"I threw bait to the King of Makluxa. The King will definitely take the bait and come looking for me."
Roselyn added that although he would probably come furious, he wouldn't be able to kill her right away.
'I knew this would happen. You started all the trouble, so what are you talking about...'
Cherty Bellion looked at Roselyn with a very disappointed expression, but Roselyn smiled brightly at Cherty and continued speaking.
"I will kill the King. With the dagger my father gave me."
"...What kind of nonsense is that? You really didn’t need to do such a dirty job...!"
“There is.”
Roselyn smiled sweetly.
Duke Devon Bellion, who was about to shout, paused.
It was because that smile was quite similar to his smile when he was hiding his ulterior motives.
"I have to kill that person, at the very least. He bothered me too much."
It was a fierce laugh, filled with just as much pent-up frustration.
You have no idea how tiring it was to stretch out spiderwebs one by one, weaving them over and over again to create a board with its limbs cut off, just to catch that one thing.
It wasn't something she could have done alone. She needed quite a bit of Garen Wilbreed's help.
That annoyed Roselyn the most.
"...Have you ever killed someone?"
After a long silence, Devon asked heavily.
Roselyn parted her lips and, after a long while, answered with a silent smile.
"Later. Later, when everything is over, I will tell you everything—how I lived, what I thought, and why I made this choice."
Not now.
Roselyn still hesitated slightly. After all, there were too many things she had turned a blind eye to to reveal everything.
"...So what on earth do you mean by dying and coming back to life?"
Devon Bellion asked the question on behalf of his son, who seemed half-crazed.
"There are two options: keeping it as concise as possible and getting straight to the point, or providing a detailed explanation. Which one would you like?"
He answered reluctantly to Roselyn's question, which she asked as if she had been waiting for it.
"I ask you to keep it concise."
" The Albus over here is actually the illegitimate son of the 13th Emperor, but he was kept alive by the Abyss of Immortality and possesses an Abyss that manipulates spirit marks. The monsters were also created by us."
As Roselyn reached out her hand, Garen Wilbreed, who was standing behind her, shrugged his shoulders and placed the indigo stone of the Seven Stars he was holding onto her.
"And this bead is a sacred artifact received from a god I thought was a friend, and it governs the soul. So, I am going to detach just half of my soul and put it into this bead."
"...??"
Roselyn took out purple stones one after another as if she were introducing a product.
"And this purple stone is called a guide stone; once a master's soul is recognized, it allows for a single long-distance journey, no matter where the owner is."
"...???"
"And Albus's younger brother, Edward, possesses the Abyss of Immortality. So I am immortal now."
The story was not just jumping around; it was flying.
"According to Ed, even if you get stabbed in the heart, you won't die, but you might fall into a suspended animation. That's when Albus is going to split my soul in half and put one half into this bead."
One by one, the expressions of those listening turned bewildered, and they began to tilt their heads sideways.
"So, since I'm going to put half of it in this bead and keep it inside my body, leaving for the other world means I'm leaving for the remaining half of my soul. Therefore, the goal is to use this purple stone to return to this world once everything is done over there, and to reunite as a single soul using Albus's powers."
The expressions on the faces of those who could not follow Roselyn's words grew increasingly strange.
At that, Garen Wilbreed's smile deepened.
"I have thought this for a long time, but it seems you have a talent for deceiving people, yet absolutely no talent for explaining."
"...Didn’t you understand?"
When Roselyn, whose pride had been hurt by Garen Wilbreed's words, asked a question, everyone remained silent and looked at Garen without saying a word.
“Keuhum!”
Devon Bellion avoided Roselyn's gaze and cleared his throat loudly for no reason.
"Am I hard of hearing? My granddaughter's voice is so quiet I can't hear it well."
Devon, who could uncannily understand even the mumbling of a soldier in the midst of war, said.
"I guess I'm getting old, too."
Cherty Bellion, who watched from the first row, said.
"Try explaining it to me, Marquis."
"..."
At Devon's words, Roselyn remained silent, and Garen Wilbreed laughed.
It was only natural that they nodded their heads only after Garen Wilbreed’s clear and quick explanation was added.
After a long conversation and mediation by Garen Wilbreed, Roselyn was barely able to get permission from Devon and Cherty.
However, the chairs and tableware around it had all melted into the poison.
***
[Today]
"Roselyn!"
Cherty Bellion, who had rushed over, embraced his daughter, who had collapsed, bleeding profusely.
***
Yes, he knew that.
He had already heard about it from Roselyn, so he was prepared for it.
However...
“Roselyn!!”
This wasn't it.
His heart sank at the sight of the gushing blood, wondering if it really came from one person's body.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
No, even though he thought about it time and time again, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't tell anyone that he was in such a wretched state.
"Roselyn..."
He held Roselyn in his arms.
"Move aside for a moment!"
“Ugh!”
A boy named Albus, or whatever, who possessed the Abyss that deals with souls, and a doctor fell from the sky, enveloped in something pitch-black.
Everything was done quickly.
"Please step aside for a moment, Your Excellency, Young Duke."
The council member looked at Roselyn's condition, pulled Cherty away, and hurriedly opened the box he had brought.
Cherty tilted his head back blankly, leaving his blood-stained clothes behind.
In the void, there was Arma.
The boy, wearing wings made of darkness, fixed his gaze on Roselyn.
Is that a boy?
'...Well.'
As if the naive appearance he had shown in front of Roselyn was all a lie, only an arrogant and cold-hearted ruler existed.
"...That girl, that girl..."
Cherty slowly turned his head and looked at the man rolling on the dirty floor.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his tendons were bulging, but perhaps because the muscles throughout his body were melting away due to the poison from Cherty that had seeped in, he seemed unable to even crawl.
Cherty slowly approached him and trampled his hand, which was reaching out to Roselyn, with the heel of his shoe.
Chi-ik-.
"Aaaargh!!"
The back of his hand, turning purple from the seeping poison, eventually began to slowly melt away.
"Dad, what exactly is the ability of the dagger you gave me before? Does it kill people instantly?"
"No, it won't kill. I know the location where my poison was used. So if you use it..."
"...?"
"Wherever you are. Whatever I am doing at that moment, I will surely rush to you. I will run and make the one who stained your hands with blood live there for the rest of his life in the most horrific way, until the day you forgive him. In a hell where even death is not permitted."
Cherty slowly lowered his gaze.
"Do you know that poison has quite a variety of uses? It can make the nervous system sensitive, melt away muscles or specific cells, or even create tumors."
Crawling on the floor, Galio rolled his eyes to look up at the man with the gloomy voice, settling coldly.
"I made a promise to my daughter. My daughter said she would return someday. So..."
Cherty Bellion laughed fiercely.
The smile of the young Duke, who did not smile easily, was fiercer and more radiant than anything in the world.
Cherty Bellion, spreading poison and poisonous mist with fierce ferocity from his entire body, opened his mouth with the cruelest eyes in the world.
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