“Is this why you insisted on a trial?”
There was nowhere to run. Lasilia was barefoot. Shadow knights, who could run several times faster than her barefoot self, blocked her escape route.
Jump and run…
Meanwhile, the emperor came forward.
“Strange… There’s no way I would like it.”
Lescal stopped right in front of Lasilia and tilted his head. His golden eyes were sharp and confused at the same time.
“You said you lost your memory. You won’t just remember the Little Duke.”
Next, the golden eye turned to Lasilia’s hand, which Ternaden was clutching with pride.
“Let it go for now.”
“No… I don’t like it.”
Ternaden gritted his teeth and spoke nonsense.
“I can’t let go.”
“What if I don’t let go?”
Lescal grabbed Ternaden’s other wrist.
“What can a ball do?”
“If I let my sister go… shit!”
Ternaden screamed between his teeth as he spoke. A crunching sound came from Lescal’s wrist. Ternaden’s expression was cruelly distorted.
“Let go.”
“No, I can’t…”
Crump!
“Ugh!”
In the end, it was Lasilia who stopped the situation.
“Let it go, Your Majesty.”
Lescal slowly looked away.
“If you let go of that.”
“I already let it go.”
“…”
Lasilia was holding up her hand that had been captured by Ternaden. This happened without Ternaden, who was distraught from her pain, unaware.
“Sister!”
Ternaden called out to Lasilia with her sad eyes. Lasilia nodded her head slightly, as if feeling sorry for him.
“…then.”
Swish!
Lescal let go of Ternaden’s wrist.
“Catch him and lock him up.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Serven quickly captured Ternaden and handed him over to the Royal Guard.
“Sister! No! …No!”
Ternaden screamed as he was dragged away. His affection, which had no way of being reciprocated, was somehow heartbreaking.
“I think this story will be long.”
Lescal swept up his disheveled bangs.
“It would be best to go back to the palace first.”
He took Lasilia’s hand. Her hand retracted reflexively.
“…”
Lescal stretched out his hand again. Lasilia moved behind her to avoid him.
“…I don’t think you know yet.”
After looking at his empty hands for a moment, Lescal continued.
“You can’t go anywhere without me. First of all, the entire area around here was sealed off. Wherever you decide to go, the tracking team will follow you. I’m done running away.”
“So, are you telling me to go back as if nothing happened? Are you telling me to go back and live as an empress? In this situation?”
The plan was a failure. The duke, who was supposed to assist in the dethronement, lost part of his consciousness in the temple, and was captured by the Little Guard of the Duke of Piellion, who tried to help him escape. There was nothing she could do now. All that was left for Lasilia was to wait with anxious anticipation as to when the emperor would kill her.
‘You can’t live like that.’
Lasilia asked this.
‘You can’t die like that. I can’t accept a death like that.’
So she had to do something.
“I can’t do that, Your Majesty.”
“If you can’t do that. Then what can I do?”
Lescal asked, twisting his lips.
“You are barefoot. There is only one piece of clothing on my bare body. There is no one to help anymore. What more are you trying to do in this situation?”
“At least I can say that I don’t want to be around your Majesty.”
“…what?”
The twisted lips distorted the entire expression. The familiar expressionless expression seemed twisted and torn apart at this moment.
“I cannot be your Majesty’s companion. I realized this when I heard that the markings were disappearing. That is proof that I am not Your Majesty’s companion. Find His Majesty’s true companion before it’s too late. I know your Majesty has little time.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
Lescal didn’t listen.
“You are my companion.”
“No. Didn’t they say the mark disappeared?”
“Do you believe the temple’s indictment and not my eyes? There is no reason for that. No priest has ever confirmed your mark.”
Unless she took off her clothes and proved it right here, Lescal would not believe that the mark had been removed.
“That’s how I feel.”
So Lasilia’s words became a little harsher.
“How can someone who cannot feel affection at all be a companion? I cannot love you, Your Majesty. My heart probably belongs to someone else, even if I can’t remember.”
Crunchy.
Lescal clenched his fists. The white protruding nodes looked painful, like black scales growing out.
“Do you mean the young duke?”
“I heard a rumor that she was in a romantic relationship with him. I guess that’s right.”
“How do you know this just by hearing rumors?”
“Didn’t you just see it? How he cares for me. He is the one who gave everything he had for me. He’s harder not to be affectionate.”
“…”
Lescal closed his eyes tightly.
“Then take what I have. Anything.”
“No. One such person is enough. And the Duke has already become that person.”
“I am… I can’t believe it.”
Lescal opened his eyes. A black shadow was cast around Tuduk and Geuman. No, it wasn’t a shadow. It was black scales.
“Your majesty!”
The shadow knights shouted in surprise. However, this did not mean that the mutation stopped.
“You were mine from the moment you were born. As if I were yours. There’s no way you could ever have someone else in your heart.”
He cracked his forehead. Blood flowed through the cracked skin. If the mutation continues, horns will grow from that gap.
“Your majesty…”
Lasilia couldn’t say anything. Even before the Blue Moon appeared, the Emperor’s appearance was changing. It probably means that she is experiencing such great turmoil that he couldn’t control his demon blood. The evidence was the golden eyes that swayed like waves crashing. She could feel the commotion shaking the emperor right now.
Lescal took Lasilia’s hand, his fingernails beginning to turn red.
“You can’t shake me off with your strength. Even if you were lucky enough to escape from this situation, the same would apply. Wherever you went, I would have found you… It goes back like this.”
“Your Majesty, I-”
Lasilia tried to persuade Lescal somehow.
“I cannot have affection for someone who wants to imprison me. Your Majesty’s behavior now seems to be proof that I am not your companion. Please think again.”
It was then.
Wooooow.
Just like when she was locked alone in that small room waiting for the trial, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the air.
“Ah…!”
The spell that Ternaden bought was not over yet. The spell was intended to make Lasilia escape safely. With Lasilia unable to escape, the spell was revived.
“Sister!”
The shadow became a passage, and Ternaden reached out from within the passage.
“Hold my hand! You can run away!”
“Crazy…! What kind of shaman have you met? Decan!”
Ryan held a sword and ran towards us. Decan crossed his hands, closed his eyes, and began to chant something.
“Sister! I do not have time!”
The passage became narrower little by little. Ryan was running at a crazy speed. Lasilia held Ternaden’s hand.
“…Ugh!”
At that moment, she felt pain. Lescal’s hand, completely covered in scales, grabbed her hand and the scales pricked her skin.
“Don’t go.”
“Sister!”
Thump, thud.
Lescal’s forehead was completely split. His blood began to pour out.
“Sister! What are you doing! The passage is disappearing!”
Ternaden let out a yell that sounded like a scream, while Lescal’s voice lowered in pain.
“I will do anything. Take whatever I have. Ask for anything… Instead, don’t love another human being.”
“Your majesty…”
“If you can’t like me, I’ll accept that. I will wait. But that is no reason why you can choose another human being.”
“…”
Wow. Hot blood poured out and soaked his face. Between the reddened face, unusual golden eyes stood out. The sight wasn’t terrible and scary; it just looked painful.
“Sister!”
The passageway was reduced by nearly half. Ternaden sadly called out to Lasilia.
“Lord Piellion! Let go of Her Majesty’s hand! Or we’ll cut it for you!”
Finally, Ryan arrived in front of her passage and swung her sword, aiming for Ternaden’s wrist.
“…Huh?”
However, she could not enter the black passage.
“Sister!”
Ternaden, whose heart became impatient, grabbed Lasilia’s hand with both of his hands and pulled her towards him.
“Lord Piellion!”
Silf!
Ryan moved her knife again, but it still only slipped outside the passage. Ryan threw her knife and tried to put her hand inside the passage. But she couldn’t do that either. She could see it but couldn’t touch it. Ryan screamed.
“Decan! not there yet? Damn it! I can’t do anything! You can’t go in here!”
Instead of answering, Decan memorized the spell faster. The passage narrowed noticeably quickly.
“Sister!”
“Take anything. Anything I have.”
No one on either side had any intention of letting go. It was a moment when I had to choose one of the two. Lasilia looked back at Ternaden.
“Sister…?”
“Let go of her hand.”
“Sister!”
“I will cut out the Duke’s feelings for the Empress here. The ball follows its path, and I follow my path. Thank you for your affection.”
“Sister… Why is my sister… Why…”
Ternaden stuttered, his eyes devastated. Lasilia gave strength to the hand he was holding. Surprisingly, his hand came off easily. It was that moment.
“…That’s it!”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… Fit!
Decan finished his spell, and the passage disappeared.
“Sister…!”
Ternaden’s shout left a faint echo in the air. The situation where the voice of an invisible person echoed through the air was very strange and saddening to her at the same time.
“Let go now.”
Lasilia spoke to Lescal. As he held her hand without answering, Lasilia grabbed Lescal’s hand with her other hand and pulled her hand away from her forcible hold.
Tsk!
Somewhere the scales were scratched. The inside of her ring finger was cut and blood began to leak out.
“…”
Lescal saw that and tried to stretch out his hand.
“No, it’s okay.”
Lasilia stopped him. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Lasilia couldn’t leave Lescal, so she didn’t choose him. She had chosen not to run away with Duke Piellion. Not to run away using someone else’s power, but to end things properly.
“As requested by Your Majesty, I will forget about the others. I will never mention Lord Piellion again. If there are any feelings left that I don’t remember, I will erase those feelings from my memory as well.”
“Then…”
For a moment, warmth appeared on his blood-stained face.
“You said you would do anything in return. So, let me request it.”
However, the warmth froze at Lasilia’s next words.
“…Please divorce me.”
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