I was listening to Ryan blankly, and then I started laughing.
Amazingly, I feel the same way about him that Ryan feels about me.
“Are you kidding...?”
Ryan said weakly.
“Yeah, I like it...”
"What?"
Before the regression. Even though I knew they were unchangeable people, I desperately wanted to embrace my father and brothers.
Because we were family.
No matter what they thought of me, no matter what our ending was, they were the ones who first gave me love and affection.
So, when I left home after returning, I was miserable. I cried many nights.
Because I feel like I'm left alone in the world...
But such suffering and wounds soon healed.
Maybe it's because of Ryan.
"Dad..."
It's a funny nickname when you think about our real relationship, but it's become so ingrained in our mouths that we're used to it.
I smiled and hugged Ryan. His arms felt warm. I felt so safe, like this, and I had a place to return to. That's such a blessing.
I fell in love with this person.
We are brothers and family, so we can't help it.
“Yes, my wish is to live happily ever after with my loving family.”
“But I can’t live in the afterlife.”
“Haha. You idiot, you don’t know anything, so why are you being so serious? I’m not dying.”
“...”
"If I want to live happily, I need my dad by my side. That's what I absolutely have to do."
I looked at Ryan while holding him.
He stared intently into my eyes and licked his lips. Ryan knew what I meant.
"Actually, I might not care about causes or anything. It's just that everything we're doing now will eventually benefit Dad, so that's why I'm doing it."
Ryan must prove that he has a cause.
In any way, without rest.
Because he has a power that is different from that of ordinary people, which makes ordinary people wary.
So we have to prove it.
That he is a god-like being, but will not become a god.
Although he is of Wassenberg blood, he is a different human being from them...
As someone who knows Ryan better than anyone, it was really unfair, but there was nothing I could do.
"You said I was more valuable than a hundred strangers, right? I'm the same way. It's more important to sacrifice a little bit of my body to gild Dad."
"Hey!"
I covered Ryan's mouth with my hand as he was getting angry.
"And Dad, I'm taking this very seriously... I don't go that far. I'll tell you the truth, everything."
“...”
Before returning, the first ability I completed was the highest-level blessing in the recovery series, <Restoration of Light>.
Next, the <Fountain of Purification>, which was classified as the same highest level.
My father strictly supervised my training in offensive blessings, and the rest was something I simply acquired.
The first time I felt ‘fatigue’ was...
When I complete the upper-level action abnormality series blessing, <Shackles of Bondage>.
Because of some strange physical condition, I went to the family's supernatural ability research center.
<Mirror Eye> was an ability that first appeared in me, and there was no information about it, so researchers had to study it in real time while observing my physical condition.
And after a while.
I've gotten the hang of it to some extent.
“I believe that the power that a <Mirror's Eye> holder can handle is something called the 'total amount of power.'”
To put it simply, my body is a 'glass', and my ability is the 'water' that can be contained in it.
You shouldn't fill it with water to the brim.
Because it soon leads to a burden on the body.
“The power will vary depending on the type of ability.”
I guessed that the powerful attack series Bless was a power that had a relatively large amount of water.
Even if it is the same level 1, if the highest level attack series blessing <Divine Punishment> is 10L of water, then the recovery series blessing <Light Restoration> is 1L of water.
“In the same vein, it seems to be proportional to the grade and level.”
Blessings classified as lower and intermediate levels can be completed without much burden, but for higher levels and above, you should carefully consider training.
"All of these research results are based on highly probable guesses. They cannot provide definitive results."
However, all these facts cannot be confirmed due to insufficient samples.
I could only gauge how much water was filling the glass by the 'physical warnings' my body was sending me.
The warning was no different from the usual treatment.
It starts with fatigue, then headache, mucosal bleeding, vomiting, fainting, coughing up blood…
If the water in my glass overflows, I don't know what the end will be like.
Of course, I have completed the <Poem of Retrograde Movement> that can restore the body's condition and start over again...
'Body condition is reset, and accumulated achievements are also reset.'
There shouldn't be any long-term consequences.
Anyway, based on my experience before returning, I made my own plan.
I decided to carefully fill my glass, observing my physical condition and practicing my blessings so that the water wouldn't overflow.
21-4 Villa Street, outside the capital.
Beyond the black iron gate with red rose vines, a large garden spread out over a wide area.
There is a five-story main building in the center, with annexes built on either side.
This mansion, boasting a grandeur similar to a castle, is a villa owned by the Count of Norman, a member of the royal family.
The Count of Norman was a member of the 'Black Club', a group that had long participated in illegal auctions in the capital, and he also provided the location for this auction.
“Yes, yes! The groceries go to the dining room, and the decorations go to the living room in the annex on the right!”
At the direction of Johnson, the head of the capital's day laborer employment center, the laborers carried the loads in unison.
A small party was scheduled to be held here today. As befitting a banquet for wealthy aristocrats, the delivery of food and luxury goods was staggering.
Chris, one of the workers, silently carried the luggage to the annex.
There was no one inside the annex.
The caretaker and the mansion servants.
It was only natural. At 5 a.m. tomorrow, this place will become the scene of an illegal auction.
To prevent word from leaking out, the servants are kept to a minimum, and the auction items have not yet been moved for fear of being discovered in advance.
The reason for deliberately hiring day laborers from the capital to deliver banquet supplies is also to let the outside world know in advance that this is a safe place.
The organizer of the illegal auction, Elliot Wassenberg, is quite a sophisticated man.
“Let’s go unpack the next one!”
A fellow worker who had finished setting up decorations in the annex living room shouted.
At his direction, about fifteen workers rushed out, but Chris remained quietly.
Chris, who had been looking around sharply, quickly went down to the basement of the annex.
Chris's goal is to figure out the layout of the mansion before the auction.
We plan to guess where the auction items might be moved and then dispose of them in advance.
The anticipated illegal trade item is a narcotic plant called 'Cypraxia'.
Basement 2nd floor.
When trying to figure out the inside of the annex food warehouse.
"...!”
Chris, who was about to enter, flinched and turned around.
Here...
There is an intruder who came first...
Chris, leaning against the wall next to the door, recalled the impression he had made of the intruder he had glimpsed moments earlier.
A tall man wearing a mask that covers his hair and face, and a black assassin's uniform that makes it easy to move around and difficult to detect.
He was busily opening and closing shelves and drawers in the warehouse.
'Are you one of Elliot Wassenberg's men?'
Maybe things are coming in faster than expected.
Even if that weren't the case, it wouldn't be bad for Chris if he could threaten Elliot's men.
'Things will get easier.'
Chris, having made his decision, quickly turned and stepped inside. And then he was surprised.
Right in front of his eyes.
The assassin is standing.
‘...Did they recognize each other’s existence?’
He has a good sense. Chris thought for a moment and lunged forward.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The two people's hands quickly exchanged blows.
Every attack, every time, was a single strike aimed at a vital point. Chris inwardly admired the attack as he continued to attack without pause.
'I didn't know there was such a skilled person.'
The identity could not be determined.
He's wearing a mask, and all you can see are his deep golden eyes.
At that time.
Somehow, he stopped.
The assassin showed an opening.
"What?"
Suddenly speak.
"Really?"
No, you're not talking, you're just mumbling to yourself?
Whatever it is, there's no time to worry about that now.
Chris quickly pulled a knife out of his pocket and aimed for the assassin's neck.
“Your Highness, Third Prince?”
Chris's hand stopped.
"... That's right?"
The moment when the assassin's tone and voice felt somehow familiar.
“Same side, same side!”
The assassin pulled down his mask.
And Chris's eyes widened at the exposed face.
“Ryan...?”
Ryan, who had pulled his mask back on, asked in even greater surprise.
“That’s ridiculous. Are you really telling me?”
“Why are you here?”
“I have a question for you. What is that damn beard?”
“...”
Chris, no, Nike was momentarily speechless.
There was a noise from upstairs.
The sound of someone's footsteps.
Nike quickly pulled Ryan towards him and hid himself between the cabinets haphazardly placed in the warehouse.
He held his breath.
The sounds from above were busy, as if people were moving about. Fortunately, it seemed to be the sounds of laborers.
“How did you find out about this place?”
Ryan whispered.
Nike stared blankly into the golden eyes revealed through the mask.
How did you know? That's what I wanted to ask...
No, more than that.
Nike was shocked.
A face deliberately hidden with makeup is so easily revealed?
“How did you recognize me?”
“...”
At Nike's question, Ryan laughed as if it were absurd.
“I’m dumbfounded, too. Do you know what this is?”
"What?"
“I guess I found out through the power of love.”
“What are you talking about?”
Amazingly, I feel the same way about him that Ryan feels about me.
“Are you kidding...?”
Ryan said weakly.
“Yeah, I like it...”
"What?"
Before the regression. Even though I knew they were unchangeable people, I desperately wanted to embrace my father and brothers.
Because we were family.
No matter what they thought of me, no matter what our ending was, they were the ones who first gave me love and affection.
So, when I left home after returning, I was miserable. I cried many nights.
Because I feel like I'm left alone in the world...
But such suffering and wounds soon healed.
Maybe it's because of Ryan.
"Dad..."
It's a funny nickname when you think about our real relationship, but it's become so ingrained in our mouths that we're used to it.
I smiled and hugged Ryan. His arms felt warm. I felt so safe, like this, and I had a place to return to. That's such a blessing.
I fell in love with this person.
We are brothers and family, so we can't help it.
“Yes, my wish is to live happily ever after with my loving family.”
“But I can’t live in the afterlife.”
“Haha. You idiot, you don’t know anything, so why are you being so serious? I’m not dying.”
“...”
"If I want to live happily, I need my dad by my side. That's what I absolutely have to do."
I looked at Ryan while holding him.
He stared intently into my eyes and licked his lips. Ryan knew what I meant.
"Actually, I might not care about causes or anything. It's just that everything we're doing now will eventually benefit Dad, so that's why I'm doing it."
Ryan must prove that he has a cause.
In any way, without rest.
Because he has a power that is different from that of ordinary people, which makes ordinary people wary.
So we have to prove it.
That he is a god-like being, but will not become a god.
Although he is of Wassenberg blood, he is a different human being from them...
As someone who knows Ryan better than anyone, it was really unfair, but there was nothing I could do.
"You said I was more valuable than a hundred strangers, right? I'm the same way. It's more important to sacrifice a little bit of my body to gild Dad."
"Hey!"
I covered Ryan's mouth with my hand as he was getting angry.
"And Dad, I'm taking this very seriously... I don't go that far. I'll tell you the truth, everything."
“...”
***
Before returning, the first ability I completed was the highest-level blessing in the recovery series, <Restoration of Light>.
Next, the <Fountain of Purification>, which was classified as the same highest level.
My father strictly supervised my training in offensive blessings, and the rest was something I simply acquired.
The first time I felt ‘fatigue’ was...
When I complete the upper-level action abnormality series blessing, <Shackles of Bondage>.
Because of some strange physical condition, I went to the family's supernatural ability research center.
<Mirror Eye> was an ability that first appeared in me, and there was no information about it, so researchers had to study it in real time while observing my physical condition.
And after a while.
I've gotten the hang of it to some extent.
“I believe that the power that a <Mirror's Eye> holder can handle is something called the 'total amount of power.'”
To put it simply, my body is a 'glass', and my ability is the 'water' that can be contained in it.
You shouldn't fill it with water to the brim.
Because it soon leads to a burden on the body.
“The power will vary depending on the type of ability.”
I guessed that the powerful attack series Bless was a power that had a relatively large amount of water.
Even if it is the same level 1, if the highest level attack series blessing <Divine Punishment> is 10L of water, then the recovery series blessing <Light Restoration> is 1L of water.
“In the same vein, it seems to be proportional to the grade and level.”
Blessings classified as lower and intermediate levels can be completed without much burden, but for higher levels and above, you should carefully consider training.
"All of these research results are based on highly probable guesses. They cannot provide definitive results."
However, all these facts cannot be confirmed due to insufficient samples.
I could only gauge how much water was filling the glass by the 'physical warnings' my body was sending me.
The warning was no different from the usual treatment.
It starts with fatigue, then headache, mucosal bleeding, vomiting, fainting, coughing up blood…
If the water in my glass overflows, I don't know what the end will be like.
Of course, I have completed the <Poem of Retrograde Movement> that can restore the body's condition and start over again...
'Body condition is reset, and accumulated achievements are also reset.'
There shouldn't be any long-term consequences.
Anyway, based on my experience before returning, I made my own plan.
I decided to carefully fill my glass, observing my physical condition and practicing my blessings so that the water wouldn't overflow.
***
21-4 Villa Street, outside the capital.
Beyond the black iron gate with red rose vines, a large garden spread out over a wide area.
There is a five-story main building in the center, with annexes built on either side.
This mansion, boasting a grandeur similar to a castle, is a villa owned by the Count of Norman, a member of the royal family.
The Count of Norman was a member of the 'Black Club', a group that had long participated in illegal auctions in the capital, and he also provided the location for this auction.
“Yes, yes! The groceries go to the dining room, and the decorations go to the living room in the annex on the right!”
At the direction of Johnson, the head of the capital's day laborer employment center, the laborers carried the loads in unison.
A small party was scheduled to be held here today. As befitting a banquet for wealthy aristocrats, the delivery of food and luxury goods was staggering.
Chris, one of the workers, silently carried the luggage to the annex.
There was no one inside the annex.
The caretaker and the mansion servants.
It was only natural. At 5 a.m. tomorrow, this place will become the scene of an illegal auction.
To prevent word from leaking out, the servants are kept to a minimum, and the auction items have not yet been moved for fear of being discovered in advance.
The reason for deliberately hiring day laborers from the capital to deliver banquet supplies is also to let the outside world know in advance that this is a safe place.
The organizer of the illegal auction, Elliot Wassenberg, is quite a sophisticated man.
“Let’s go unpack the next one!”
A fellow worker who had finished setting up decorations in the annex living room shouted.
At his direction, about fifteen workers rushed out, but Chris remained quietly.
Chris, who had been looking around sharply, quickly went down to the basement of the annex.
Chris's goal is to figure out the layout of the mansion before the auction.
We plan to guess where the auction items might be moved and then dispose of them in advance.
The anticipated illegal trade item is a narcotic plant called 'Cypraxia'.
Basement 2nd floor.
When trying to figure out the inside of the annex food warehouse.
"...!”
Chris, who was about to enter, flinched and turned around.
Here...
There is an intruder who came first...
Chris, leaning against the wall next to the door, recalled the impression he had made of the intruder he had glimpsed moments earlier.
A tall man wearing a mask that covers his hair and face, and a black assassin's uniform that makes it easy to move around and difficult to detect.
He was busily opening and closing shelves and drawers in the warehouse.
'Are you one of Elliot Wassenberg's men?'
Maybe things are coming in faster than expected.
Even if that weren't the case, it wouldn't be bad for Chris if he could threaten Elliot's men.
'Things will get easier.'
Chris, having made his decision, quickly turned and stepped inside. And then he was surprised.
Right in front of his eyes.
The assassin is standing.
‘...Did they recognize each other’s existence?’
He has a good sense. Chris thought for a moment and lunged forward.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The two people's hands quickly exchanged blows.
Every attack, every time, was a single strike aimed at a vital point. Chris inwardly admired the attack as he continued to attack without pause.
'I didn't know there was such a skilled person.'
The identity could not be determined.
He's wearing a mask, and all you can see are his deep golden eyes.
At that time.
Somehow, he stopped.
The assassin showed an opening.
"What?"
Suddenly speak.
"Really?"
No, you're not talking, you're just mumbling to yourself?
Whatever it is, there's no time to worry about that now.
Chris quickly pulled a knife out of his pocket and aimed for the assassin's neck.
“Your Highness, Third Prince?”
Chris's hand stopped.
"... That's right?"
The moment when the assassin's tone and voice felt somehow familiar.
“Same side, same side!”
The assassin pulled down his mask.
And Chris's eyes widened at the exposed face.
“Ryan...?”
Ryan, who had pulled his mask back on, asked in even greater surprise.
“That’s ridiculous. Are you really telling me?”
“Why are you here?”
“I have a question for you. What is that damn beard?”
“...”
Chris, no, Nike was momentarily speechless.
There was a noise from upstairs.
The sound of someone's footsteps.
Nike quickly pulled Ryan towards him and hid himself between the cabinets haphazardly placed in the warehouse.
He held his breath.
The sounds from above were busy, as if people were moving about. Fortunately, it seemed to be the sounds of laborers.
“How did you find out about this place?”
Ryan whispered.
Nike stared blankly into the golden eyes revealed through the mask.
How did you know? That's what I wanted to ask...
No, more than that.
Nike was shocked.
A face deliberately hidden with makeup is so easily revealed?
“How did you recognize me?”
“...”
At Nike's question, Ryan laughed as if it were absurd.
“I’m dumbfounded, too. Do you know what this is?”
"What?"
“I guess I found out through the power of love.”
“What are you talking about?”
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