Chapter 521

Chapter 91. Not pearls, but mithril (4)

– Slam!

A sound that clearly had been made louder on purpose resonated throughout the training hall. Plantz, who had put his sword in his hand, looked ahead, as if clearly showing that he was not in a good mood.

Drops of blood seeped from the long wound and dripped down.

Instead of blocking or blocking the attack, he stood still and just turned his head to receive the sword aimed at his neck. At least I turned my head so that’s it. If not, I would have cut off that crazy little brother’s precious head with my own hands.

However, after paying the four months, the most he can say is a request.

“My crazy brother.”

What kind of crazy person in the world would ask for a favor like this?

“Now you’re threatening me with something I won’t do.”

A low voice, sharper than a sheathed sword, was directed at Calian.

-...... Tak.

Soon Planz took a step back. I was afraid that if I just stood there, I would probably take out Sinasta again. Whether the hand holding Sinasta turned white or not, or whether it was sweating due to the sudden situation.

Calian’s red eyes moved quietly back and forth between the pure white sword and the Sinasta scabbard several times.

“Oh... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Then. What is it?”

“When I met Aela again.”

A voice like a dark, faded flower petal is conveyed.

“I wanted to save her, but Aila did something wrong and I saw it. Even though it was unfortunate, I couldn’t turn a blind eye to it, so in the end, I sent her to Lenishita.”

“however.”

“When I was talking about Whitlin, I remembered that day and couldn’t move.”

Calian slightly lowered his head as if he was sorry.

Planz stared at the scene for a while and then opened his mouth.

“No. The real reason.”

“The reason is true. It’s not a lie.”

“The real reason.”

“I told you another reason as well. I’m not asking you not to build Whitlin on Renicita, but I’m asking you to build it on Lenicita in the square instead of here. I’m asking you to delay it a little bit rather than right away. I’d rather have Whitlin and the Marquis Briesen meet. “That would be a good idea.”

“Calian.”

“yes.”

“You asked.”

“older brother.”

“why.”

“Just. Could you do me a favor, little brother?”

“Speak first.”

“What more can I tell you?”

“Calian.”

“Hina wants to save mom.”

Only then does a narrow answer come out.

“... Those words are so far away.”

I have something to learn directly from Whitlin, so please help me.

I came up with a plausible excuse that I probably came up with after thinking about it alone for a long time, and asked that I use my ability to become stronger in the future to keep Whitlin alive as a hostage. I desperately searched for the word ‘Mom’, which was like a blade without a handle, and held it in my fingertips as if aiming it at both Kalyan and me.

“Hina.”

“Yes. Hina.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked you to help me because I will learn Whitlin’s abilities myself.”

Hina, who had never been greedy or forced for anything before, went to such lengths to ask for a favor. That caught me by the collar. My feet were tied.

“Of course, I know full well what and how much Whitlin did wrong. Even if we count the attack on my brother as not having happened, I know that he has committed many other crimes. Hina knows this well, and yet, I ask you to let him live.”

Hina made that request.

But Calian understood the meaning of the request.

I had no choice but to understand.

“...... so.”

“I decided that I needed to get help from Whitlin this time to use the abilities I had developed so well on my own. Or rather, I missed my mother’s embrace, so I decided to consider it okay to be alive even if I was that kind of person, and I said it with forgiveness and understanding. I’d rather be okay.”

Is that forgiveness? Is it understanding?

For Whitlin, that is what makes Whitlin break his uniqueness with his own hands and pass on his abilities directly to Hina. By teaching you one by one, you are reducing your usefulness day by day, while also hastening the day when you will reach the top of Renishita.

Would that be considered forgiveness and understanding to Whitlin?

Hina knows that this will never be the case.

I don’t know.

“I really don’t know what it would mean to keep Whitlin alive and meet again. That’s why I, who is neither Master, Lord Hertz, nor my brother, asked such a request from me, who could never refuse even if I understood what Hina said... ....”

That Hina.

Was it really like that?

...... That can’t be possible.

“If that were the case, I would have asked the Commander of the Manasil Corps or His Highness. You would already know that my brother has no authority.”

“...... yes.”

“So. Even though you knew that was what you were thinking, you made the same request to your brother. Because you couldn’t refuse.”

“I don’t know if it’s the right way. I’ve been saying that we should let Hina live as she wants, but I can’t tell if that’s the right way. I just feel like I’ll be a ghost rather than a comfort to Hina.”

After breaking up with Hina, I met Aila and saw Jan, but I couldn’t do anything about my complicated mind, so we started sparring out of nowhere, and in the end, Kalian, who was angry, spoke softly.

“Still. I think I need time to express my resentment and not forgive. If I send Whitlin like this, Hina won’t have to face the ghost, but I think I’ll be in charge of Renieri instead. Anyway, if there’s no way for either of them to be whole, I’d rather do as I want. “Hina wants me to take responsibility for the consequences of my decisions, so I’m asking her to do the same.”

Calian raised his hand. And as he touched his long, cut neck, he heard a voice that sounded like the wind had stopped.

“When I tried to ask you that, my eyes went dark. That’s why I got stuck. I forgot my sword for a moment.”

“Then you should have said that from the beginning.”

“Hina says that she can’t forget her resentment. Even if it means hurting her insides, she has to put the mother who abandoned me into the abyss. Even if she changes her mind because she can’t bear it, she wants to do it right now... So, I don’t know. “Can’t you just pretend to agree? Can’t you just be fooled like me? How can you say something like that?”

Looking at Plantz, who was left buried in Renieri without being able to talk, complain, or do anything, he said that he was prepared to bring a ghost to Hina in exchange for being able to do all that.

“How should I tell that to my brother?”

How can I say such a vague and distant thing?

“You’re doing it.”

“... So, I told you to do me a favor and not ask questions. These sour tangerines are just for me and Hina to share. Why would I even share them with you?”

A smile appeared on Plantz’s lips after hearing such touching and shockingly frustrating words. He said with a bright smile on his face that he showed every day, especially to his co-workers.

“Why is it my fiancé’s business?”

“Don’t bark.”

“yes.”

Jump and jump.

Ta-bak-ta-bak.

* * *

I couldn’t say thank you.

‘Would you like to learn that from Whitlin?’

‘yes.’

‘please. ‘Do you wish so, Hina?’

‘...... yes. please.’

I couldn’t even say sorry.

‘okay. ‘I’ll help you.’

– Rattling.

After putting the clothes he had neatly organized into his wizard bag, he left the room and went into the small study that had been set up for Hina to use. I walked over to the desk there and carefully packed the few materials I needed to take with me without destroying them.

After stretching my back for a moment and taking a short breath, I looked around the study room and moved my hands again. The pen that Calian gave me as a gift, the book that I brought to read while I was here, but ended up not seeing a single word, Hina’s teacup with a picture of a pure white flower, and the magic item that Alan gave me to heat the tea, mint leaves, dried strawberry black tea leaves, etc. I carefully took them one by one. Put it in the bag.

‘ah.’

The hand that had been moving so diligently stopped again.

This is because a small glass bottle that had been placed on the desk, put in a drawer, and then returned to the desk on a whim caught my eye.

A potion that Whitlin made. I looked down at the item Euria had given me, reached out, picked it up, and put it in my bag. Then, I straightened my back again and this time took a slightly longer breath.

Is there nothing more to take care of now?

The night has already come to an end. Hina, who was looking out the black window while touching the earrings that Plantz had returned to her a little while ago, nodded. It was confirmed that there were no more items to take.

Now all you have to do is wait until Arsene or another Balkan member comes to inform you of your departure.

– smart.

Of course, before that, after I finish the last thing I have to do here.

– ...... Sweet.

After a knock was heard, the door opened a little while later. This has always been the case for those who enter Hina’s office. After carefully opening the door and checking on Hina, the Vulcan member bowed his head. Only after that did he open the door a little further and let someone in.

The last person I need to meet here is the person who said that he will be staying in this Whitlin territory for a long time. A very thin person with dull blond hair and a lot of silver hair, but with a straight posture and an even voice, greeted me.

“My name is Ortier Rosnan, Count Bern. The prince calls me Ortier.”

Calian asked if it would be okay to check Orte’s health just once before leaving here. It wasn’t difficult, so I readily accepted.

“Would you like some tea, Healer?”

– I’m OK. I’ll just ask for this one.

“all right.”

The wizard smiled and carefully closed the door and went out. After some time had passed, he returned and handed a tea cup in front of Orte and a glass of water in front of Hina before returning.

Because the servants of the lord’s castle were not allowed to come to where Balkan was staying, Balkan’s lowest-ranking members were running errands. It was unavoidable and most of them were not great people who would ask someone to bring them their car, so there were no other complaints, but there was a separate problem.

– It probably won’t taste good. Still, it’s a tea that we work hard to make, so if you see us again later, please tell us it’s delicious.

Hina wrote down in her notebook and showed it to Orte. He then raised his index finger and made a hissing gesture.

This was something I said because it seemed like Ortega was nervous. Ortega, who read the content with slightly squinted eyes due to presbyopia, smiled and nodded. He then spoke after taking a sip of the light green tea in front of him.

“No. It’s really delicious.”

Hina, who already knew that it couldn’t be true, just smiled and took out a white pearl-like bead from the pocket on the healer’s robe. And he handed it to Orte.

– Please just listen. Just speak the way you normally do. On the other hand, I wasn’t very good at conveying words.

Hina’s voice enters Orte’s mind. Ortega, who must have heard the story in advance, squeezed the marble in his hand and opened his mouth.

“This is such an amazing item.”

– It was made by wizards. It’s something I’m thankful for.

“Is that so.”

Hina nodded and looked at Orte. After carefully examining the person whose story I had heard from Calian and several other servants, I spoke.

– You must be nervous.

“Did it catch your eye?”

– yes. little bit.

“I have never been this nervous even when meeting the Prince or His Majesty the Crown Prince, but I am nervous.”

– You don’t have to be nervous. I’m not a scary person.

Hearing these words, Ortega smiled softly. Then Hina’s voice came again.

-There won’t be any pain. Give me your hand and I will take care of it.

Nod.

Ortega nodded to the young healer, who spoke as if he could read my mind, and held out his hand. Hina held that hand and looked inside.

It has a golden softness.

A warm energy lingered throughout my body as if examining it. It stays like that for a while and then disappears before you know it.

– ...... ah. thank god.

I had already seen him from afar once to check if he was in disguise, but this was my first time looking at him from up close, so Hina, who was also implicitly nervous, smiled.

– You don’t have to worry. In the future, when the prince comes, I will come with him. We will help you stay here for a long time.

It probably means you’re healthy.

Then, with a relieved look on his face, Ortega took another sip of the tea he had been drinking without even knowing what it tasted like and put it down.

Ortega, who finally realized that it was not really tasty as Hina said, said with a calm smile.

“I’m fortunate that there are many good people by the prince’s side.”

– Except me.

Hina’s words were heard.

Ortega raised his head. Then Hina forced a smile and let out a short sigh.

I wonder if I can ask what’s going on while I’m seeing him for the first time. Ortega I’m thinking about this as I look at the young healer whose face looks exactly like the Whitlin I remember.

– Jump up!

Hina, who had been quiet until now, urgently stood up.

– sorry. wait a minute.

A more urgent voice is heard.

And then it crackled. I hurried outside as if something had happened.

Ortega, who was watching this, put the marble in his hand down on the table. And then he looked out the door with a worried face.

– I’ll go call the prince. Just a little bit, brother. I’ll ask you to leave soon. Wait a minute, brother.

Thanks to this, I didn’t hear Hina’s words when she mistakenly handed over something that should have been sent as earrings due to her urgency.

Hina quickly moved on and, without even having time to knock, opened Randel’s door, where Calian and Planz had said he was buried in documents. He then made a puzzled face.

An empty room.

This is because before you know it, you both see an empty room.