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#307
“I…I won’t do it.”
Schlieffen said. He said that Ade Shan who made eye contact with him froze like a statue. The storm swirling around the Pale Castle had already subsided.
It meant that the fierce battle had finally come to an end. Adeshan who had maintained his cool ever since his personality change was embarrassed for the first time.
“You are really going against the archbishops…!”
Instead of answering Schlieffen made a gesture of throwing something. Tuk. A sphere flew in a parabola and landed at Adeshan’s feet. It was the head of Archbishop Le Tancier the last person to be killed.
The cut surface was clean. Her beautiful face was frozen with a mixture of anger and shock. The savior behind him muttered in a voice full of admiration.
“This is a face I know.”
Letancier a witch who has been infamous for hundreds of years. Among the archbishops of Nebula Clazier he was one of the three most powerful. Ade Shan swallowed thickly and continued speaking.
“…You really killed them all. “Five people.”
She couldn’t believe it. Although she was not at the scene she could sense her energy coming from the top of the tower. The five archbishops who received the power of starlight were clearly stronger than Schlieffen.
It was a result that could only be called a miracle. Schlieffen’s appearance covered in blood and reduced to walking rags was proof of the terrible battle. He was breathing heavily and held out his hand towards Ade Shan.
“Or…give it to me quickly.”
Schlieffen’s gaze rested on the bottle containing the savior’s blood. Ade Shan who managed to regain his composure resolutely shook his head.
“no. Treating the wound comes first.”
“Miss Iril…does not harm people.”
“That’s right. But right now if I just brush against you you’ll die.”
Adeshan fired back. As she said Schlieffen’s condition was now very serious. It wouldn’t be surprising if she collapsed and died right away.
She had to force herself to rest. Adeshan was about to attempt to take control of his mind. Shriek! A strong wind blew from behind her and blew the bottle in her hand.
“oh!”
The bottle flew in a straight line and landed squarely in Schlieffen’s hand. It was the wind that came from his power. Schlieffen who had put his bottle in his inner pocket opened his mouth.
“Trust me…trust me.”
“Stubbornness…! Anyway if you get within a certain range you will definitely become a fool like everyone else. “I fell into a false happiness that I could never have in my life.”
“…No that’s not true. “I guarantee that.”
Ade Shan frowned at her incomprehensible words. Instead of explaining the reason Schlieffen focused his gaze on Iril again.
“Don’t come any closer…!”
She was still chopping down the approaching chase party to the point where she didn’t die. Her flowing silver-white hair was beautiful. Schlieffen who was staring at Iril smiled slightly.
“Because I’m already…happy enough.”
“…What?”
Adeshan laughed. It was an absurd far-fetch. But Schlieffen’s eyes were burning with a determination I had never seen before.
It was the car she was confused about for a while. bang! Taking advantage of the opportunity Schlieffen turned his back and ran out kicking the ground.
“Now wait!”
Adeshan hurriedly stretched out his hand but it was already too late. It was surprising that he still had that much energy. She clicked her tongue as she watched Schlieffen quickly walk away.
“shit.”
Now I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to. Adeshan anxiously measured the distance between Iril and him. A thousand steps…seven hundred steps….
“what?”
Suddenly Adeshan’s eyes widened as he measured the gap. Even though Schlieffen was within range of Iril’s abilities she did not stop her steps.
He was enduring hallucinations that even Jaipa and Lorhon Orsay could not overcome. In an instant he reached Iril and stopped in place. Iril terrified pointed the tip of his sword at him.
“Who else is here?! Why do you keep bothering us…?”
“…Miss Iril.”
He looked like a scared cat. It was the moment when Schlieffen took one more step. Iril’s arm disappeared from sight and a storm of slashes swept around.
“Schlippen!!”
Adeshan shouted. At the same time about fifty pursuers around Schlieffen ran out spraying blood. Sigh! The rock walls that the dragons had installed with magic collapsed like a trimmed carrot.
I couldn’t even see him swinging a sword. This was surprising to Schlieffen who did not know that Iril had this kind of talent. A faint smile appeared on his lips which had been frozen for a moment.
“…also.”
Iril’s sword did not reach him. Instead of moving closer Schlieffen placed his hand on her waist. He carefully pulled out his sword and let go of the hilt. Kaan…! The Pale Lord fell to the ground.
“what…!”
“…I’m going now.”
Adeshan and the savior who were watching the situation sighed. Schlieffen now defenseless began to walk slowly.
****
“Haa…haaa….”
Iril took a deep breath. Hundreds of men and women were spread out at her feet as she held her broom.
“Why won’t you just leave us alone…?”
Iril muttered. These goons suddenly stormed into Nimburton and tried to separate themselves from her little ones. Contrary to his appearance his body was weak so it was fortunate that he fell with a single stroke of a broom.
“Sister. are you okay?”
young Ronan asked. Iril wiped the sweat with her sleeve and turned her head. Her sister and her friends were huddled together shivering.
“Sister…I’m so scared.”
Little Marya cried. Iril who had shaken off her difficult appearance smiled brightly.
“It’ll be okay now. “Don’t worry too much.”
“Why did those people come? “What did we do wrong?”
Ronan grumbled. Iril seeing that there were no more of her intruders turned her back. she said hugging her little ones all at once.
“are you okay. “I will protect you.”
Iril laughed. As I was doing this I somehow remembered the old days. Although it was only for a short time she had her share of difficult times.
It was around this time that her father left and her mother also died of illness. Even though Nimbton was a nice neighborhood to live in it wasn’t easy for her to raise her newborn on her own.
– hey! You orphan bitch. And where does she go so fast?
– Well… you must be very heartbroken to hear that both your parents passed away. Can I help you manage your property? Do you know what property is?
– You are really pretty. I’m looking forward to the future. Ugh…why don’t you go with me?
Moreover at that time the concept of villains existed around her. This was because she had not yet awakened the ability to materialize her wishes.
In the years it took for her abilities to awaken and for everyone around her to become her good friend Iril had to endure all of the trials that came her way on her own. It was really hard for her a few times but she still had her younger brother to protect so she was able to get through it.
She said ‘I’m glad you grew up right.’
Suddenly her eyes became hazy as she looked at Ronan’s face. Even though she didn’t do anything for me I was just thankful that she grew up so proudly. Young Ronan tilted his head at her.
“Are you crying?”
“No…it’s okay.”
Iril shook her head. The shapes of the fallen assailants were disappearing. Her damaged house was also being restored to its original state.
“Ahaha….”
An uncontrollable feeling of happiness was welling up in her heart again. As long as she could live here with her children she was content. She seemed capable of enduring any hardships.
She seemed to have forgotten something important but it didn’t matter. She was about to say something to her children. Thump thump thump. The sound of a knock on the front door echoed throughout the house.
“What…!”
Iril hurriedly turned her head. Someone was standing outside the door. She picked up her broom again and aimed it at her front door.
An unfamiliar but familiar voice came from beyond the door.
“Miss Iril. “You need to wake up.”
****
“Don’t come any closer.”
“…Miss Iril. “You need to come to your senses.”
Schlieffen said firmly. The gap between the two had already completely narrowed. Iril was staggering in a dream right in front of him.
“Don’t disturb my happiness…”
Iril muttered clutching the hilt of her sword. It seemed like she knew what she was looking at without having to explain it. Her happy illusions from her brainwashing were overshadowing her hardships.
“What you’re seeing right now… is all a lie. Even though it’s hard…you have to see the truth.”
“No…I take the children…here in Nimburton….”
Iril muttered to himself. Although she was in pain she had to wake up. Schlieffen slowly took out her bottle from her belt.
“Now open your mouth…”
The savior’s blood was dripping inside the transparent glass bottle. He brought the bottle to Iril’s mouth with careful movements as if he were handling her jewelry.
“I don’t like it… I don’t like it….”
Iril shook her head. Her hand clutching the hilt of her sword seemed ready to shoot out at any moment. Schlieffen opened her lips with a natural movement without any force.
“…oh my god.”
As she watched Ade Shan squeezed her eyes shut and opened them. Her entire body was radiating such intense life force that a normal human would instantly faint or go crazy.
Cold sweat ran down her cheeks. I was so nervous that I couldn’t see clearly. If her judgment was slightly distorted now Schlieffen would be reduced to a cold corpse.
Then she carefully tilted the bottle that Schlieffen held in her hand. The Savior’s blood slipped down her bottleneck and entered Iril’s mouth. Gulp. She half-heartedly swallowed her mouthful and started coughing violently.
“Cough! Caw! Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
“This Miss Iril…!”
Perplexity appeared on Schlieffen’s face. It was a deep cough as if it would vomit out her internal organs. He supported her forgetting about his own situation. A few seconds that felt like an eternity had passed.
“…ah?”
Iril who was coughing raised her head. Nim Burton and her children were still not visible in the blurry vision. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times and shrugged her shoulders.
“Shoo Schlieffen…?!”
Her familiar face was before her eyes. Her memories were sparse and disjointed. Behind Schlieffen’s scarred shoulders a completely different landscape unfolded.
“What on earth happened…?”
Her luxurious room had been transformed into a bloody and smoky battlefield. She couldn’t remember anything after she put the strange tiara on her head. At that time a single tear flowed down Schlieffen’s cheek as he was gritting his teeth.
“Are you okay? Tears…”
“…Ugh.”
Instead of answering Schlieffen rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. The flowing water droplets were dissolving the stuck blood stains. After looking at Iril once again he took her mouth off.
“Thank goodness….”
When Iril came to her senses not a single wound remained on her body. The pain she had been experiencing since the moment she was kidnapped was subsiding. Memories of her swearing to Ronan that she would protect her Iril at all costs flashed through her mind.
Her spirit was breaking down as she reached her limits. Schlieffen who had finally squeezed out her tears suddenly grabbed both of her hands. Her main voice leaked out between his parted lips.
“i love you….”
“…yes?!”
Iril’s eyes widened. She showed her embarrassment but Schlieffen still did not let go of her hand. The blood that had drained her to the point where she was delirious was helping him say the words he had been holding back for so long.
“Even though I have an insignificant life… I will sacrifice my life… to protect you.”
“What do you mean all of a sudden… I am a commoner and Mr. Schlieffen… no I am more hurt than that…!”
Iril’s face turned red. At least it wasn’t a story worth telling in this place and situation. Although she was also dazed she could tell that the Schlieffen in front of her was not normal.
Iril who had managed to free her hand was trying to tend to her Schlieffen’s wounds. He took one step forward and hugged her as if she was about to fall. That’s pretty strong too.
“ah….”
Iril’s eyes widened. Warmth was flowing beyond her arms. In a world where all sounds except her heartbeat were blocked Schlieffen cried out loud.
“Please…marry me.”
