Chapter 220

‘Shut up.’

Yelena put all her weight on her heel to step on the Holy Sword. Then, she looked at Thomas, worry written all over her face.

“Thomas, are you okay?”

“…I-I’m okay. I was just surprised, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“You were so surprised your legs lost strength?”

“I was just exaggerating.”

Sweat dripped down Thomas’s forehead profusely. Anyone could tell that he wasn’t exaggerating.

[Wow, his pain tolerance is great.]

‘Shut your mouth.’

[I don’t have a mouth…]

‘Do you want me to trample you with my foot until sunrise?’

The Holy Sword went quiet. Yelena sighed softly.

“I’m sorry, Thomas. This sword… is an Ego Sword. I didn’t know it functioned like this.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m okay! Don’t worry about me!”

“You should go see Dockter.”

Thomas shook his head. “I’m really o…”

“That’s an order.”

“…”

“I’ll call Dockter, so make sure you go and get checked.”

“…Understood.”

After that, Yelena sent the three knights back. She looked down at the Holy Sword with an unsavory look.

[You worry too much. I didn’t cause any particular injuries to your knight. He’s just a little hurt, that’s all. Actually, not ‘just a little…’ kind of a lot?]

Yelena didn’t respond. She thought that she might forget that that sword was the Holy Sword and throw it out the window if she continued talking to it.

“Kaywhin.”

“Yes, Yelena.”

“About the Holy Sword. By the looks of it… I think you’re the only person who can handle it.”

Kaywhin nodded. He had also seen Thomas clutching his arm in pain.

“Can I leave the Holy Sword in your care for the time being?”

“Of course.”

[I don’t mind staying in the storage room. It’s spacious, clean, and cozy.]

“And please keep it a secret that I’ve awoken the Holy Sword’s power, to the knights as well.”

“I agree. Nothing good will come from more people knowing about it.”

[Um… Are you acting like my voice doesn’t exist?]

Yelena ignored the voice in her head with a calm expression.

‘Moreover, considering the timing of the demon invasion, I feel like it’s a little early for the Holy Sword’s power to have awakened already… Well, it probably doesn’t matter.’

[Invasion? Invasion, you say. Does something happen in the future, by any chance?]

“Well then, why don’t we make our way to the dining room to eat? We’ll look for a sheath for the Holy Sword after we eat.”

“Very well.”

The couple lovingly held hands and left the bedroom.

The Holy Sword was left all alone on the bedroom floor.

[…Hmph.]

***

Inside a quiet bedroom, a woman, as pallid as a corpse, laid completely still in bed with her eyes closed. Her light golden hair, which had lost its shine and was now brittle, spread around her head.

A man stood in the room, watching as a doctor silently examined the woman. Then he asked, “Is there any improvement?”

“Young Master.”

The doctor removed his hand that was checking the woman’s pulse and pushed his glasses up.

“Her pulse is faint… but her breathing is stable and her complexion is improving slowly.”

“This is improving? She still looks like a corpse.”

“She was much paler at first compared to now.”

The man looked at the woman’s blue lips. When he had first arrived, her lips had been purple.

‘I thought she was really dead back then.’

The man watched the woman quietly and then turned around.

“If there’s any sign that she’ll gain consciousness, let me know immediately.”

“Yes, understood.”

The man left the bedroom and walked through the corridor. Then, he ran into a tall young man who was coming from the opposite direction.

“Young Master Ovell,” the tall young man, Michael, said after bowing in greeting to the man. “How is Lady Rebecca?”

After Rebecca had failed to kidnap Yelena in the dressing room in the capital, her subordinate, Michael, had taken her and fled.

“Michael! Escape from here at once… Agh!”

“Y-Young Miss!”

They had been struck severely by Sidrion’s magic when they had attempted to escape from the dressing room. Both of them had sustained serious injuries, to the extent that pieces of their entrails were mixed in the blood they left pools of.

But Michael held Rebecca and ran all night in that state, escaping the capital before a siege was formed.

He wasn’t human, after all.

To be precise, after drinking blood that Rebecca had given him several times, his body became one that could not be considered human. He had monstrous recuperative powers, which allowed him to heal completely from the injuries he had sustained.

But Rebecca was different.