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MLOWMH Chapter 119

MLOWMH Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Six years ago.

It was a rainy and stormy day.

Valar was lying awake in a daze, suffering from a crippling insomnia.

He had succeeded in killing his father, had become Archduke of Halbern, had won everything, but he was too broken to feel anything.

Accomplishment, pride, triumph, elation…

He felt nothing.

All that remained was a terrible boredom and exhaustion.

At some point, he couldn’t sleep at all without the warmth of another person, so many women came and went from his bedroom, but only for a short time.

When the smell of another’s body became unbearable, he stopped because he thought he would strangle the person next to him without realizing it.

If only there were a pill for that.

His body, hardened to poison from an early age, doesn’t respond well to medicine.

In the end, Valar’s way of getting through the long nights was to surround himself with sleep-related relics and artifacts to keep him going for a while.

It was then.

He heard that sound.

-Beep.

A brief location and summoning signal.

It was just that, but Valar’s eyes widened, and rightfully so.

The artifact he had treasured for so long, but had never rung, the one he had always waited for.

“No matter where we are in the world, as long as we have this, we are connected.”

“This will help me find you, and help you find me.”

The ancient artifact, a set of two, was a treasure that Sione’s hid sister had given to Valar behind their father’s back before she was married off.

As soon as he saw the summoning signal, Valar moved without warning anyone.

Moving carefully so that no one could track him, he ran quickly, using every artifact and relic he could find.

He can finally save his sister.

He had been preparing for Sione’s liberation, but it would be better if she escaped first and came to him for help.

Once he has her back, he will protect her no matter what, war or no war, he will do whatever it takes.

The eastern edge of the Southern Empire, in a rural village whose name he doesn’t remember.

“Sister.”

Even the ragged clothes she borrowed from the village could not hide Sione’s beauty.

Valar recognized her at a glance.

Pale and frail, looking as if she might collapse at any moment, Sione greeted Valar with a beaming smile.

“Valar. My sweet little brother.”

Even though he was all grown up and bigger than her, Sione still looked at him like a child.

“Sister.”

Valar froze in his tracks as he was about to embrace Sione, overwhelmed with a feeling of longing and welcome that overwhelmed the time that had passed between them.

Sione was holding something.

Something wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Valar’s expression hardened as soon as he saw the newborn.

‘That child is…’

When he saw Sione again after a few years, she had changed.

She had lost weight, her body was slimmer, and her face, which had once been as smooth as a baby’s skin, was pale and haggard.

But her eyes, once so clear, still shone brightly.

‘Valar, thank you for coming.’

‘Someone asked me, of course I came.’

‘Still, it must have been hard for you to come.’

Before they could properly celebrate, Sione hurriedly handed the child in her arms to Valar, as if she had been waiting.

‘Sister…?’

‘Take care of this child.’

Sione’s expression was heavy.

As if she was sorry to ask such a favor.

‘You’re the only one I can ask.’

‘What kind of favor.’

‘I want you to raise her well. Pretty, loving.’

Valar couldn’t understand why his sister, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, would ask him for such a favor.

After all, he was here to pick her up.

‘You should come with me. I’ll-‘

‘Valar.’

‘…’

‘My cute little brother.’

Sione shook her head.

Valar fell silent.

His clear, straight eyes seemed to have already made up their minds.

She’s.

She’s going to die.

No, maybe she’s already dying.

His breath caught in his throat.

Unsure of what to say, Valar simply opened his lips, then closed them tightly. If he spoke, it would be irreversible.

‘I…’

‘…’

‘If I could somehow-.’

Sione shook her head slowly.

‘It’s not yours to carry.’

‘Sister.’

‘Valar.’

As many things had happened to Valar, so many things had happened to Sione.

‘I can’t go.’

‘You’ll get in a lot of trouble, and I don’t want that, and even if you did, the world wouldn’t stand for it.’

Sione’s calm, soothing voice actually soothed Valar.

‘I don’t want you to be in trouble, I don’t want you to suffer.’

‘So it’s my choice.’

His straight eyes showed not a hint of regret.

‘Before anyone dares to talk about punishing me, I’m going to…’

‘…’

‘To decide my last.’

Sione laughed.

‘In my own ruin, owned by no one, occupied by no one, entirely by my own hand, of my own choosing.’

It was Valar, not Sione, who trembled at the end of his words.

Sione smiled, wiping the damp lashes from his blinking eyes.

‘So don’t cry.’

The smaller body hugged the larger one.

‘My poor little brother.’

So sweet.

‘You should be happy.’

Gentle.

‘Be happy, Valar.’

A blessing like a curse.

‘Now go back, before he comes.’

There was no way Valar could have dared to disobey Sione.

He hugged his sister one last time, apologizing for asking, and she waved him off with a smile that could not have been more wistful and beautiful.

‘Her name is Arellin.’

Valar woke up from a fitful sleep.

Valae raised his arm to shield his eyes as the familiar ceiling came into view.

“Ah…”

The memory of that moment, fuzzy yet clear, haunted Valar every time.

Lowering his arm and staring blankly at the ceiling, Valar turned his head. In his blurry vision, the portrait he’d taken out came into focus.

A woman with a dazzlingly beautiful smile.

“You, too, are women of many secrets.”

The woman in the portrait didn’t respond to Valar’s words.

Valar stared at the person who had given him so much love and happiness and left him in the dust.

“So, did you get what you wanted, sister?”

***

What kind of secrets does her father have?

“Until then, I want you to grow up safely.”

“I’ll do anything for you.”

She always felt precarious and vulnerable with him, but yesterday was even worse.

‘You never told me who my mom was after all.’

She had new doubts about whether he was her biological father.

“You sent me to protect me.”

Do you normally say that to your biological father?

“Um…”

She wondered what secrets he was hiding, but…

But when she saw him looking at her so desperately, his eyes filled with guilt and regret, it didn’t matter.

Who cares about the past?

What matters is the present.

In that sense.

“This is awkward.”

She was facing a present crisis.

An invitation flew from the pagoda.

“★WIN LUCK!★

{This lucky letter is the first of its kind to originate from the Matap…}

“Lucky letter?”

She was silent for a moment after receiving the lucky letter, which warned her of bad luck if she didn’t reach the pagoda within three days.

‘You haven’t given up yet…’

Matap is obsessed with her.

The maiden hides her identity.

“The world won’t leave me alone.”

The Matriarch must have changed the tactics because she didn’t show up, but she was in trouble. She want to live quietly!

“Hah, what am I going to do about this.”

Poof.

“It’s your fault, Ethel.”

The ether rumbled.

“How did my life get so twisted?”

She is too busy trying to get healthy right now.

Besides, it wasn’t just Pession, the manager of the workout hellhole, who was bothering her.

“Arel, hurry!”

“Arel! Hurry!”

Suddenly, the twin Lesser Demons grabbed her arms and restrained her.

“Now we go!”

“We’re going to Sperom!”

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