Chapter 155

While listening to Violet and looking at Perez, Gallahan got up from his seat.

It was a straight, quick walk, though stumbling for a while.

But a man was waiting for Gallahan on the road.

It was Lord Ivan, who grew old in a few days.

Lord Ivan talked as he approached Gallahan with a stiff complexion.

"Si, Sir Lombardy..."

People's eyes were focused on the servile and shabby appearance.

"Please, listen to me..."

But Lord Ivan couldn't say any more.

It was because eyes with indescribable anger and tremendous pressure came as if they were pressing Lord Ivan.

Gallahan did not say anything.

He looked at Lord Ivan, who was stepping back little by little and walked back toward Perez.

Rattle! Rattle!

As he moves closer to Perez, Gallahan heard a mechanical repetition.

And the moment he finally stood behind Perez, Gallahan gritted his teeth.

Rattle dug...

Rattle dug...

Perez was lifting a stone with his bare hands.

He doesn't even have the strength to stand. He's sitting on his knees.

His fingertips holding the stone were already covered in blood.

But Perez's gaze was fixed only in the ground.

Like he thinks he'll see Tia when he gets there.

"Stop, Prince."

Gallahan said, taking a step closer.

Perez stopped moving and slowly looked back.

"...Gallahan Lombardy?"

Perez's face was even worse.

There were small and big scratches, and his lips were cracked and blood was hardened.

But it was Perez's eyes that thrilled Gallahan more than that.

Empty, unfocused, cloudy red eyes.

His daughter has spoken before.

The story of the first time she met Perez by chance at the Palace.

“It was red, but it looked like a fallen leaf that seemed to crumble and disappear if you hit it, Perez at that time.”

Perez, who sat on the ground and looked up at Gallahan, looked as if he had returned to that time.

A small child who lived alone in the woods before meeting his daughter.

Gallahan bent his knees, keeping Perez at eye level.

"Yes, it's me."

Upon hearing the sweet voice of Gallahan, Perez's face was distorted.

"...Sorry. I couldn't protect Tia."

Perez said in a trembling voice.

"I should have been... With her."

With such a murmur, Perez began to move like a machine again.

Rattled and dug up rocks and dirt.

"I'm sure I'll find Tia."

"Just..."

Tap.

Gallahan took Perez by the hand.

And he asked.

"If Tia looks at Your Highness now, what do you think she will say?"

Perez looked down at his body instead of answering.

And shut up tight.

"I think you already know the answer. You'll probably be scolded loudly. And I'm going to get in trouble, too. What have I done without stopping you from doing this?"

Gallahan said so and pulled the stone out of Perez's hand.

"You need to take a rest now."

"I don't want to rest..."

"I'm not asking you to rest for your sake. It's for Tia."

Gallahan said firmly.

"It is said that we need Your Highness's Aura Sword to break the enormous rock below. That way, I can get my daughter out safely and quickly."

"I can still use Aura."

Perez picked up the sword that was lying next to him and blew in his mana.

But Aura rose as feeble as a haze for a moment, not as formative as before.

"Ah..."

Perez looked down at his sword for a moment and said nothing.

"Look at that. I am telling you that this is of no help to Tia."

Gallahan raised Perez by the shoulder, speaking more strongly.

It's usually out of the question, but Perez came up all too easily.

That said, he was so exhausted.

Gallahan sighed softly and frowned.

"We will support you."

Before he knew it, Lombardy's knights came to the side and said.

The twins, Clerivan, and Violet were also together.

Gallahan handed Perez over to the knight and spoke sternly.

"Take a rest and join forces from now on. They say we'll be able to remove all the rocks by tomorrow. That's when we need His Highness."

"But before that, you'll need my Aura to split the big rock."

Perez shook his head at the rocks still forming a small mountain.

At that time, Gilliu and Mayron took off their robes and said.

"Leave it to us."

The two leading men simultaneously pulled out a sword from their waists.

"Whoa..."

And with a long breath, an Aura rose from the twins' swords.

It wasn't as intense as Perez's, but it was an aura that enveloped the blade brilliantly.1

"We can do that much."

"The Prince said to go and take a rest."

Gilliu and Mayron, who said so, lowered their swords toward the rock in front of them.

Crackle!

There was a deep gap on the rock with slight friction.

"This is enough to split, right?"

Gilliu asked the workers waiting next to him.

"Yes! No problem!"

Those who answered vigorously followed the marks left by Aura and knocked on the hammer.