arm fell on the cold cave floor.

He thought that the last struggle he was confident in was a bit shabby.

He wished she didn't know about this.

The last face of her, looking up at him like a lost child, kept sticking in his heart.

'I shouldn't have left like that.'

Cesare thought he had no regrets.

But now, he vaguely understood why people live with regret.

He'll make her laugh. He thought he only needed that from the beginning, but he was stubborn like a child for no reason.

His thoughts were cut off with a stream of regret.

"Are you crazy? Are you sleeping?"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the warm scenery of the room.

It was a small room with a faint smell of medicine and grass.

A middle-aged man with a mustache was looking down at him.

"Oh, I'm glad you did. Did you think you were going to pay for the portrait?"

Cesare stopped as he tried to get up.

He felt a weak force holding his arm.

The force, which was too weak to shake off, somehow made it impossible to move a finger.

"It seems like your wife cares about you very much. Even when you fall, she holds onto you. Don't complain if the bed is small. If you die and come back to life, you should know how grateful you are, don't you?"

The grumbling of the middle-aged man was not heard when he found silver hair scattered on the carved quilt.

Cesare unknowingly reached out and brushed her hair.

Her dense face was revealed.

"...You'll live by paying back your wife for the rest of your life. She'll brave the blizzard in that steep mountain and hold out until I check your condition."

"..."

"When I saw that even though the fever was so Intense, I didn't even notice it. It's a blessing for you to have such a wife."

From the man's words, Cesare was able to grasp the general situation.

He never imagined that she would come to his rescue.

Cesare carefully reached out and handed Medea's hair.

The pale, raw thorn left on her white cheek scratched his chest.

At the same time, his mind was boiling.

Even though he was angry at the fact that Medea had come all the way to this limb to find him, and that he had almost hurt her.

He couldn't hide his humble joy in all of this.

'Dea, you're looking for me too. Even if it's not as much as me, I need it.'

Yes. That was enough.

Cesare ran his fingertips down her jawline, slowly intertwining his fingers.

A large, hard hand wrapped around Medea's hand like a shackle.

Cesare bowed down.

The lips that touched the back of her hand were heavy and affectionate.

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