Nike sighed, kicked the gauntlet he had taken off and left on the side table, and asked.
“How much longer until this ability is complete?”
“...”
At that moment, Ryan missed the timing to answer.
It is because he realized that he hadn't noticed anything strange in his daze.
Silver armor. Nike in a knight's attire.
For some reason, he had finished all preparations to leave.
Just as Vania collapsed and the maids were cleaning up the mess, undressing her and removing her makeup...
It means that, unlike Ryan, who couldn't do anything because of worry, Nike pulled himself together and got ready.
'It feels ominous.'
The beast's instinct sounded the alarm.
It smells like he had already planned to crash into something from the moment Vania collapsed.
"Ryan."
"Ah."
Ryan asked, sweat running down his back.
"Are you leaving right now?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
“Why? What can I do if I stay here when all I do is click back time?”
Wow. Holding a grudge...
"I apologize for that remark if it offended you."
“I’m not offended. Because it’s the truth.”
After taking one last look at Vania's face, strapping the sword he had set aside to his waist, Nike asked again.
"Aren't you going to answer the question? I asked how much longer it takes to perfect this ability."
"About 20 percent..."
“It’s hard to understand if you put it that way. Should I say there are about three subjugation expeditions left?”
"That is roughly the case..."
“I see. I will return to the capital now and inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”
"What?"
"Your identity, your supernatural abilities, and what you intend to do."
"Wow!"
So you were planning to ram into me, just as I thought!
“I should tell my own secrets! Why are you trying to tell someone else’s secrets on my behalf, Your Highness?!”
"I can't wait any longer."
Nike, having spoken firmly, bit his lip while looking at Vania with anxious eyes.
The longer you drag it out, the more disadvantageous it becomes.
Up until the day of the decisive battle, Wassenberg had been eating away at the country moment by moment. Vania was slowly dying while trying to stop them.
At the point when he found out that fact.
'I'm sick and tired of it now.'
They could not delay any longer.
Nike spoke to Ryan.
“If the problem is that you haven’t built more trust with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince yet, I’ll take care of it somehow. I’m busy; I can’t keep building that damn tower of trust forever.”
“Wait, wait a moment!”
Ryan stood in front of Nike, who was about to leave the room without hesitation.
Nike immediately frowned and got angry.
“You told me not to go back in time! Do you want me to?”
"Please don't get worked up."
“Unless I rewind time, I’m going to solve this by another means right now.”
Nike, having spoken while gritting his teeth, gestured to Ryan with his chin.
"Move aside."
“Actually, I have some good news. You do not need to rush, as I have already revealed my true identity to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”
"What?"
Ryan said.
Showing off the twelve scars that he said he had personally carved on his forearm.
"I endured the first four years out of personal grudges."
The biological father who abandoned him. The injustice of being framed and imprisoned. The anger resulting from it.
The starting point of the decision to take revenge.
“I spent the next four years with the thought of bringing the public enemy to justice.”
A public enemy. The time he sharpened his blade, realizing that his family was an evil deserving of judgment, even if it was not out of a personal vendetta.
“For the last four years, I lived with the resolve to go to hell together, deeply feeling a sense of responsibility as a descendant of that blood.”
Moral responsibility. A noble resolve to ultimately shoulder everything oneself and bring it to a conclusion through sacrifice.
It was Ryan's appeal.
He wants people to know that he, who aims for the annihilation of Wassenberg, is not a murderer who has lived out of shallow revenge, but a judge with a great cause...
an appeal.
“So, what kind of ability do you possess to claim that you can judge Wassenberg?”
Crown Prince Bane was still unable to make a decision, even though a week had passed since he had sent Ryan away.
“I have inherited Melvin Wassenberg’s supernatural ability. He is my uncle, who was murdered by my father’s hand 16 years ago.”
It was the answer he had already expected ever since Ryan said he would judge the god-like family of supernatural beings.
Melvin Wassenberg.
If you are a member of the imperial family, you cannot be unaware of that name from the past.
One who possessed destructive power.
However, the reaction of the Wassenberg family, who have fulfilled the duties of 'those with power' without any reward.
Even other superpowered individuals feared his power, so he was eventually eliminated...
Holder of the ability, <Instant Death>.
"Your Highness's decision is required."
“...Then that’s good.”
Nike nodded and was about to leave the room again.
“No, why are you leaving? I told you I already revealed my identity!”
"I'm busy. I have work to do."
“What is the matter? Wasn’t it just that you were going to expose my secret to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?”
“Uh, no.”
"Ugh, seriously. I'm worried you might go and crash somewhere behind my back, so please tell me before you go."
“Alright. First of all, I have a favor to ask: you take responsibility and stop Vania. Absolutely do not let her use her supernatural abilities until she has fully recovered.”
Nike, having given the request, paused and turned again. He saw Vania. A face in pain, even while unconscious.
It was painful to watch.
All the more so when he recalled himself thoughtlessly saying thank you as he received the medicine made of Vania's blood.
“...Let’s watch her wake up before you go.”
Ryan spoke, sensing the gaze.
Nike shook his head.
“I don’t dare to look her in the face. I feel so pathetic.”
“Why go to such lengths...”
“Please. Until she recovers, no matter what happens, make sure she doesn’t use her supernatural ability.”
“I cannot guarantee whether she will fully recover. I will try to dissuade her, but Vania will use her supernatural abilities to dismantle the medical cartel when the time is right. She needs to create a cure.”
"Tell her not to step forward, absolutely, until she recovers."
Ryan clutched his head.
He knows that the Imperial Household has prepared temporary measures to prevent the medical cartel.
But literally, it is just a temporary measure.
As long as Diana is alive, the fundamental problem will not be solved.
As salvation drugs continue to be produced in her hands, the scale of the medical cartel, which was initially established only within the capital, will gradually expand its scope.
“You know. To solve the fundamental problem, Vania has no choice but to step forward. Without Vania, the people in the capital won't receive treatment and will all die.”
"I don't care."
“?!”
Ryan's eyes widened.
“...Are you crazy?”
"It won't happen, so it doesn't matter."
"Yes?"
"I'll take care of it before that happens."
“How are you supposed to solve this... Oh.”
Ryan's mouth dropped open as he guessed something.
Nike nodded and said.
“...”
"While we're at it, let's take Lord Romayer along."
“...”
Ryan's mouth had nowhere left to open.
Lord Romayer.
A possessor of the supernatural ability <Fountain of Purification> who hides a cruel nature and acts as the master of the temple.
Gabriel is the fourth of the Wassenberg family.
“Sir, we’re moving too fast.”
“How much longer until this ability is complete?”
“...”
At that moment, Ryan missed the timing to answer.
It is because he realized that he hadn't noticed anything strange in his daze.
Silver armor. Nike in a knight's attire.
For some reason, he had finished all preparations to leave.
Just as Vania collapsed and the maids were cleaning up the mess, undressing her and removing her makeup...
It means that, unlike Ryan, who couldn't do anything because of worry, Nike pulled himself together and got ready.
'It feels ominous.'
The beast's instinct sounded the alarm.
It smells like he had already planned to crash into something from the moment Vania collapsed.
"Ryan."
"Ah."
Ryan asked, sweat running down his back.
"Are you leaving right now?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
“Why? What can I do if I stay here when all I do is click back time?”
Wow. Holding a grudge...
"I apologize for that remark if it offended you."
“I’m not offended. Because it’s the truth.”
After taking one last look at Vania's face, strapping the sword he had set aside to his waist, Nike asked again.
"Aren't you going to answer the question? I asked how much longer it takes to perfect this ability."
"About 20 percent..."
“It’s hard to understand if you put it that way. Should I say there are about three subjugation expeditions left?”
"That is roughly the case..."
“I see. I will return to the capital now and inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”
"What?"
"Your identity, your supernatural abilities, and what you intend to do."
"Wow!"
So you were planning to ram into me, just as I thought!
“I should tell my own secrets! Why are you trying to tell someone else’s secrets on my behalf, Your Highness?!”
"I can't wait any longer."
Nike, having spoken firmly, bit his lip while looking at Vania with anxious eyes.
The longer you drag it out, the more disadvantageous it becomes.
Up until the day of the decisive battle, Wassenberg had been eating away at the country moment by moment. Vania was slowly dying while trying to stop them.
At the point when he found out that fact.
'I'm sick and tired of it now.'
They could not delay any longer.
Nike spoke to Ryan.
“If the problem is that you haven’t built more trust with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince yet, I’ll take care of it somehow. I’m busy; I can’t keep building that damn tower of trust forever.”
“Wait, wait a moment!”
Ryan stood in front of Nike, who was about to leave the room without hesitation.
Nike immediately frowned and got angry.
“You told me not to go back in time! Do you want me to?”
"Please don't get worked up."
“Unless I rewind time, I’m going to solve this by another means right now.”
Nike, having spoken while gritting his teeth, gestured to Ryan with his chin.
"Move aside."
“Actually, I have some good news. You do not need to rush, as I have already revealed my true identity to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”
"What?"
***
Ryan said.
Showing off the twelve scars that he said he had personally carved on his forearm.
"I endured the first four years out of personal grudges."
The biological father who abandoned him. The injustice of being framed and imprisoned. The anger resulting from it.
The starting point of the decision to take revenge.
“I spent the next four years with the thought of bringing the public enemy to justice.”
A public enemy. The time he sharpened his blade, realizing that his family was an evil deserving of judgment, even if it was not out of a personal vendetta.
“For the last four years, I lived with the resolve to go to hell together, deeply feeling a sense of responsibility as a descendant of that blood.”
Moral responsibility. A noble resolve to ultimately shoulder everything oneself and bring it to a conclusion through sacrifice.
It was Ryan's appeal.
He wants people to know that he, who aims for the annihilation of Wassenberg, is not a murderer who has lived out of shallow revenge, but a judge with a great cause...
an appeal.
“So, what kind of ability do you possess to claim that you can judge Wassenberg?”
Crown Prince Bane was still unable to make a decision, even though a week had passed since he had sent Ryan away.
“I have inherited Melvin Wassenberg’s supernatural ability. He is my uncle, who was murdered by my father’s hand 16 years ago.”
It was the answer he had already expected ever since Ryan said he would judge the god-like family of supernatural beings.
Melvin Wassenberg.
If you are a member of the imperial family, you cannot be unaware of that name from the past.
One who possessed destructive power.
However, the reaction of the Wassenberg family, who have fulfilled the duties of 'those with power' without any reward.
Even other superpowered individuals feared his power, so he was eventually eliminated...
Holder of the ability, <Instant Death>.
"Your Highness's decision is required."
***
“...Then that’s good.”
Nike nodded and was about to leave the room again.
“No, why are you leaving? I told you I already revealed my identity!”
"I'm busy. I have work to do."
“What is the matter? Wasn’t it just that you were going to expose my secret to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?”
“Uh, no.”
"Ugh, seriously. I'm worried you might go and crash somewhere behind my back, so please tell me before you go."
“Alright. First of all, I have a favor to ask: you take responsibility and stop Vania. Absolutely do not let her use her supernatural abilities until she has fully recovered.”
Nike, having given the request, paused and turned again. He saw Vania. A face in pain, even while unconscious.
It was painful to watch.
All the more so when he recalled himself thoughtlessly saying thank you as he received the medicine made of Vania's blood.
“...Let’s watch her wake up before you go.”
Ryan spoke, sensing the gaze.
Nike shook his head.
“I don’t dare to look her in the face. I feel so pathetic.”
“Why go to such lengths...”
“Please. Until she recovers, no matter what happens, make sure she doesn’t use her supernatural ability.”
“I cannot guarantee whether she will fully recover. I will try to dissuade her, but Vania will use her supernatural abilities to dismantle the medical cartel when the time is right. She needs to create a cure.”
"Tell her not to step forward, absolutely, until she recovers."
“You can’t just say that so bluntly!”
He knows that the Imperial Household has prepared temporary measures to prevent the medical cartel.
But literally, it is just a temporary measure.
As long as Diana is alive, the fundamental problem will not be solved.
As salvation drugs continue to be produced in her hands, the scale of the medical cartel, which was initially established only within the capital, will gradually expand its scope.
“You know. To solve the fundamental problem, Vania has no choice but to step forward. Without Vania, the people in the capital won't receive treatment and will all die.”
"I don't care."
“?!”
Ryan's eyes widened.
“...Are you crazy?”
"It won't happen, so it doesn't matter."
"Yes?"
"I'll take care of it before that happens."
“How are you supposed to solve this... Oh.”
Ryan's mouth dropped open as he guessed something.
Nike nodded and said.
“Starting with Diana Wassenberg.”
"While we're at it, let's take Lord Romayer along."
“...”
Ryan's mouth had nowhere left to open.
Lord Romayer.
A possessor of the supernatural ability <Fountain of Purification> who hides a cruel nature and acts as the master of the temple.
Gabriel is the fourth of the Wassenberg family.
“Sir, we’re moving too fast.”
"You're supposed to catch the therapists first."
"That’s not what I meant!"
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