Chapter 307

[ 307. I will keep it. ]

#307

“I... don’t.”

Schlieffen said. Adeshan, who met his eyes, hardened like a stone statue. The storm that swirled around the Pale Castle had subsided before anyone knew it.

It meant that the fierce battle had finally come to an end. Adeshan, who had maintained his cool since his personality was replaced, let out embarrassment for the first time.

“You really against the archbishops...!”

Instead of replying, Schlieffen made a gesture of throwing something. Took. A sphere flew in a parabola and landed at Adeshan’s feet. It was the head of the last Archbishop, Le Tansie, who was killed.

The cut surface was clean. Her beautiful face hardened into a mixture of anger and astonishment. The savior behind me muttered with admiration.

“This is a face I know.”

Le Thanxie, a witch who has been infamous for hundreds of years. Among the archbishops of Nebula Clazier, he was one of the strongest. Adeshan swallowed a thick saliva and continued.

“...really killed them all. five people.”

I couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t there, but she was aware of the aura that was transmitted from the top of the tower. The five archbishops who received the power of the starlight were clearly stronger than Schlieffen.

It was a result that could only be called a miracle. The appearance of Schlieffen, now covered in blood and becoming a walking rag, evidenced the terrible battle. Breathing heavily, he reached out his hand toward Adeshan.

“Or... please come here.”

Schlieffen’s gaze stayed on the bottle containing the savior’s blood. Adeshan, who managed to regain his composure, shook his head resolutely.

“no. Healing wounds comes first.”

“Miss Iril...doesn’t harm people.”

“That’s right. But now you would die just by brushing against me.”

Adeshan shot. As she said, Schlieffen’s condition was very serious. It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed and died immediately.

I had to force myself to rest. It was the moment Adeshan was trying to take control of his mind. Shirik! A strong wind from behind her blew away the bottle in her hand.

“oh!”

The bottle flew in a straight line and landed in Schlieffen’s grasp. It was the wind through his ability. Schlieffen put the bottle in his inner pocket and opened his mouth.

“Believe me....”

“Stubbornness...! Anyway, if you get within a certain range, you will definitely become an idiot like everyone else. Indulging in false happiness that you will never have.”

“...No, it is not. I bet that.”

Adeshan frowned at the incomprehensible words. Instead of explaining why, Schlieffen looked at Iril again.

“Don’t come near me...!”

She was still slicing through the oncoming pursuers to the point of not dying. She had beautiful flowing silver-white hair. Schlieffen, who was staring at Lee, smiled lightly.

“Because I’m already...happy enough.”

“...what?”

Adeshan laughed. It was absurd nonsense. However, Schlieffen’s eyes were burning with a resolution he had never seen before.

It was the car in which she had been dazed for a moment. bang! Schlieffen, who took advantage of the gap and turned his back, spurred the ground and ran out.

“Wait a minute!”

Adeshan hurriedly reached out, but it was already too late. It was surprising that such energy remained. Watching Schlieffen move away quickly, she clicked her tongue.

“shit.”

Now, even if I wanted to dry it, I couldn’t. Adeshan estimated the distance between Iril and him with a nervous feeling. A thousand steps...seven hundred steps...

“What?”

Adeshan’s eyes, which had been measuring the distance suddenly, widened. Schlieffen did not stop even though he was within the range of Iril’s ability.

He was enduring hallucinations that neither Jaifa nor Lorhorn Orsay could overcome. In an instant, he reached Iril’s vicinity and stopped in place. Iril, terrified, pointed the point at him.

“Who else is here?! Why do you keep torturing us...?”

“...Ms. Lee.”

“Don’t come any closer...”

“...Ms. You have to come to your senses.”

Schlieffen said firmly. The gap between the two had completely narrowed. Iril staggered in a dream right in front of him.

“Don’t interfere with my happiness...”

Erill muttered, clutching at the hilt. He seemed to know what he was looking at even without an explanation. The blissful illusions of brainwashing were overshadowing her sufferings.

“What you’re seeing right now... Cool, everything is a lie. Even if it’s hard... you have to see the truth.”

“No...I have children...here in Nimburton...”

Erill muttered to himself. It was painful, but I had to wake up. Schlieffen slowly took out the bottle from his waistband.

“Here’s your mouth...”

Inside the transparent glass bottle, the savior’s blood was splashing. He brought the bottle to Iril’s mouth with a careful motion, as if handling a jewel.

“No... no...”

Iril shook his head. The hand holding the hilt looked like it would shoot out at any moment. Schlieffen opened her lips in a natural, unforced motion.

“...oh my god.”

Adeshan, who had been watching, closed her eyes tightly before opening them. It was radiating from its entire body an intense life force that would make a normal human faint or go crazy at once.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks. I was so nervous I couldn’t see properly. Even if Iril’s judgment was slightly twisted now, Schlieffen would become a cold corpse.

Then Schlieffen carefully tilted the bottle in his hand. The savior’s blood slipped down the bottleneck and entered Iril’s mouth. gulp. She accidentally swallowed a sip and started coughing violently.

“Coke! Kaak! Kaaaaagh!”

“This sheep...!”

A look of bewilderment crept over Schlieffen’s face. It was a deep cough, as if it were going to regurgitate the intestines. He supported Iril, forgetting about his own situation. A few seconds passed that seemed like an eternity.

“...ah?”

Iril, who was coughing, raised his head. Nimburton and the children were not yet visible in the blurry vision. Rubbing her eyes a couple of times, she shrugged.

“Such Schlieffen...?!”

A familiar face was in front of me. The memory was sparsely interrupted. Behind Schlieffen’s scarred shoulder was a completely different landscape.

“What the hell happened...?”

The luxurious room had turned into a bloody and smoky battlefield. I couldn’t remember anything after putting the strange tiara on my head. At that time, a tear ran down Schlieffen’s cheek, who was clenching his teeth.

“Are you okay? Tears...”

“...ugh.”

Instead of answering, Schlieffen wiped his eyes with his sleeve. The dripping water was melting the burnt bloodstains. He looked at Illil again and opened his mouth.

“It’s fortunate...”

There was not a single wound left on Iril’s body that came to his senses. The pain she had suffered since the moment she was kidnapped had subsided. The memory of the promise he had made with Ronan to protect Leel was running through his mind.

The mind that had reached its limit was collapsing. Schlieffen, who had finished wringing out his tears, suddenly grabbed Iril’s hands. The main voice escaped from between his parted lips.

“I love you...”

“......Yeah?!”

Erill’s eyes widened. She showed a look of bewilderment, but Schlieffen still did not let go. The blood that drained to the point of stupor was helping him to speak the words he had been holding back all this time.

“It’s an insignificant life... but I’ll give my life... for the rest of my life... to protect you.”

“What are you saying all of a sudden...I’m a commoner, and Mr. Schlieffen...no, it hurts more than that...!”

Lily’s face turned red. At least, it wasn’t a story worth telling in a place and situation like this. She was also confused, but she could tell that the Schlieffen in front of her was not normal.

Iril, who managed to get his hand off, was trying to tend to Schlieffen’s wound. He took one more step forward and hugged her as if he were about to collapse. It’s pretty strong too.

“Ah...”

Iril’s eyes widened. Warmth was transmitted through the arms that touched each other. In a world where all sounds except for the beating of the heart were blocked, Schlieffen murmured.

“Please...marry me.”