Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Raymond raised his gun.

He stood here alone, an army by himself.

He began by sniping. Then, Raymond detonated the bombs at dawn. Zion helped him in that regard.

I cant go on anymore, sir.

Zion grumbled the entire time, but in the end, he still went on to plant all that gunpowder, retreated, then started blowing them up. Slowly but surely, the fire began to spread, and people woke up screaming. Raymond aimed his gun at all the people who rushed out of their burning cots.

One, two, three down.

Stop! Stop! Theres a sniper!

People floundered and lowered themselves. The heads that he was about to shoot hurriedly disappeared. He clicked his tongue. He shot down seven, but he was still a long way off. Raymond observed those peoples faces and clothes from a distance.

They were wearing civilian clothes, but just as he had expected, their movements were clearly that of trained soldiers. Even though no soldiers had officially been reported to have come here.

I knew it, His Majestys enraged.

It looked like the current reigning king told them all to make absolutely sure that Carynne would come out of this dead.

Raymond loaded his gun.

He had enough ammunition.

* * *

Sir Raymond came.

Carynne could tell.

She could just tell.

He must be crazy.

Carynne stopped hanging out of the window. She could not comprehend why he was here. No, scratch that. She knew exactly whybecause he loved her. Why. Why did he say he loved her. Carynne could not figure out the reason behind this.

She thought hed be late again this time.

In this iteration, somehow, all the events happened a little too fast.

Carynne murmured to herself.

Perhaps its because she killed people in this iteration, but its undeniable that everything was happening a bit too quickly than any other time. She entered Isellas household early, Raymond started to sympathize with her early because of the abuse she had received, and even his confession of love arrived earlier than it should have.

But.

But whats the point of that? Shes going to die again this time anyway.

Even so, Carynne wanted to uphold her courtesy towards him again. At one point or another, she became resolved about the intention to die next to him in this iterationif she really was meant to die.

Carynne turned to face Dullan. He was still piling up everything in the room in front of the door.

Dullan. Sir Raymond is here.

Yes.

Sir Raymond is here. I told him not to come.

Carynne felt depressed again. This time again, he came to her side. This time again, he had fallen in love with a woman who would drag him down to hell with her, a woman who would do him no good at all.

And Carynne could not give anything back to himnot even emotions.

But this was new and this was burdensome.

She could never return the same weight of emotions she was given.

Still, one things for sure.

There was one single emotion that remained true. One emotion that she couldnt let gonot when she had pointed a knife at Tom, now when she pointed a knife at Donna, not when she tried to surrender herself completely to madness.

I pity him.

She would never be able to think of him as a human being. Thus, she felt pity for him as she watched him make all these meaningless efforts.

This shallow pity was the single, undeniable truth she held onto.

He would forget everything once she resets. Thats what Carynne really, really hated the most.

I wish that Sir Raymond will remember me.

Right.

Father, lets just go back. Its too dangerous!

Start the carriage and set off!

Verdic closed the carriage door roughly.

Mercy was not an option.

Raymond, Carynne, Dullan.

Verdic did not tell his daughter, but doubts about Dullan had also started to fester within him.

Its already come to this, but why isnt Carynnes neck hanging just yet?!

Why hadnt that man killed Carynne yet? Why, when Raymond had arrived at this place already?

Verdic picked up his axe. At that moment, the iron doors were successfully broken.

Get out of the way! Ill take care of this myself!

Its dangerous!

Do you even hear yourself?! The only people inside are a skinny, worthless priest and a goddamn wench! Just block the entrance properly!

Verdic ran up the spiral staircase. It was dark inside, but he was not afraid. Anger dominated him entirely. He ran, and ran, and ran up the stairs. With his axe firmly gripped in one hand.

I will slaughter that wench with my own hands.

* * *

The wind was blowing hard. It felt as if the tower was being swept away.

She could not understand any of what Dullans saying. Carynne asked once again.

What did you just say?

Dullan looked towards the base of the tower. And, he answered.

J-Jump down. I-If you dont jump right now Verdic will c-come in.

Dullan, of course, was not saying that there was some sort of safety device that would catch her should she jump. Carynne looked down.

Hes telling her to die.

But Sir Raymond hes here.

However, Dullan urged her hastily yet again.

C-Carynne.

In j-just a little while, y-you will also understand. This is my consolation, t-to you.

Hurry.

Carynne just stared at him. And she grabbed the window frames. She could not understand why Dullan was telling her to jump now. She could not understand why they all wanted her to die. If she could just get even the smallest hint, she vowed that shed do anything. At least, thats what she thought.

But here and today

Youre u-used to this already, right?

Dullans counterargument was correct. Death was a humdrum routine for Carynne. The death that lay ahead of her was not particularly special either. The middle of the road to get here was a bit different, but the conclusion was not. Verdic had acted like this before, too.

SLAM!

Why are you demanding me to do something like this?

What does this have anything to do with you?

Carynne wanted to ask. But Dullan would not answer. On and on, this cycle went. Hes always been so manipulative.

But now, there was no time to ask.

What gives you the right to do this?

As if to hurry her, Dullan pushed her shoulder.

Because of the wagers outcome.