Chapter 743

Chapter 743

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Chapter 743

"I, Ajihen Toom, humbly present myself before His Highness the Duke of Diarca."

He was the sage, revealing his face after removing the pilgrim's robe.

There was a prolonged silence as everyone was rendered speechless, each astonished for various reasons.

The situation was tense, especially since the sage had now directly approached Duke Diarca. Unable to move immediately, Ever and Pruelle, along with the other hidden members near the waterwheel, exchanged brief, intense glances.

The sage, with a respectful yet detached tone, broke the silence. "Your Grace, I apologize for disturbing your rest. Although these circumstances are alarming, I swear by the god who oversees only the truth, the events of today are neither the fault of this man nor the pitiable citizens of our empire. Your merciful Grace, may I request your ear for our story?"

"Woah, they said he is a master of brainwashing, but his tongue is truly something else. Could probably tie a ribbon or even skip rope with it!" Finn, hiding behind the waterwheel, couldn't hide his incredulous amusement. Revlin, similarly amused, tried to suppress his laughter upon hearing Finn's comment.

Unaware of the boys' exchange, the sage remained kneeling, awaiting Duke Diarca's response. Onlookers alternated their gaze between the sage, who bore a kind and truthful demeanor, and Ever, who had just made a dramatic entrance by happily smashing people and trees alike.

“What on earth is going on?”

“How can a woman wave her hand and shatter a tree? This is terrifying. She must be no ordinary person. Definitely an Awakener!”

“An Awakener in the capital... Could it be the Cavalry?”

Ever, out of uniform, became the subject of the crowd's speculation. They debated whether she belonged to the Cavalry or not, arguing that if she did, the Cavalry should be held responsible for the violence and destruction in the Fourth Wall District.

Duke Diarca, in his own way, silently observed the scene from behind Kiolle. The shrewd Duke's thoughts were inscrutable to everyone, even the quick-witted Pruelle.

Seeing the hostile and wary gazes directed at Ever, Pruelle clenched his fists. Regardless of what anyone said, Ever maintained a stoic expression, but it was hard for Pruelle to do the same.

Even when his father had announced he would do something despicable, he could laugh it off, but now he was too angry and upset to maintain his transformed state.

Deciding it was best to retreat and return to his original form, he carefully began to move away. However, before Pruelle could move, someone stepped forward, and a roar of furious outburst followed.

"How dare you spout such nonsense!"

"...Huh?"

"What?"

"...Yes?"

The one who had shouted and clenched his fist was none other than Kiolle da Diarca.

The murmuring nobles were stunned, gaping at him in disbelief. The nearby Knights were equally shocked.

"What's this? Has he finally lost his mind?"

Finn squinted his eyes and circled his temple with his finger, implying insanity. Revlin's wide-eyed, bewildered expression mirrored the sentiment.

The sage, too, seemed startled and rarely blinked his eyes several times before reopening his mouth.

"...Sir Diarca? Whom, perchance, are you referring to..."

“Shut up, you cunning wretch! How dare you call my name without knowing me well! Do you expect me to just watch you spouting nonsense and disrupting the atmosphere as soon as you arrive!”

"I am not, Sir Diarca but rather to His Grace, Duke Diarca..."

Before the sage could finish his sentence, Kiolle mercilessly cut him off.

"Quiet! I forbade you to speak my father's and my name with that mouth!"

Kiolle stomped his feet in a fit of rage, almost as if trying to prevent the sage's words from reaching his father in a mischievous manner.

"No. I, Di..."

"Father! It seems today is not a day for rest. Why bother with these strange individuals who keep appearing? Let's return!"

"Di..."

"Aaargh!"

What exactly was Kiolle da Diarca trying to do? His behavior seemed maddeningly suspicious, but on the other hand, the earlier peculiar behavior of Baron Renbow made it difficult to dismiss Kiolle's actions as merely bizarre.

Did Kiolle know something about this situation? People were extremely confused.

It became clear that Kiolle wasn't shouting at the surrounding nobles, but they, gripped by unease, closed their mouths and just rolled their eyes quietly. Thanks to Kiolle's ability to attract attention, Pruelle also quietly retreated and returned to his original form.

'Kiolle da Diarca... truly an unpredictable character. I'm not sure what he intends, but perhaps he is similar to me or Revlin. I mustn't judge people solely by rumors in the future.'

As Duke Diaca was about to speak, Kiolle continued to angrily admonish the sage, telling him not to dare look up with those cunning eyes, or to shut his mouth.

"...Kiolle. What are you doing? In a situation where strange things are happening, if someone comes forward to speak about it, shouldn’t we at least listen? Especially since the Deputy Commander of the Cavalry, not in uniform, was seen harming someone in broad daylight.”

Duke Diarca's thinly veiled gaze swept over Ever's face. He remembered Ever's face from a party they had attended recently.

It was Ever who was exposed, but it was Kiolle who turned pale at the mention of the Cavalry. He tried to persuade his father in a very loud voice.

"Father. I don't know who that woman is, but I think he's more suspicious than Baron Renbow! I'm convinced that you will be in danger if you converse with him! So please don't go near or talk to him! Ah, perhaps your condition is already..."

"Kiolle."

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

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