Chapter 368

Chapter 65. There is one more (5)

wound.

Like the countless blisters on Demirea’s hands, there are wounds that will harden if left alone, and there are wounds that will heal only if they are broken and removed, like the glass shards stuck in Plantz’s arm.

The numerous wounds that appeared on Bern’s body were a little different. It didn’t harden or heal. This is because there was no one to look after it and see if it should be left as is or if it should be dug out. Thanks to this, the wound that had not yet healed was tightly wrapped and covered, and the inside of the scar, which was forced to prevent the fluid from seeping out, festered. It festered and did not get better until the moment of death.

So I didn’t know much. Kalian didn’t know either.

How can I get rid of the scent that I will never forget until I die because of my useless hair? How on earth should I treat the wounds that only increase one by one every time I smell a scent?

Should I leave it as is?

Should I dig it up and take it out?

I didn’t know much. Because I have never examined the wound.

“Even though you don’t have brains, you still have sense. I thought you knew why I kept you alive. So I tried to hold back the air and left you alone. Did you think that since you can walk with your back attached, you might be able to run and fly?”

Don’t just wrap it up and cover it up. Don’t let it rot and fester. I left it as is and dug it out and looked into what I didn’t know and what I knew. Even if it wasn’t the correct answer, I looked into it that way.

I didn’t know how to treat wounds, but I knew how painful it was to have a festering wound that looked fine on the outside. I didn’t think there was a need to add one more guy who hurts just by brushing against him.

But it hurt again. I barely managed to walk a few steps out, grabbed the rose-scented sugar cookie with my own hand, and pulled him into Renieri again.

“Avoiding me. You.”

“It’s not like that...”

So would you be angry or not?

“Or, tell me who it is.”

“Who are you? What are you talking about?”

“That bastard that popped into your head right now. Tell me who it is.”

What comes to mind?

No one comes to mind. I don’t have the spirit to do that.

use magic Thanks to this, magical power was shaped into a sword. It is Calian, who wields a shapeless aura and wields a power that cannot be found anywhere on the continent of Cysterra. But now, the sword is filled with blood.

The deadly air in the air stirs the mind as if it were alive, and the blood contained in the sword cools the heart as it blooms. I wish I could just calm down, but I can’t. If my body leans, I’m afraid that the sword that pierced my neck will actually cut off my neck, so I come to my senses and stand upright. If I speak too loudly, I can’t even move my mouth properly to answer because I’m afraid I’ll cut my uvula.

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t understand what I’m talking about. Are you so heartless? I’m so disappointed.”

A guy like that.

The guy who makes your back ache just by being around Calian. A guy who can’t even make eye contact due to his instinctive fear. A guy who must have known that Calian was inside Chermil Palace. He wouldn’t know that what saved me was Calian’s patience for Plantz.

There is no way I would have put a silique in my mouth unless I was crazy. This is on a different level from the issue of saying hello.

Either Gray was crazy or someone told him to.

It’s one of two things.

“The bastard who put that name in your mouth and made you bark. The bastard who said he would fill your empty head. I am telling you to reveal who it is.”

“First, get a sword.”

“Start with the answer.”

Plantz turned his back on Briesen and said he would live alone.

Calian will never be able to lay a hand on Gray.

So, try to make a planz using appropriate words. All you have to do is confirm Planz’s intentions and then decide your course of action. If it is true that Plantz betrayed Briesen, hold Randel’s hand tightly. There must be such a twisted mouth.

Calian was sure of that.

So I asked and Gray answered.

“There was no one else.”

lie.

The corners of the smiling lips rose slightly.

– Kagak...!

A small, eerie sound rings in the back of my throat. It is the sound of the sword already embedded in the corridor wall being pushed in one more inch.

I don’t know how he did it, but the sword that pierced his neck without a single wound was moving. The moment there was even the slightest mistake in that movement, the question of how Calian would fall after making that mistake would become a completely unrelated issue to Gray.

The moment Calian makes a mistake, Gray will die, and whatever happens to Calian afterwards, Gray won’t be able to check.

Gray’s eyes momentarily looked around.

However, none of the knights of the royal palace approached. Silent was spread out and Kirie was blocking anyone from approaching.

The inside of the corridors of Chermil Palace are usually rarely crowded. No one is looking. So, there are only two people who see and experience this situation. It was only Gray who was dragged here in the blink of an eye, grabbed by Calian and Calian’s hands, and was thrown against the wall.

Calian’s lips move slightly as he sees Gray’s gaze.

“Don’t get your hopes up. No one will help you, like they have been doing all along.”

Yes, I know. It’s truly crazy. I’m going through something where I feel like it would be better to get hit again, but I can’t see anything and I don’t even have a single scratch on my body. A sword that pierced the neck but left no mark. Who on earth believes this? You might be wondering what kind of ridiculous nightmare I had.

“If you want to do something bad, you have to do it like me. I have to make sure that no one sees what I do in the middle of this vast palace. If you want to use your mouth, you should do it that way so that you don’t get criticized. Don’t you think so?”

Confirmed. Obviously there was no one.

I didn’t even say it out loud. I lived a life where I didn’t have to swallow my words, but despite that, I confirmed it and spoke quietly as if muttering. I was afraid that if I didn’t do that, I wouldn’t be able to control my anger and would make a mistake, so I really, really carefully shook off the feeling of being ignored by the crown prince and the prince. But the one who suddenly jumps out is that prince.

It is unfair.

“Is it somehow unfair?”

“...... no.”

“If you feel wronged, take it out on the guy who told you, not me.”

Jan told me not to kill him.

I listened calmly to what Yan said.

“Your father was like that too. He didn’t know what he had done wrong until he fell to his knees at my feet and died. You are the same. Your head is stiff, your mouth is light, and you have nothing on your mind. You are no different from your father. Let alone your own mistakes. “Looking at the pitiful Tae who doesn’t even know what’s in front of him, I feel like I’ve met my dead father again. Even the little girl who doesn’t know that if she lives like that, she’ll die by my hands. You look just like your father. You.”

Kirie told him not to pay it back.

But I just didn’t listen to what Kirie said.

I was so angry I couldn’t listen.

“You take after your father, whom you hate so much. I am worried that your child might also take after you, who resembles your father.”

The thin voice reaches my ears endlessly. The words that flow slowly, one by one, so that you can engrave them in your bad brain so that you don’t forget them, dig in without giving you a place to escape.

Gray, who understood what the price for his words was, was not angry. Instead, he opened his mouth again with a face that had cooled his blood.

“I told you that no one was there.”

“No. I’m going out and coming back. Just a moment.”

“Are you going for a walk after dinner?”

“not.”

Not everything.

Needlen, who had no talent for guessing, shook his head moderately, but for some reason, Plantz gave a very friendly answer.

“I think my brother would be all angry by now.”

“Prince Calian is angry?”

Kalyan is angry.

Either half-dead, crying, or really dead. Needlen, who was about to send his condolences to one of the three who was sure to do something, looked at Planz.

“Surely Prince Calian has met Gray Brisen?”

“okay.”

It’s not an expectation that we’ve probably met, but rather it’s as if we’ve seen it with our own eyes.

In fact, it is not difficult to be sure. As I was walking to the entrance of Chermil Palace, I saw a loyal and bright-eyed knight walking towards Chermil Palace from the training ground near the back gate.

The reason Gray Brissen came to Chermil was because of Randel, but if Randel met Calian, wouldn’t he be more inclined to meet other people? If he had come down to meet Calian in person, he would have had a reason to do so, but he felt like he was being forced to meet Calian, whom he could not avoid, and there was no way he would even want to encounter Brisen. So it is obvious that Randel will send Gray back.

That’s how he went to find Gray, who was leaving. My brother.

Even though I knew I had to endure it, in the end I couldn’t.

“You’re going to stop me because I’m afraid you’ll kill Gray Briesen.”

“No. To give you food.”

Plantz turned around.

And then he hurriedly walked out the door.

The deputy commander said that it was time to feed Lucy and Anne and walked out, leaving the division commander who was struggling to change the cat food into spinach soup that kept popping into his head.

* * *

My younger brother, who is not that attentive but turns out to be quite delicate, got angry again. He probably knew better than anyone else that he shouldn’t be killed and destroyed by Gray Brisen, so he would have gotten angry and threatened and sent him back without a scratch. But is there any way to make Gray Brissen scared while leaving his body intact?

This time, I would have become a snake again.

He must have used the same method that turned Devlan into a ghost again.

So, it is obvious that you will feel hungry again. I happened to be the one who contributed to the cause, so I can’t just ignore it. So I guess I should just feed it.

– Stand tall.

That was just the thought. So I was heading to Chermil. But we ran into each other again.

“... Meet Your Majesty the Crown Prince.”

I don’t know what kind of threat I heard, but this time it was the opposite of what it was a moment ago. The expression disappeared from Gray’s face. So much so that it’s hard to tell if he’s angry or scared.

Still, it seems like I learned something. Gray greeted Plantz first. There was no respect, but there was formality, so Plantz was satisfied with that and slightly moved his head to receive the bow. And then he took a step toward passing Gray.

No, I only moved one step.

Plantz, standing next to Gray while looking in different directions, opened his mouth in a low voice.

“I said you didn’t recognize my veins, but I don’t think you recognized when I was crouching.”

Gray’s gaze shifted to the side. I looked at the profile of the crown prince, who was standing still without his eyes in any direction.

“Unlike me. Like Brisen.”

Words like he was sure he had met Calian. A voice so small and low that even Relic, who was standing behind him, could not hear, reached Gray’s ears.

“What is that...”

– Jump, jump, jump.

There was no answer back.

As if it didn’t matter whether he understood or not, Plantz resumed his steps that had stopped for just a moment.

A person who always gets two benefits from one thing. But this time, I stopped for a moment and walked again to get something for the guy who was just getting angry because he was hungry for no gain.

A green frog had just escaped from the snake and was quickly running away. To catch it and put it in a pot that will slowly boil. Pretending to be a warm haven, pretending to be a safe place, pretending to be a nice place where no one will attack you. To hold on to the frog that escaped from the snake.

Devlan was also fooled by the public relations persona he had created so well, and there is no way Gray would not be fooled.

“Brother, where are you going?”

“Wilhelm Coffin.”

“I heard you stayed up all night last time you came back, but not today.”

“Because I’m hungry.”

“Have you not eaten?”

“I didn’t.”

lie.

Calian did not bother to say what he recognized. And I just laughed heartily. I laughed because it was funny that he tried to make me eat because he hasn’t learned how to say that he worked hard for me yet. I laughed because it was funny that I was able to breathe again after being pickled.

“Then would you like to join us?”

“okay.”

“I’m going to eat a lot of meat. Are you okay with the time, bro?”

“When.”

“Still. I’m particularly hungry.”

“okay.”

“yes.”

“I will eat beef and pork, not chicken.”

“okay.”

“yes.”

Plantz turned his head back. Then he looked at the spot where Gray had passed for a moment and then looked forward again.

I don’t know how much a frog’s head can think. If you have a brain, you will come in on your own. If they don’t come in, you can just go out and catch them, so don’t worry.

That one frog. Anyway, it’s my game that I’ll have to light a fire and kill myself someday.

“Siegfried sent me some lamb. Should I ask you to bring that too?”

“no.”

“......yes.”

A frog is a frog, and whatever it is, I don’t like lamb.