Chapter 379 – The Crystal Flower
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“Really, Cleon didn’t go anywhere far. It’s just too much of a fuss, like he went to a party at the royal palace. You guys.”
It was the face he had seen through the rift in another dimension that welcomed Cleon, who had cleared the crowd and entered the house.
Of course, that look of her was a bit more reminiscent of her than she is now, except for her red hair braided on either side of her head.
Although it was a side tail with her hair coming down only to one side of her right side of her.
As Cleon stars at his face her in silence, Layla looks up at him with a puzzled expression.
“What, what…?”
Then, when his face her gets a little red and he asks Cleon about his intention her to look at him, Cleon laughs and shakes his head.
“No, nothing.”
“Excuse me… Looking at people’s faces like that for no reason. …So? Where did you actually go?”
When Layla asked Cleon that question, Cleon scratched his head and sat down on the sofa at the house he had returned to after a long time.
Cleon told his manor companions everything that had happened.
He was flown to the rift of another dimension along with Amelia, Cassius, and Gray by the Exiled Church.
With the help of the people I met there, I went through various things.
At the end, even that he somehow managed to come back.
Even in the midst of fatigue, Galatea, who had been listening quietly, spoke in as much detail as possible.
“Okay. Wherever you go now. Even if carrying weapons is prohibited, always go with me.”
“…I agree. Cleon. You’d better be more aware that you’re being targeted.”
Cleon listens to Galatea and Quon and quietly nods to him.
“If possible, Caliburn as well. Even in disguise, there will be people who will notice that she is a holy sword… But I can’t seem to pay attention to such trivial things anymore.”
At Layla’s words her, Sasha clenched her fists and looked at Cleon as she spoke.
“That, and. Let’s go together as much as possible. We’ll be together on patrol in the King’s Road at Dawn.”
“No… No matter how far…”
Cleon was worried that even his other colleagues would fall into the swamp of overwork because of him, so he tried to stop Sasha-
Lila thumps, says Lila, slapping her palm on the table in front of her couch.
“… Sasha is right. She wasn’t there to protect Cleon when he was in danger. … Same regret. I don’t want to.”
“However…”
“Well, since we also have to protect the mansion. Basically, let’s take turns taking turns joining one person. For now, you’re not there tonight, are you?”
Layla looked at Cleon and talked as she cut off Cleon’s words to her.
Cleon nods her head in response to her question and speaks carefully.
“…Lyla, are you mad?”
“Yes? …”
At Cleon’s question, Layla briefly meets her eyes with Cleon. She smiled and smiled.
“As expected, does it show in the expression? It’s amazing, I thought to myself that I was rather calm because I was so angry.”
Despite her face her with a refreshing smile like a breeze blowing in spring weather, anger that cannot be hidden flows from her voice her.
Sasha’s frightened voice could be heard from the side of her saying, “Hey.”
“There’s probably no one in this mansion who isn’t angry at what you said. Cleon. It’s good that you’re back, the situation you were in was really dangerous. I get goosebumps thinking that sending you to the palace this morning might have been our last meeting. It sprouts.”
Lila rubbed both of her arms her, her dark face cradling her arms her.
Just imagining it gave her chills, and her heart her as she spoke calmly in her low voice her seemed very shaken.
“…Cleon. You said you saw Lesia disappear right in front of your eyes. And that scene will continue to linger in your mind and haunt you.”
As Layla said that, she raised her gaze to Cleon, and they met her eyes as they spoke.
“However, we weren’t even there. When you’re in the most danger. We, your companions. If Aruru and Bea come back after that and hear something like ‘Cleon is gone’—”
Kuondo and Sasha also turn their heads with dark faces.
It seemed that they were thinking the same things as Laila.
“…Okay. I’ll respect your opinions. First of all, there won’t be any patrols today as Amelia will also be recovering. …Tomorrow, there will be a Victory Day march, so Amelia has to participate in it too.”
“It’s okay if you know. Regarding the Exiled Church, I’ll investigate on my side as well. Bea, there might be books about the contents of the Academy’s Forbidden Library.”
Layla managed to let go of her darkened expression her and spoke, and Bea nodded her head as well.
“Thanks Lila. Sorry.”
“What… We’re like family now. As colleagues and as a family. We’re just trying to do what we can.”
Leila barely smiled again as she answered and she got up from the couch she was sitting on.
“And don’t worry! Cleon. No one can beat Cleon. We just need to become stronger.”
“…”
The way she said that, from the back of her, she seemed no different from the usual Lila.
But, as she turned around, her back—the sweaty, damp clothes seemed to be clinging to her body her.
When Quon realizes that she is and tries to call her out-
Cleon grabs Quon’s hand and shakes her head.
“Lyla…”
Somewhere, looking at her unstable appearance her, Quon anxiously called her friend’s name her.
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The Tower of Confinement where Cleon left the room.
As Amelia lay down on her bed, it was only after seeing him leave her room that she opened her eyes and lifted herself up.
There were so many things I wanted to ask Cleon.
Why did His Highness Cassius say such a thing?
Besides, tomorrow is the day of the march.
It was also the hardest day for Amelia, who visits once a year, being imprisoned on a carriage and riding around the royal capital.
First of all, there is a protective magic on the iron bars, so anything thrown from the outside, such as throwing stones or eggs, will be blocked by the barrier.
But that’s only when Amelia gets hurt or gets filth all over her body.
This is to prevent the occurrence of post-processing such as treatment, etc., Even for the sake of the royal authority.
However, when unfiltered malice was directed at him from the people of the royal capital, whom he was protecting with all his might.
Those eyes, those lashes, and those finger points became arrows and spear blades that pierced her body.
They were like daggers that casually ignored and penetrated and locked themselves in, no matter how skillful a wizard might have been to protect them.
The first time she participated in the march, she recalled returning to the tower, throwing up to the point of vomiting over and over again, and lying face down on the bed, shivering with chills.
And, year after year, she hated herself for getting used to it without even realizing it.
Because Amelia was scared.
‘Ah. The royal capital and the people I am trying to protect are beings full of malice.”
That is, to acknowledge and accept.
Joining the procession are Amelia and other members of the royal family.
Unlike Amelia, it was their job to ride on a proper marching carriage and wave their hands while receiving cheers from the people.
At the forefront, of course, the current king of the kingdom, ‘Lucius Chaldearis’
Amelia’s father, a king who succeeded in leading the war to victory.
And, following behind him is Cassius Chaldearis, the crown prince.
Even though Amelia, the furthest behind, was tens of meters away, the two of them were participating in the parade together.
There was no way he didn’t know what was going to happen to Amelia.
If Cassius’s purpose is to torment her Amelia, the tacticians will clap their hands her that he has chosen the best means for her.
‘I want to run away…’
Amelia muttered the words out of her mouth involuntarily, then covered her hand with her mouth.
Running away, where are you? Where would she, the guardian of the royal capital, the Saint Princess, abandon the royal capital and flee to?
In addition to that, Amelia Chaldearis is a traitor’s relative.
Running away from that responsibility was also an act of betrayal to all who wished for peace in this kingdom.
The thought of it made her heart pound and her stomach churn.
Why should she take on that responsibility herself?
It was her uncle’s father who committed the treason.
It was His Highness His Cassius who arbitrarily brought up the idea of giving up the right to succeed to the throne.
Why did he have to pay the price for the two irresponsible actions?
She held the two pendants around her neck in her hands in her.
One is a pendant of wings that shines in silver.
The other is a blue pendant with a wolf’s face.
Both are said to be Amelia’s strength her, but her silver pendant her felt too heavy for her now.
It felt like the shackles that bound her to her duty her, making herself a crusader of the great hammer, wielding her divine powers at will.
Rather-
Peruluca, Grey. And- the three of us with Cleon.
Somewhere other than the royal road – Go to a place where someone is asking for help.
Adventure freely, travel to places you have never been before.
Meet people you haven’t met and learn a lot.
How nice it would be if you could do just that.
─Cards…!
“Aww…!”
Amelia curled herself up, holding that part of her her in her hand her, with her pang her running suddenly under her own shoulder her.
Her pain was her brief, but she felt something sharp in her hand her.
Pulling off the blanket covering her, she got up from the bed and went to the mirror.
And carefully, as I undressed her —
That pure white porcelain-like skin goes down the line.
Above her chest her, between her shoulders her —
“…This…”
I saw a black bud-like thing.
Could the root be under her skin her?
However, that flower was not a normal plant.
It is an artificial flower made of hard jewel materials such as obsidian.
Even when she carefully placed her hand on the bud, she felt no sensation.
Slightly tight on the skin.
Its size, too, is smaller than Amelia’s thumb, so it would appear to stick out a little when she wore a thin dress on it.
“This…The wound that Cleon used to seal at that time…?”
Amelia’s expression darkened when she realized that the location of the flower was on top of the wounds caused by Lilim’s previous wounds of her.
Due to the location of the leaves and buds, the engravings were slightly hidden, but I could see that Cleon’s engravings were properly positioned.
“…Why again… Cleon’s imprint power seems to be working properly…”
Amelia should pull it out, she thought for a moment, then shook her head.
If the roots are under the skin, what will happen if they are forcibly pulled out.
Breaking it would be the same.
However, it cannot be left as it is. I had to properly consult with Aurelia and do something about it.
Just then, the sound of someone approaching through a secret passage was heard.
Perhaps, Aruru Tromeia is one of the few people who knows about herself, and she is Aurelia’s daughter her.
If she relays something to Aurelia about this wound of hers, she’ll just tell her her.
But for some reason, Amelia didn’t want the two of them to know about this wound, and she didn’t even want to see her wake up right after Cleon pretended to sleep.
So she quickly gets dressed, jumps onto the bed, covers herself with the covers, and lies down again.
“Amelia, excuse me.”
When her voice echoed through the secret passageway, Amelia closed her eyes and breathed.
Then, Aruru watched Amelia like that for a while, then raised the corner of her mouth her.
“You’re sleeping.”
Saying that, Aruru changed her holy sword her, Arondite, from her earring to a sword form, and went and stood near her window.
“…I will protect it. Amelia-sama. Just as you protect the capital of the night.”
Aruru’s kind voice echoed through the little girl’s room.
A 125 square meter room on the top floor of the Tower of Confinement.
Compared to the rooms of the other royal families, that room, which was not even one-third the size, was Amelia’s prison.
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Ruba looked at the fainting woman in front of her with her expressionless face as she returned the metal utensil she was holding in her hand to the top of her plate.
“You’ve run out of time.”
“Did she not know that originally? Or was it a side effect of becoming that person… “
And Promis, who was standing behind Rubera and watching her interrogation her, also clicked her tongue.
“You must have felt that Cleon had returned along the way, right?”
“Yes. But I had to get the information I could get.”
After Lubera and Promise caught a man from the Exiled Church who was fleeing and brought him to the room for interrogation-
I even used a drug that turned him into a woman, and interrogated him like this.
In the end, the member of the Exiled Church failed to give an answer and passed out and woke up repeatedly before being completely discharged and stretched out.
“First of all, let’s consider it fortunate that Cleon returned safely.”
“No way. I need more information about the Exiled Church. …If it’s so deep that even Promise-sama doesn’t know about it, it’s hidden in the darkness-“
Ruba looks down at her own hands.
“…To get that information, I’ll have to descend into the darkness too.”
“…”
Promis, who looked at Rubera as she clenched her fists, clapped her hands twice.
Then, the scenery of the room changed to a room with the fancy decorations of the club I visited someday.
“I’ll take care of that guy on my side. If Cleon is back, that means the princess is back too. It’s time to get back to work.”
“… Yes. I see. Amelia too…”
After Ruba said so, she grabbed her own sword-barisada and hung it around her waist her, then bowed her waist to Promis.
“Thank you for your cooperation. Promise-sama. ─As soon as possible. The plan you were talking about- the five dragons… I want you to execute it.”
“Yes. I’ll try.”
Looking at Rubera leaving her words like that, Promise nods her head.
“…Well, if I can find him properly.”
Then, clicking her tongue, she closed her eyes.
Together with the human that Ruba had destroyed, she disappeared on the spot.
