Chapter 58: The Gravity of the Princess

Chapter 58: The Gravity of the Princess

Communion of souls.

It was my first time too, so due to the simplicity of words, I didnt expect anything monumental.

I thought that if I just connected two souls, that should suffice.

What is this place?

Looking around, I found myself in an enormous rooma place certainly absent from my memory.

The wallpaper was antiquated, the furniture opulent. These luxury items could have been mistaken for those used in a royal palace, yet they possessed an added sense of ancient gravitas.

Stepping out of the room, I immediately felt out of place.

Wrists much thicker than those of Deus, the distinctive yellow undertone of an Asian complexion, and wearing a modern suit

Huh?

An old-fashioned turn of phrase slipped out naturally, catching me off guard as I checked my form.

Looking in the mirror, there I was indeedKim Shin-woo. In my own original form.

I had experienced this just once before.

When I met Deus as a soul.

Does this mean Ive become a soul and entered inside Eleanor?

I needed to stay calm.

It was unclear whether this was a spiritual exchange or a continuation of a dream. It might even be an incident caused simply by the resonance of the power of Lemegeton and the remnants left behind by Mack.

But that wasnt what mattered. The priority was to meet Eleanor.

If my hunch is right, she has to be in here.

And not just herboth of her personas together.

With the thought that encountering both would end this situation, I turned the doorknob and stepped outside.

Creak.

A solemn corridor unfolds before me. It was only after stepping out that I could be certain.

This place is the Royal Palace.

The unique crests of the kingdom, along with the neatly laid red carpet, were proof.

Should I head to Eleanors room first?

I make my way directly to her room. I thought I might encounter someone along the way, but surprisingly, there was no one to be seen.

If this is a dream world, its still unfinished. That must be why it feels incomplete.

With no one watching, I start to run down the corridor. It felt noticeably easier to move about, not being weighed down by Deus overindulgence in drugs and alcohol.

Having grown accustomed to it, I hadnt realizedrunning like this made me fully aware of how much Deus had worn down his body.

Or is it just because Im a soul?

Im not sure, but for now, its not important, I thought as I arrived at Eleanors room.

And surprisingly, I could hear a fierce scolding coming from inside.

Is that the right way to behave now!

Gently opening the door, there stood a young Eleanor and a woman who appeared to be her mother.

Eleanors mother.

Helen Luden Griffin.

It was my first time seeing her in person. To my knowledge, she had long since passed away due to illness.

And before Helen stood young Eleanor, lips sealed tight without a hint of rebellion, head bowed under her mothers scolding.

Do it again! Do it over!

At Helens command, Eleanor steps back and bows cautiously, her gesture brimming with dignity.

But then.

Slap!

Helen strikes Eleanors cheek, a slap so forceful it sends the girl reeling backward. Yet Helen showed no signs of retreat.

I didnt feel like introducing myself as Deus in my current state.

I reach out my hand to the little girl.

Kim Shin-woo. Thats my real name.

Kim Shin-woo?

Eleanor takes my hand, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity, but there was no time to waste.

Already, Helens grotesquely twisted face was peering back at us through the window.

She just wont die.

Eleanor, with a soured expression, glances at Helen and pokes at my thigh.

Lift me up. It seems wiser to flee than to fight.

...

And I think I know where the other Eleanor is. Lets head there.

Where?

Honestly, I didnt feel like carrying her, but Eleanors stride was too short to escape from Helen, who was crawling toward us on all fours.

The rooftop! I sense the other half there.

As I hoist her onto my back upon hearing her answer, Helen bangs her forehead against the ground, screaming.

The princess! Riding on the back of a strange man! Insanity! Insanity! Insanity! Come here! Come heeeere!

Helen starts to catch up at a terrifying pace. I, however, confront her head-on, pushing mana outward to repel her.

Swept away by my mana, Helen crashes into a wall, and we pass by the window she had been pushed through earlier.

The landscape outside doesnt even seem properly formed.

Moreover, the sensations are off; the palace walls look as tall as the skyscrapers of a high-rise building.

I wonder if this is how the palace appeared to Eleanor when she was a child.

Argh!

I release mana, soaring through the sky. Eleanor clings to my neck in panic, but Im not choked.

Moreover, without the ability to use refined magic, my body was swept this way and that as if entrusted to a wild tempest.

Yet, I felt neither dizzy nor nauseous.

Hey, listen!

Eleanor shouts through the artificially raging winds.

When I turn my head slightly to ask why, Eleanor asks with an annoyed expression.

Why did your way of speaking change?

...

No, seriously, its so different. You know, the usual Deus has a somewhat... annoying tone, right?

She speaks her mind without hesitation.

Should I just chalk this up to royal bearing?

Im deliberately making a distinction.

I brush off the question with a simple explanation. Eleanor looks puzzled for the moment, but shes a sharp girl; shell catch on quickly.

Before we knew it, Eleanor and I reached the edge of the building and floated up to the rooftop.

Behind the shimmering, watercolor-like scene, a blonde girl crouching down came into view.

A different Eleanor, this one appearing to be 17.

Just as we were about to approach her.

Dont come closer! She spoke.

Despair was woven into the tremble of her voice.

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