She Was Sent by God

 

 

“Is the legend real?”

“What legend?”

 

The dragon asked.

 

“It is said that those who meet a dragon and look into their eyes will make their wishes come true.”

 

Somewhere in her memory, she recalled a fleeting glimpse from a fairy tale book.

She had laughed it off and dismissed it when her nanny had shown it to her, but Chavolti had taken the contents of that fairy tale book quite seriously.

 

“A wish? Well, since you summoned me, there’s nothing I can’t grant. If you can pay the price, I’ll listen.”

 

The dragon spoke gently as if he had become the incarnation of mercy.

 

“What I want is…”

“Tell me anything.”

 

Thousands of thoughts crossed her mind. Should she ask for Sebastian to be torn to shreds? Should she drag him out of the throne of Nirseg and have him killed in the most pitiful manner? Should she ask for him to suffer the same disgrace and humiliation that she had endured? Should she demand his eyeballs be gouged out, his skin ripped apart, and his intestines fed to the dogs?

 

“…Save him.”

“Him?”

 

Tears streamed down unexpectedly. The tears that flowed down her cheeks gathered on the ground.

 

“Save that man, my husband, Laslo”

 

But what came out of her mouth was not revenge.

The person who filled her mind was not Sebastian, but Laslo Arpad.

The three years she spent with him had passed slowly

Laslo was certainly not always affectionate and kind.

But on days when she was in pain, he always asked about her well-being through the maid, and when he went far away, he would look her in the eyes and tell her how long he would be gone and where he was going.

If there were any unfavorable remarks about the princess by the vassals, he would erupt in anger on her behalf.

 

“Don’t cry, human.”

 

Eugene reached out his hand and gently wiped Agnes’s wet cheek. It was a very tender touch.

 

“I’m willing to die in his place, so please bring that man back to life. Please. My wish…. That’s all I want.”

 

If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have died.

 

The guilt scratching her chest bothered Agnes day and night. Whenever she closed her eyes, she thought of his rotten arm.

In the dark dawn, where they parted without saying goodbye properly, hunted her.

 

“I’m sorry, but there is no way to bring back the dead.”

 

Eugene slowly shook his head.

 

“Aren’t you an almighty dragon? Take anything of mine. Arms, legs, head, and even my heart. No, it doesn’t matter if it’s my soul. Anything is fine. Please save that man. Save him.”

 

In the end, Agnes couldn’t control the overwhelming emotions and cried uncontrollably.

Her chest ached as if pierced by a sharp dagger.

He silently withdrew his hand from Agnes’s cheek.

 

“It doesn’t matter what the price is?”

 

It had been a long time since her tears dried up.

Without hesitation, Agnes nodded immediately in response to the dragon’s question.

 

“Alright. Then.”

 

With a simple gesture from him, the ropes that had been restraining Agnes loosened, and her body floated up.

As her toes left the ground, Agnes flinched in surprise.

 

“What is your name?”

“Agnes Arpad.”

 

Agnes was somehow unable to breathe when he met his golden eyes.

 

“Okay. Agnes. Let’s do this.”

 

Eugene pulled Agnes towards him.

His right hand passed from her head to her cheek, collarbone, and stopped above her left chest.

 

“Ah, argh!”

 

Unexpectedly, Eugene’s finger pierced Agnes’s skin.

 

She couldn’t breathe. It was a pain different from being struck by an arrow in the back.

 

She struggled violently in the air.The pain was too intense for her to think about anything. All she could feel vividly was the finger digging into her flesh.

 

“l’ll share my energy with you Agnes.”

 

His voice was as sweet as honey.

 

“Ah!”

 

Eugene’s finger touched her dynamically beating heart.

It hurt so much that she wanted to faint, but she couldn’t even lose consciousness.

 

“Through my energy, you will be able to go back to the past when that man was still alive.”

 

Her vision gradually blurred. He rummaged through her chest mercilessly. At some point, she crossed the threshold of pain, and she no longer felt the agony.

 

“Instead, do not forget.”

 

Agnes gazed at Eugene’s face with difficulty.

He continued to smile gently.

 

“Your soul belongs to me now”

 

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“Hmm.”

 

[Do you remember now?]

 

The pain of penetrating her flesh vividly comes to mind.

Agnes trembled violently.

She remembered everything so vividly that it was incomprehensible why she had forgotten.

The golden eyes stared intently at her.

The eyes watching them around them increased.

 

“That’s rude, wizard.”

 

Unable to move due to stiffness, Laslo stepped forward in place of Agnes.

He roughly grabbed Eugene’s hand that touched Agnes’s cheek and pulled it down.

 

“Oh.”

 

Eugene glanced down at his caught wrist.

 

“Was I rude?”

 

He seemed amused. Laslo grabbed Agnes’ shoulder and pulled it toward him.

 

“It’s even more surprising that you don’t know it is rude to touch someone else’s wife’s cheek. In addition, she is Nirseg’s princess, Wizard. You should beg for forgiveness right now.”

 

Despite the clear and firm hostility, Eugene maintained a smiling face.

 

“Hmm”

 

He stepped back a few steps with a lively look.

 

“I apologize, Princess. I am not familiar with human etiquette.”

 

It took a long time for Agnes to catch her breath and calm her heaving chest.

 

“Go back.”

 

She barely raised her hand. Her legs felt weak.

 

“I’ll look forward to the day we meet again. Princess.”

 

He disappeared with an unrealistic smile.

Agnes felt like her head was about to explode from the complexity of the situation. 

As Agnes stumbled, Laslo grabbed her arm and supported her. 

 

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you want to officially punish the wizard, send a letter to the head of the wizards or ask for a duel if you want an informal solution.”

 

Agnes looked up at Laslo’s face. It doesn’t seem like a joke at all.

 

“Are you serious? He is a wizard.”

“And he was rude to the princess.”

 

Agnes shook her head and grabbed Laslo’s arm.

 

“No. That man is…”

 

She couldn’t finish her words and looked at Laslo’s eyes for a long time.

She realized once again how grateful she was to be alive and able to face him like this. And what she should do next.

 

“Princess?”

“Let’s just let this go.”

 

Laslo seemed dissatisfied, but he didn’t add anything else.

 

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“We have a guest.”

 

“For me? I don’t have any scheduled appointments. Who is the visitor?”

 

The maid hesitated for a moment at Agnes’ question.

 

“He didn’t reveal his name. He only said they wanted to apologize for yesterday’s rudeness.”

 

Even without being told who it was, Agnes knew. 

She let out a soft sigh.

 

“Bring him in.”

 

The maid went out, bowing her head.

Shortly after, a man with red hair appeared, smiling.

 

“You’ve become more beautiful than yesterday, Princess.”

 

He greeted her casually.

 

“Call me Duchess Arpad. Wizard.”

“Didn’t I tell you my name?”

“Do I have to call you that?”

 

At that moment, Eugene silently flicked his finger.

The four maids guarding the drawing room left even though they weren’t asked to, even closing the door behind them.

 

“Now say it. My name.”

 

He leaned back and crossed his legs. The atmosphere changed in an instant.

 

“………Eugene.”

 

She called his name with a crumpled face.

 

“You remember.”

 

There was no way she could forget. In the midst of the fading pain, his golden eyes shone like an engraving.

 

“Why did you come to see me? To take my soul?”

“Your soul already belongs to me, Agnes.”

“Then?”

“I came because I missed you.”

 

In contrast to Eugene’s face, which bloomed like a flower, Agnes’ face was wrinkled as if he smelled something weird.

 

“I hope you don’t say anything that can cause misunderstandings.”

“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? That I miss you? Or that you belong to me?”

“Both are uncomfortable to hear.”

 

As Agnes’s expression wrinkled, Eugene’s laughter grew louder.

 

“I really missed you, Agnes.”

 

He whispered affectionately as if reuniting with a long-lost lover.

Eugene reached out his hand towards her, but Agnes turned her head to avoid it.

 

“Thanks to that damn constraint, I can only meet you now.”

 

“Constraint?”

 

“Dragons are not a free being. So there are many constraints to move around here.”

 

Instead of asking more about the constraints, she decided to ask what she was really curious about.

 

“Did I really return to the past?”

 “Yes.”

“Then the future can be changed, right?”

 

While small things may have changed, the main course remained the same. Agnes couldn’t shake off a sense of unease.

 

“Well…”

 

Eugene smiled at Agnes instead of giving a direct answer.

 

“It’s up to you.”

 

He reached out his arm and placed his hand above her left chest.

 

“Since I gave you half of my energy, you can change the future yourself.”