“Episode 65”
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Thanks to the healing magic, Ana, who was suffering less, breathed a little easier. And as the royal soldiers approached Ana, Yuliana shouted sternly.
“Don’t come any closer! Your Majesty! Please listen to me!”
“How…”
Amidst the royal soldiers, the saint walked slowly. Yuliana breathed nervously, her heart pounding.
Seeing her, Yoon muttered, seeming somewhat regretful.
“How can we handle this, now that the duchess has fallen victim to a peculiar spell?”
“Yoon!”
Yuliana turned to Yoon, her expression twisted. Yoon addressed her, his tone softer now that he seemed to have regained his composure.
“You know, Yuliana, do you realize how well I’ve crafted this scenario?”
Yoon chuckled and playfully flicked his fingers in front of Yuliana.
“It’s a bit different from what I expected, but it seems to be going quite well. Do you know how hard my dear Lucian and the others have tried to assist me?”
Ignoring Yoon’s voice ringing in her ears, Yuliana raised her voice, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“Your Majesty! Please withdraw the royal soldiers! When the duchess wakes up, she won’t approve of this!”
“I can’t do that.”
This time, Lucian still didn’t remove his helmet as he stepped forward. The emperor, mounted on his horse, spoke with an authoritarian tone.
“It seems the duchess may be under a peculiar spell, as the saint mentioned. She’s trying to protect that woman even though she attacked the duchess.”
“There’s a high possibility that the maid enchanted the duchess while serving her. It’s a kind of bewitchment magic.”
The saint and the emperor murmured. Yuliana shouted firmly.
“That’s not true!”
Yuliana felt dizzy and bowed her head, feeling like she might vomit.
Everything seemed futile, like a trapped rabbit desperately thrashing around. She shouted, hoping to retain some dignity.
“Her Majesty the Empress will appear in court today. If I were under a peculiar spell, how could Her Majesty trust me to come? She knows how to distinguish special magic from the north—!”
“Duchess.”
Lucian approached the tearful duchess. She had tried everything to avoid the inevitable.
“But please don’t drag Erena into the duchess’s story.”
Lucian, kneeling for the first time, reached out to the duchess with tears in her eyes.
“Your, Your Majesty!”
Suddenly!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The sharp spear lodged in Ana’s body pierced through her delicate organs and flesh, causing her to gasp for air and foam at the mouth.
Yuliana slowly watched it all unfold. The blood splattered, Ana’s labored breaths, and her final moments closing her mouth with foam.
“Ahh!”
Yuliana buried her face in Ana’s lifeless body. In the ensuing darkness, she heard Yoon’s mocking voice.
“She’s dead. This is all your fault. It’s a talent to kill anyone who touches the Savior’s subject, dear.”
This time, there was no response.
Yuliana had fainted.
The laughing saint dodged away from him. As he chased after her, slashing and stabbing, the buzzing of insects gradually turned into clear ‘words’. The saint whispered unwanted information into his ear.
About what he did with the youngest maid he couldn’t save, and how his wife died trying to save that maid. About how the cowardly emperor betrayed his old friend just to protect his wife. Even in her place…
Listening to those words, Evan swung his sword frantically.
The saint also said other things. That she was the protagonist of this world, and they were no different from other paper dolls. That they were born in this world to entertain her a little more…
“Nonsense.”
Evan swung his sword repeatedly at the fallen saint before him.
But it was strange. The dead saint rose again and repeated the same words like a curse from the gods.
“Yuliana Oven is dead, so you need to try harder. So I can have more fun with you.”
Evan chased after her.
He had to, to find his wife.
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“Darn it, it’s so damp…”
While Yoon was playing hide and seek with Evan, Yuliana Oven was rising from an old underground cemetery.
When she collapsed over Ana’s body, even she couldn’t guarantee her own life. With her inherently weak body, it was natural for her to collapse after experiencing such a shocking event.
Recalling Ana, whom she couldn’t protect, Yuliana felt her heart ache as if it were being torn apart. With a choked voice, she barely managed to breathe.
“Hoo…”
She had been hiding here for almost a month, disguised as dead. And she had to do everything in her power to prevent her father, who seemed ready to start a revolution thinking her death was real, from doing anything rash.
After dealing with the body, her father, gathering the soldiers of the Oven noble family, made the decision to attack the real palace, believing it was a true attack on the royal family. Unable to believe that his buried daughter had risen, he breathed heavily with his chubby hands.
That was a month ago.
She explained to her father that she was a reincarnated person and that the “saint” was a demon threatening the empire. It was a rough story, but it was somewhat true. To those who didn’t know that this place was a ‘story’.
Unable to believe in his daughter’s resurrection, the Oven patriarch knelt in front of her and cried several times. She couldn’t bring herself to tell her father that she faked her death.
With her resurrected daughter, the Oven patriarch firmly declared her as the saint and swore to help her with her tasks.
“It’s fortunate that Father is a faithful believer…”
Yuliana, who had stuffed herself with food and water given by her father, escaped from the stuffy coffin.
After fainting, Yuliana, who had truly teetered on the brink of death, decided to decorate her death as a real ‘death’.
If she had to fight against “Yoon,” who had become the protagonist of this world, there was no choice. Yoon could bring the original probability, or create a completely different story based on the original.
Then what would happen if a person she didn’t kill died? For example, Yuliana Oven herself.
In the world Yoon knows, if Yuliana Oven, who died, could escape from his mental attacks.
Having finished her thoughts, she anxiously awaited news. Because it was around this time that the messenger who would deliver the news should come.
Not long after, the messenger she had been waiting for arrived. A soaking wet sparrow fluffed up its feathers and spoke.
“Yuliana! I’m here!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Yuliana threw a broken walnut at the sparrow she greeted warmly. Even with her attitude, the sparrow didn’t show any resentment and eagerly cracked the walnut to eat.
“The emperor is with the empress. He thinks it’s safer for the empress to sleep a little longer. Well, that’s not a bad idea. As you know, Yoon is on a rampage. If he slips up a little, he might kill the empress. In that respect, maybe the emperor has a good head.”
“Yeah. And what else? Evan? How’s the situation with the duke’s family?”
The sparrow, shaking off the raindrops noisily, said.
“That duke’s family you confined me to?”
“Don’t talk nonsense. People are saying you’re really dead, how can I just sit still! Look at this, half of my beak is bent and all my claws are gone!”
The sobbing sparrow tried to change the subject, but Yuliana firmly interrupted.
“So, how’s the situation now? We’ve heard that the royal family is saving the duke’s family from the dark magic, and that the saint is doing purification work. Has Evan woken up? Is Yoon not messing around with him? I’m curious about that.”
Unable to hide her anxiety, Yuliana shook hands with the sparrow.
The sparrow, who was about to say something about the bent beak, shook its head in guilt. After dropping the walnut it had been eating so well, the sparrow finally spoke.
“Because of you, I had to use my claws to escape!”
