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Chapter 23: Fairy Tales and Milestones (1)
"So... you pretended to be dead?"
"Is your head just for decoration? I just told you, it's a technique called 'Dormancy.'"
Ono was alive.
It seemed his unique ability, 'Dormancy,' allowed him to slow down his body's metabolism and slowly recover from fatal injuries.
"So, playing dead."
Daniel chimed in, and Ono opened his mouth to retort, then abruptly turned away.
"...You bunch of idiots. I was foolish to try and explain it to you."
His ears were red with indignation.
Daniel chuckled at his reaction and exchanged glances with Hamel.
Hamel just shrugged with a helpless expression.
The three of them, having left the study, were searching the mansion.
The workshop had been deactivated, and no one was in good shape, but they were doing this because of potential hidden dangers.
In the study, only the deceased head priest and Antonio remained.
Antonio was offering prayers for the deceased priest.
"...He was a great man."
"Indeed. Even in our short time together, it was clear."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Daniel slowly nodded at Hamel's murmur.
The head priest had continued to pray for Antonio and Hamel until his very last breath, even as he coughed up blood.
Although it hadn't worked against the dragon blood, Hamel had felt his prayer reach him.
He didn't have outstanding divine power, knowledge, or strength.
But he was a man who had risen to his position through his character.
He was the epitome of a clergyman, always sacrificing himself and setting an example for others.
Even if it was a matter concerning the territory, what head priest would personally venture into such a dangerous place?
Hamel thought that the title of Saint was more fitting for the priest than for someone like himself.
The group observed a brief moment of silence in his honor and continued their search.
After a thorough investigation, the mansion turned out to be quite ordinary.
There were no more flying kitchen knives,
No collapsing ceilings,
No monsters turning people into wax.
"Let's go outside."
"Alright."
The last place they arrived at was the mansion's garden.
The place where David, the root cause of all this, had escaped.
The group searched the area thoroughly.
But all they could find out was that he had fled immediately after jumping out the window.
There was no hesitation in his movements.
"It seems you scared him quite a bit."
"...Perhaps."
Daniel joked, but Hamel replied with a grimace.
The memories were vivid, and he didn't want to recall them.
To be honest, he was afraid of the elation he had felt resurfacing.
The intense feeling of liberation and pleasure was not something he could easily forget. He had to be even more careful.
After the search of the mansion was complete,
"The mission is accomplished. I'll return to the Order and make my report."
Ono, with a haggard face, wanted to leave the mansion immediately.
Hamel, on the other hand, decided to stay longer after entrusting Ono with the report.
There was still much to investigate.
Hamel stopped Ono from leaving and explained what had happened.
"The appearance and defeat of Riteil... Sainthood is confirmed then."
After hearing Hamel's entire story, Ono looked at him with a strange expression.
Then, as if remembering something, he muttered to himself,
"The eldest son, the heir, has fled, and the lord is dead... Then perhaps..."
Suddenly, as if something had occurred to him, Ono hurriedly mounted his horse.
He pulled the reins urgently and said,
"Wait for me for a week. I'll be back by then."
"Huh? What do you..."
"Giddy up!"
As if in a great hurry, Ono ignored Hamel's question and rode off.
Hamel and Daniel watched in bewilderment as he quickly disappeared from sight.
Hamel, regaining his composure first, asked Daniel,
"Sir Daniel..."
"I'll look for some food and gather firewood. The mansion is completely empty."
Even though the exorcism was over and he had repaid his debt, Daniel chose to stay.
He had decided to help Hamel.
Hamel bowed deeply to him.
And Hamel's own body reacted to dragon's blood.
He couldn't just discard the clue most closely related to this incident.
Fortunately, unlike when he had directly consumed the dragon's blood, his eyes quickly returned to normal.
Relieved by this, Hamel moved on to the next room.
'It's been a while since I've been here.'
Until six years ago, this was Hamel's room.
'Of course, its form and purpose must have changed now.'
Hamel felt a pang of bitterness as he opened the door.
And then he froze.
'It's the same...?'
The room was exactly as he had left it.
Although dust had accumulated, it seemed to have been regularly maintained, with no mold or cobwebs in sight.
Someone had definitely been taking care of it.
Hamel stood silently at the entrance for a moment, then slowly walked inside.
A bed slightly too big for one person.
A leather-padded chair and a cypress desk.
Even the mage's wand he had pestered his mother to buy for him was still there.
'Even though I didn't know how to use magic.'
Hamel smiled wryly and picked up the wand.
There was an inscription on it, presumably carved by his mother.
[Happy 12th Birthday]
Hamel looked at it for a moment, then quietly put it away in his pocket.
He hadn't taken the wand with him when he left.
Back then, he thought the warm memories would weaken him.
The memories of his mother were also painful.
No, perhaps they still were.
But,
Hamel no longer believed that memories would weaken him.
It was still painful, but he knew this pain stemmed from his love for his mother.
He knew that his memories of her had shaped who he was now.
He no longer wanted to deny his past.
'Have I grown a little?'
Hamel smiled faintly.
He had learned a lot from this incident.
Patience and courage from Daniel.
Tolerance and dedication from the head priest.
Faithfulness and sacrifice from Antonio.
In them, Hamel saw the path he had walked and the path he had yet to walk.
Although it was a short journey together, the impact his companions had on him was significant.
"I know you have guided me, Ehurshica."
Hamel silently prayed to the god who had arranged this path for him.
Rustle!
Hamel opened his eyes after the short prayer.
An old notebook caught his eye.
'I've never seen this before.'
It wasn't his.
The old notebook on the desk seemed to have been placed there as if hoping someone would see it.
As Hamel picked up the old notebook, another book was revealed underneath.
'A fairy tale book?'
It was a thin picture book, the kind a child would read.
Normally, he would have just passed by, but the cover and title of the fairy tale book caught his eye.
'Dragon...'
The cover of the book depicted a boy and a dragon.
The title was 'The Boy Who Embraced the Dragon's Power'.
For some reason, the illustration looked familiar.
After staring at it for a moment, Hamel finally realized the source of the familiarity.
It was that fairy tale book.
The night his mother died.
The fairy tale book he had brought to his mother, asking her to read it to him.
His favorite book, the one his mother had read to him countless times.
"The contents were definitely..."
Hamel hurriedly opened the book.
His hands turned the pages faster and faster, and his breathing grew ragged.
This...
This wasn't just a fairy tale book.
'Who? Who wrote this book...!'
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