Chapter 237

Chapter 237

“...I-If you have something more h-honest about it.”

Dullan made the sign of the cross and looked at Catherine. It was a gesture indicating he would not mention this as a servant of God. Though he was still a young priest not yet fully ordained, his gesture was skillful. Dullan swore to God and asked Catherine.

“Are you telling the truth?”

Are you truly saying you will die to protect Carynne?

Dullan looked up at Catherine. Their eyes met. Catherine hesitated for a long moment before speaking.

“The truth is... I’m tired.”

Catherine clenched her fists. Her face showed signs of fatigue. Looking at Dullan, Catherine confessed her true feelings.

“I’m really tired of living. This much is enough. I don’t want to see the end. I don’t even care if Carynne succeeds or not. Now I understand why my mother committed suicide. I’ve prepared this much for my daughter, so I’ve done enough. Haven’t I?”

Her eyes seemed to ask Dullan if it was alright for her to die now. They were not eyes seeking the truth, but rather, eyes seeking agreement.

“As a priest... I cannot recommend s-suicide.”

“I can kill myself just fine enough without your help.”

“You will fall into h-hell.”

“That’s a funny joke. How many times do you think I’ve died so far?”

Dullan paused and then replied.

“...I was saying it out of formality.”

“I see.”

Catherine laughed.

“That’s why I like you.”

* * *

In just a few days, Catherine’s illness became apparent. She was not omniscient, but she was well-versed in the methods of suicide. One such method involved using poison.

Catherine prepared and ingested the poison herself. She pretended to be examined by Dullan, but in reality, during their meetings, she was taking the poison. When he was not around, she did it alone. Her physician would be baffled by the unknown cause, but it was inevitable.

“To be h-honest... it would just be better f-for you to go peacefully than painfully...”

“But I don’t want that.”

Catherine’s refusal was curt.

Dullan couldn’t understand. He could accept that she wanted to end her life because she was tired of repeated deaths.

But why choose to die painfully?

“Dullan, do you know the mindset of someone who does self-harm?”

“......”

“They want to control their time of death. By poisoning myself... I feel a sense of relief knowing I am managing my death. This is good not just for me, but for others as well. I need time to face my slowly approaching death, and my family and friends need time to say goodbye to me.”

“How’s her memory?”

“She can hardly remember anything now... But when I mentioned that it’s been a few years since Lady Catherine passed away, she suddenly collapsed.”

How long has it been since Dullan last saw her? He tried to avoid seeing her as much as possible, and he planned to meet the fief lord and leave quickly.

Yet, he encountered Carynne. By now, Carynne had reached puberty and grown into a lady. He’s been told that her memory was becoming more and more unreliable.

The plan was progressing steadily.

Carynne’s instances of recalling memories were becoming increasingly rare, and she often found familiar people to be strangers. Nancy said Carynne was starting to behave more like a fairy tale princess. A little more gentle, a little more kind.

“How ironic.”

When she was young, Carynne was never known for her good temperament, even in jest. Dullan remembered the times when Carynne threw tantrums. And he remembered when she locked him up and set the dogs on him.

Dullan opened the door and looked down at the sleeping Carynne. Her eyes were swollen, and her chest rose and fell slowly, indicating she was deeply asleep.

She had grown enough to be called a ‘woman’ now. Soon, she would become a stunning beauty who could turn heads. And among the many people she would meet, if she found a decent man... she would reach death.

“...Carynne.”

“......”

“Carynne... Hare.”

He called her name, but she didn’t wake up. He felt relieved.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. Why should she die? Why must time pass? Under his hand, someone could enjoy eternal life.

Carynne had the chance to live forever. Catherine had dismissed it as a cruel joke, but Dullan saw it as a true blessing. This beauty could be preserved forever.

Catherine’s face was wretched.

The face of someone dying, worn out by life, is dreadful. It’s even more dreadful to think of Carynne living a normal life, finding a man, conceiving a child, and dying just like everyone else.

Here lies eternity. The vast knowledge and history that Catherine had imparted to him were immense and profound.

Why must eternity be forsaken?

Why must people die?

Catherine died.

But Carynne will not.

Eternally.

Dullan knelt down and prayed about the task he would undertake.

And he confessed to himself that he had become a heretic.

This girl sleeping before him is his god.

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