“...Kau tidak perlu bertindak sejauh itu dan mengatakan semua itu.” Dowd merengut sambil mengatakannya. Melihat reaksinya, Iliya akhirnya menghela napas panjang. Setelah menceramahinya sesaat, perasaannya jadi sedikit lebih lega dari sebelumnya. “Jadi, jangan lakukan hal seperti itu lagi. Paham?” “...Paham.” Baru setelah mendapat persetujuan itu, dia mundur sambil mendesah lega. Ini adalah pertama kalinya dia menceramahi seseorang separah ini, tapi memangnya dia bisa apa, pria itu benar-benar pantas mendapatkannya. ...Tapi tetap saja, bagaimana bisa dia melakukan hal seperti itu? Dia sudah tahu bahwa pria itu bukan tipe orang yang peduli pada keselamatan dirinya sendiri. Sering kali, bahkan dia merasa tindakan pria itu sudah keterlaluan. Begitu keterlaluannya hingga dia merasa tingkat ‘perubahan’ pria itu jauh lebih cepat dari yang dia duga. Sambil berpikir begitu, Faenol, yang menempatkan kedua tangannya di punggung, mendekati Dowd dengan langkah cepat. “Sepertinya kau tadi baru saja diceramahi habis-habisan, Tuan Dowd.” “...Tutup mulutmu.” Di wajahnya tersungging senyum main-main yang sangat cocok dengan kata-kata usilnya. Namun, Iliya bisa merasakan bahwa wanita itu tampak sangat lega. “...” Kalau dipikir-pikir lagi, Iliya menyadari bahwa saat Dowd hampir saja bunuh diri tempo hari, wanita itu bahkan panik lebih hebat daripada dirinya. -Kita harus menolongnya sekarang! -Tunggu, Guru menyuruh kita menunggu...! -Tapi, kalau begini terus, pria itu bisa mati—!! Cara Faenol meneriakkan kata-kata itu masih melekat jelas dalam ingatannya. Karena wanita itu hampir tidak pernah mengekspresikan emosinya sejak awal, pemandangan tersebut meninggalkan kesan yang sangat mendalam di benaknya. Faenol adalah sosok yang selalu memasang topeng, seolah-olah dia tidak pernah serius dengan ucapannya dan selalu menyembunyikan ekspresinya. Namun saat itu, Iliya tahu persis bahwa perasaan wanita tersebut tulus. “...” Iliya kembali teringat adegan itu. Nyala api merah yang digunakan Faenol untuk melenyapkan Makhluk Iblis benar-benar luar biasa. Wanita itu tampak begitu terburu-buru hingga memberi kesan pada Iliya bahwa dia sedang ‘memaksa diri menggunakan’ sesuatu yang biasanya tidak akan dia tunjukkan di depan orang lain. Hanya saja, ada satu masalah dengan hal itu. Api itu secara khusus... Iliya bersumpah dia pernah melihat api dengan warna persis seperti itu di suatu tempat. ...Warnanya merah. Kenangan hari itu, dia bahkan tidak bisa melupakannya meski ingin. Pilar api yang membakar langit malam menjadi merah, seolah seluruh alam semesta ikut terbakar, melintas di benaknya. Ayah, ibu, dan teman-temannya. Hari itu, semuanya musnah menjadi abu. Insiden Malam Merah. Itulah hari ketika Iblis Merah merenggut orang-orang yang sangat disayanginya. “...Iliya? Ada apa?” Saat dia tenggelam dalam kenangan tersebut, Talion yang berada di dekatnya bertanya dengan bingung. Mungkin pria itu bisa langsung menyadari bahwa wajah Iliya berubah pucat pasi secara tidak wajar. “...T-Tidak ada.” Dia memaksakan diri mengucapkannya sambil menampilkan senyuman biasanya. Tentu saja, di dalam hatinya, dia sedang memikirkan nama makhluk terkutuk itu. ...Iblis Merah. Dia sebenarnya tidak terlalu tertarik pada Iblis secara umum. Tapi Iblis Merah berbeda. Bagaimanapun, itu adalah makhluk terkutuk yang telah mengubah masa lalunya menjadi abu. “...” Dan, meskipun dia tidak yakin... Orang di hadapannya, Faenol Lipek, memiliki aroma yang sangat mirip dengan makhluk itu. Meskipun dia tidak bisa mendeteksinya saat menggunakan ‘Pindai’... “...” Dia terus menatap wanita itu dalam-dalam. Tatapannya dipenuhi rasa curiga. Malam tadi benar-benar bencana total. Kepalanya pusing akibat semua teriakan yang menggema di sekitarnya dan bau darah yang meresap ke dalam hutan sepanjang hari. Dia dengar sebagian besar orang mengalami luka parah akibat memaksakan diri bertahan hingga akhir bermodal nekat saja. Mereka memang tidak sampai mati, tapi mereka harus menghadapi trauma psikologis seumur hidup. Yah, bagi dirinya, Lana Rei Delvium, semua itu sama sekali tidak penting. Efek samping atau apa pun, semuanya hanyalah omong kosong baginya. Meskipun pakaiannya sudah compang-camping karena digigit serigala dengan liar, dia sama sekali tidak peduli pada hal lain. Dia sangat yakin bahwa tidak ada seorang pun yang bisa mendapatkan skor lebih tinggi darinya dalam hal ‘bertahan hidup selama mungkin’. Tidak ada seorang pun, kecuali satu pria khusus ini. “...Hmmm.” Lana melihat sekeliling sambil mengusap dagunya. Ada tumpukan bangkai Makhluk Iblis di dekat sana yang susah payah dibawa oleh Dowd dan rekan-rekannya. “...Apa kau membunuh semua ini?” “Ya.” “...” Mendengar jawaban santai pria itu, dia hanya bisa menatapnya tanpa bisa berkata-kata. Membunuh semua Makhluk Iblis ini? Para makhluk yang berspesialisasi dalam berburu dan melacak di dalam Selubung Tak Tergoyahkan? Dia sangat percaya diri punya peluang meraih skor tertinggi, tetapi ketika pesaingnya adalah orang seperti ini... Sekarang dia yakin bahwa pria itu dan Iliya pasti berada di puncak klasemen. Dengan selisih yang telak. “...Dari mana monster sepertimu berasal, Tuan Dowd? Kau yakin bukan kaulah yang seharusnya memegang Pedang Suci alih-alih Nona Iliya?” “...Aku tidak bisa memegang Pedang Suci.” Entah kenapa, pria itu bersikeras menegaskan hal tersebut. Seolah sudah menjadi kepastian bahwa Pedang Suci itu adalah milik Iliya. Padahal siapa pun yang melihat dengan mata kepala sendiri pasti tahu bahwa dialah yang menunjukkan pencapaian luar biasa, bukan Iliya yang seharusnya menjadi Calon Pahlawan. “...Ngomong-ngomong, ada apa dengan orang-orang itu?” Lana melontarkan pertanyaan lain. Alasannya karena dia melihat beberapa pria dewasa berbadan kekar berdiri termenung di sekitar Dowd. Mata mereka kosong, seolah masing-olah baru saja menenggak semangkuk obat bius, yang sedikit membuatnya takut. Dia tidak habis pikir mengapa orang-orang seperti itu bisa datang ke Seleksi Siswa Pertukaran sejak awal. “Ah, yah.” Dowd menjawab sambil tersenyum pahit. “...Kurasa mereka adalah hadiah untuk Uskup Agung Luminol.” “Untuk ayahku?” Lana memiringkan kepalanya sambil memperhatikan orang-orang bermata kosong itu. Sekilas saja dia bisa tahu bahwa mereka adalah kelompok orang yang sudah sering melakukan pekerjaan kotor. Yang tidak bisa dia pahami adalah, bagaimana mungkin mereka dijadikan ‘hadiah’? “...Aku bertanya berjaga-jaga saja, tapi apa kau berniat melakukan hal buruk pada ayahku menggunakan orang-orang ini?” “...Kalau aku berniat begitu, apa kau pikir aku akan membiarkanmu melihat mereka, Lana?” Jawabannya sudah cukup masuk akal baginya. Tapi, jika bukan itu tujuannya, lalu sebenarnya apa yang akan dia lakukan? Saat Lana berpikir begitu sambil memiringkan kepalanya... “Aku yakin dia akan menyukainya.” Dowd mengucapkannya sambil terkekeh ringan. “Dia akan menghargainya begitu Misi Terakhir dimulai.” “...” Tidak ada secercah emosi pun dalam suaranya. Tapi bahkan Lana, yang sering dibilang orang-orang sebagai sosok yang lambat menangkap situasi, bisa merasakan niat gelap yang mengerikan di balik kata-katanya itu. Jelas sekali kami mendapat skor tertinggi setelah semua kejadian itu. Perjuangan melewati semua itu sangat sepadan hanya untuk melihat Uskup Agung Luminol memasang ekspresi seperti orang yang baru saja menelan kotoran. [...Tapi, kaulah yang memulainya duluan.] “...Ya, kurasa begitu.” Aku menyetujui ucapan Caliban tanpa berusaha membantahnya. Sebagai ayah Lana, dia secara harfiah tidak punya alasan untuk melihatku dengan tatapan ramah. Meski begitu, dia memang berusaha membunuhku dengan nekat tanpa peduli cara apa pun, jadi aku punya sedikit pembenaran atas tindakan bela diriku. Oleh karena itu, aku berencana melakukan sesuatu pada orang itu nanti tanpa merasa terlalu bersalah. “...Ugh.” Sambil berpikir begitu, aku mendengus tertahan akibat sensasi berdenyut di seluruh tubuhku. Meskipun bagus karena Besi Manusia berhasil menahan rasa sakitku, aku tetap harus menghadapi efek samping dari luka-lukaku. Rasa sakitnya tidak cukup mematikan untuk bisa lenyap sepenuhnya berkat Penguasaan tersebut, jadi sepertinya aku masih merasakannya. Dan meskipun rasa sakit itu sedikit tumpul, rasanya tetap luar biasa menyakitkan. “...Aku harus memikirkan rencana selanjutnya...” Sambil menyeret kakinya menuju akomodasi yang telah ditentukan, aku menggumamkan kata-kata itu. Sekarang Ujian Pertama dan Kedua telah usai... Satu-satunya hal yang tersisa untuk dilakukan adalah Misi Terakhir yang akan diadakan di Tanah Suci dan Upacara Pengangkatan Pedang Suci, yang tertancap di dekat Sanctuary. Dengan kata lain, puncak dari seluruh Bab 4. “...” Dan juga... Ada kemungkinan besar bahwa babak ini akan penuh dengan variabel. Sang Nabi. Orang ini bersikap sangat tenang secara tidak wajar selama ini. Selama Ujian Pertama dan Kedua, dia sama sekali tidak melakukan pergerakan apa pun. Sebaliknya, dia justru membantuku dengan mengirim kembali Pengguna Sihir Kutukan pada Ujian Pertama lalu. Aku tidak bisa menebak apa yang sedang direncanakannya, tapi aku tahu pasti bahwa dia akan melakukan sesuatu kali ini. Jadi, aku harus meninjau ulang segalanya untuk memastikan Iliya bisa memegang Pedang Suci dan menjadi Pahlawan. Sambil berpikir begitu di sepanjang koridor... Aku berpapasan dengan seseorang yang tidak terduga. “...Eh, Yang Mulia?” Seolah sedang menungguku, Kanselir Emas yang bersandar di dinding perlahan mendongak. Aku mengedarkan pandangan. Tidak ada pengawal atau ajudan yang terlihat. Dia sendirian. “Selamat atas pencapaian luar biasa kalian dalam ujian ini. Kau memang luar biasa, Dowd.” “...Terima kasih.” Yah, mendapat ucapan selamat darinya memang bagus dan menyenangkan. Tapi tidak mungkin orang paling berkuasa di Kekaisaran mau menemuiku seorang diri tanpa membawa pengawal, hanya untuk mengucapkan selamat. “Misi Terakhir akan diadakan minggu depan, jadi aku datang untuk menyampaikan sesuatu kepadamu sebelum itu dimulai.” Sullivan berucap sambil melangkah mendekatiku. Dia mengeluarkan sebuah surat dan menyerahkannya kepadaku. “—Ini adalah undangan dari Istana Kekaisaran.” “...Permisi?” “Cecilia XI telah meminta untuk mengadakan pertemuan pribadi denganmu.” Aku menatap surat yang diulurkan sang Kanselir sambil mendengarkan kata-kata yang diucapkannya seraya menggertakkan gigi. Segel cokelat tua terukir dengan logo Keluarga Kekaisaran tertera di sampul luar surat itu. ...Apa? Permaisuri? Cecilia XI? Untuk apa dia mencariku? “...” Aku tahu dia memang tertarik padaku entah bagaimana caranya, tapi baginya untuk memanggilku langsung ke Istana Kekaisaran melalui ‘Titah Permaisuri’ adalah hal yang sama sekali berbeda. Ini bukan lain adalah perintah Permaisuri. Aku bisa berakhir di tiang gantung jika menolaknya. ...Tapi, kenapa? Otakku yang kebingungan mulai berputar keras. Kenapa dia ingin menemuiku secepat ini? Sejujurnya, aku tidak begitu tertarik untuk menemuinya saat ini. Cecilia XI. Dia adalah sosok yang paling berpengaruh atas korupsi Eleanor, bersama dengan Gideon. Mengingat korupsi Eleanor terjadi pada titik ketika kondisi mentalnya sendiri runtuh, aku bisa menebak dengan mudah bahwa orang ini sama sekali tidak memberikan dampak psikologis yang positif padanya. “Dowd.” Saat aku tenggelam dalam pikiran mendalam, Sullivan memanggilku pelan. “...Kau bisa menolaknya jika kau mau.” Begitu aku mendengarnya... Aku mengalihkan pandangannya kepadanya. Aku pasti salah dengar, kan? “Maaf?” “Jangan khawatir, aku akan melindungimu dengan seluruh kekuatanku. Dengan cara apa pun yang diperlukan.” Saat itulah aku menyadari... Alasan mengapa Sullivan datang untuk mengantarkan surat ini sendiri meskipun berasal dari Keluarga Kekaisaran. Orang ini... Ingin mengatakan hal itu kepadaku secara empat mata. “...” Aku menatapnya dengan ekspresi tercengang. Serius, dia tidak sedang bercanda, kan? Apa dia benar-benar bilang aku bisa mengabaikan ‘Titah Permaisuri’ begitu saja? Mengmgingat tingkat kekuatan politik yang dimilikinya... Sungguh mengerikan mendengarkan orang yang memegang separuh kekuasaan atas seluruh Kekaisaran mengucapkan hal seperti itu. Bagaimanapun, ‘menolak’ mengikuti Titah Permaisuri sama artinya dengan tidak mengakui kedaulatan sang Permaisuri. Dengan kata lain... Orang ini... Baru saja mengatakan... Bahwa dia akan melemparkan Kekaisaran, tidak, seluruh benua, ke dalam jurang kekacauan yang membara demi diriku. Hanya demi diriku. Tidak peduli puluhan, ratusan, ribuan, atau bahkan puluhan ribu orang mati. Dia akan menanggung seluruh tanggung jawab atas hal itu. “...” Memahami kedalaman arti dari kata-katanya, aku menatapnya. Seluruh tubuhku menegang. Sullivan melanjutkan kata-katanya, tatapannya begitu tegas. Seolah-olah... “...Sesuatu mungkin akan terjadi padamu, Dowd.” Dia sangat yakin bahwa dirinya sanggup memikul beban sebesar itu dibandingkan dengan apa yang ‘dipergokinya akan terjadi’. “Kumohon.” Dan dari kata-katanya, aku tahu... “Jangan tinggalkan sisiku kali ini.” Bahwa dia sedang memohon dengan sungguh-sungguh.
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“…You didn’t have to go that far and say all that.”
Dowd sniveled as he said that. Seeing his reaction, Iliya finally let out a deep sigh.
After hounding him for a while, she felt better than before.
“So don’t do something like that ever again. Got it?”
“…Got it.”
Only after obtaining his affirmation did she back off while letting out a sigh of relief.
It was the first time she had ever hounded on someone this harshly, but then again, he totally deserved it.
…But still, how could he do that?
She already knew that he wasn’t someone who cared much about his own well-being. Oftentimes, even she felt that it was too much.
So much so that she felt like the extent of his ‘change’ was far faster than she expected.
As she thought so, Faenol, who had her hands behind her back, approached Dowd with quick steps.
“It seems you got scolded pretty hard back there, Mr. Dowd.”
“…Shut it.”
On her face was a playful smile that completely matched her teasing words.
Iliya could sense that she seemed very relieved, though.
“…”
Thinking back, Iliya realized that when Dowd was practically trying to off himself back then, she was panicking even more than Iliya was.
-We need to help him right now!
-Wait, Teach told us to wait…!
-But, at this rate, that man might die—!!
The way Faenol cried out such words were still clear in her memory.
Since the woman almost never expressed her emotions in the first place, the sight left a strong impression on her mind.
Faenol was someone who always seemed to put on a facade, as if she never meant the words she said while always masking her expression. But back then, Iliya could tell that her feelings were genuine.
“…”
Iliya remembered that scene once again.
The red flame Faenol used to sweep away the Demonic Creatures was quite the remarkable one.
It seemed like she was in such a rush that it gave Iliya the impression that she was ‘pushing herself to use’ something she wouldn’t normally use in front of others.
Except there was a problem with that.
The flame specifically…
Iliya could have sworn that she had seen the flame with that color somewhere.
…It was red.
Memories of that day, she couldn’t forget them even if she wanted to.
A pillar of flame, setting the black night sky red, as if the whole universe was burning, flashed through her mind.
Her father, mother, friends.
On that day, everything was burnt to ashes.
The Crimson Night Incident.
That was the day when the Red Devil took those she hold dear away from her.
“…Iliya? What’s wrong?”
As she was drowning on such memories, Talion, who was nearby, asked her in confusion.
Perhaps he could tell with a glance that Iliya’s face had turned unusually pale.
“…N-Nothing.”
She forced the word out, letting out her usual smile.
Of course, inside, she was thinking of the accursed being’s name.
…The Red Devil.
She didn’t really have an interest in Devils in general.
But the Red Devil was different.
After all, it was an accursed being who had turned her past into ashes.
“…”
And, even though she wasn’t sure…
The person in front of her, Faenol Lipek, had a scent that resembled that being strongly.
While she couldn’t detect it even while she was using her ‘Eye of Truth’…
“…”
She kept staring at her quietly.
Her gaze was filled with suspicion.
Last night was a total disaster.
Her head was dizzy from all the screams echoing around her and the scent of blood that permeated the forest all day long.
She heard that the majority of people were fatally injured while trying to hold on until the end with only their bravado. They didn’t end up dying, but they’d have to deal with the PTSD for the rest of their lives.
Well, for her, Lana Rei Delvium, all of that didn’t matter at all.
Aftereffects or whatever, everything was just words to her, nothing more, nothing less. Even though her clothes were in tatters because of the wolves that were biting her wildly, she couldn’t care less about anything else.
She was so sure that no one could have scored higher than her when it came to ‘surviving as long as possible’.
No one, except for this one guy in particular.
“…Hmmm.”
Lana looked around while stroking her chin.
There were dead bodies of the Demonic Creatures that Dowd and his colleagues had struggled to carry piled up nearby.
“… Did you kill all of this?”
“Yeah.”
“…”
Hearing him casually answer her like that, she could only stare at him speechless.
Killing all of these Demonic Creatures? The ones who were specialized in hunting and tracking inside the Nullifying Shroud?
She was confident that she had the chance to score the highest, but when her competitor was like this…
Now she was sure that he and Iliya would be in the lead. Overwhelmingly so.
“…Where did such a monster like you came from, Mr. Dowd? Are you sure you aren’t the one who’s supposed to wield the Holy Sword instead of Miss Iliya?”
“…I can’t wield the Holy Sword.”
For some reason, he insisted on that point specifically.
As if it was a given that the Holy Sword would belong to Iliya.
Even though anyone with eyes could see that he was the one who showed extraordinary feats, not Iliya, who was supposed to be the Hero Candidate.
“…By the way, what’s with those people?”
Lana asked another question.
The reason being because she noticed several bulky-looking adult males standing idly around Dowd.
Their eyes were blank, as if they had downed a bowl of drugs each, scaring her a little.
She couldn’t understand why such people came to the Hero Selection Ordeal in the first place.
“Ah, well.”
Dowd answered while letting out a bitter smile.
“…They are gifts for Archbishop Luminol, I guess.”
“For my father?”
Lana tilted her head as she scanned the blank-eyed people.
She could tell at a glance that they were a group of people who had done dirty work more than once.
What she couldn’t tell was that, how exactly could they be a ‘gift’?
“…I’m asking just in case, but are you going to do something bad to my father using these people?”
“…If I were, do you think I’d let you see them, Lana?”
His answer was reasonable enough for her.
But, if that wasn’t the case, then what the hell was he going to do exactly?
As Lana thought so while tilting her head…
“I am sure he will like it.”
Dowd said those words with a chuckle.
“He’ll appreciate it by the time the Last Ordeal begins.”
“…”
There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice.
But even Lana, who had often heard from people how slow-witted she was, could feel the frighteningly dark intention behind his words.
Obviously we had the highest score after all that.
It was worth going through all that to see Archbishop Luminol look as if he had eaten shit.
[…But, you were the one who started it first.]
“…Yeah, I guess.”
I agreed with Caliban’s words without even trying to deny it.
As Lana’s father, he literally had no reason to see me in a good light.
Still, he did try to recklessly kill me at any cost, so I had some justifications in my self-defense.
Therefore, I planned to do something to that person later without feeling much guilt.
“…Eugh.”
As I thought so, I let out a low cry from the throbbing sensation all over my body.
While it was nice that Iron Man blocked my sense of pain, I still needed to deal with the aftereffects of my injuries.
The pain was not lethal enough to completely disappear due to such a Mastery, so it seemed I still felt it. And despite the somewhat marginal dulling of pain, it still hurt like a bitch.
“…I need to come up with the next plan…”
While dragging my feet to my assigned accommodation, I blurted out such words.
Now that the First and Second Ordeals were over…
The only thing left to do was the Last Ordeal that would be held in the Holy Land and the Succession Ceremony of the Holy Sword, which was stuck near the Sanctuary.
In other words, the highlight of the entire Chapter 4.
“…”
Also…
There was a high chance that it would be filled with variables.
The Prophet.
This person had been abnormally quiet all this time.
During the First and Second Ordeals, she hadn’t made any move.
Rather, she helped me by sending the Cursed Speech User back in the First Ordeal.
I couldn’t guess what she was up to, but I could tell that she was going to do something this time.
So, I’d need to run over everything to ensure that Iliya could wield the Holy Sword and become the Hero.
As I thought so while walking down the corridor…
I ran across someone unexpected.
“…Uh, Your Excellency?”
As if waiting for me, the Golden Chancellor, leaning against the wall, slowly looked up.
I looked around. There were no entourages or bodyguards in sight. She was all alone.
“Congratulations on your outstanding achievements in the ordeal. You are amazing, Dowd.”
“…Thank you.”
Well, getting the congratulations from her was good and all.
But there was no way the most powerful person in the Empire would visit me alone, without bringing any guards, just to congratulate me.
“The Last Ordeal will be held next week, so I’m here to deliver something to you before it starts.”
Sullivan said as she stepped closer to me. She took out a letter and handed it over to me.
“-This is an invitation from the Imperial Palace.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Cecilia the 11th has requested to have a private meeting with you.”
I looked at the letter the Chancellor was holding out while listening to the words that she said while gritting her teeth.
A dark brown seal engraved with the Imperial Household’s logo was stamped on the outer cover of the letter.
…What?
The Empress?
Cecilia the 11th?
Why would she?
“…”
I knew that she was interested in me somehow, but for her to directly summon me to the Imperial Palace through an ‘Empress’ Edict’ was a whole different matter entirely.
This was none other than the Empress’ command. I could end up hanging on the gallows if I refused it.
…But, like, why?
I started racking my confused brain.
Why would she want to see me in such a hurry?
Honestly, I wasn’t very interested in meeting with her at the moment.
Cecilia the 11th.
She was someone who had the most influence on Eleanor’s corruption, along with Gideon.
Considering Eleanor’s corruption occurred at the point when her own mental state collapsed, I could tell easily that this person didn’t have a positive psychological impact on her.
“Dowd.”
As I fell into deep thoughts, Sullivan called me quietly.
“…You can refuse if you want to.”
As soon as I heard that…
I turned my gaze at her. Surely I heard it wrong, right?
“Sorry?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you with all my might. By any means necessary.”
That was when I realized…
The reason why Sullivan had come to deliver this letter on her own despite it coming from the Imperial Household.
This person…
Wished to say that to me privately.
“…”
I looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.
Seriously, was she for real?
Did she really say that I could just ignore the ‘Empress’ Edict’?
Given the level of compelling power it held politically…
It was terrifying to hear the person who held half the power over the entire Empire said that.
After all, ‘refusing’ to follow the Empress’ Edict meant that she wasn’t acknowledging the Empress’ dominion.
In other words…
This person…
Had just said…
That she would put the Empire, no, the entire continent, into a fiery pit of chaos for me.
Just for me.
It didn’t matter if dozens, hundreds, thousands or ten thousands of people died.
She’d take all the responsibilities for it.
“…”
Understanding the depths of her words, I looked at her. My whole body stiffened.
Sullivan continued her words, her gaze was firm.
It was as if…
“…Something might happen to you, Dowd.”
She was confident that she could bear that much burden compared to what she was ‘expecting to happen’.
“Please.”
And from her words, I knew…
“Please do not leave my side this time.”
That she was pleading earnestly.
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