Emerald curses were soaring toward him. Mocking him, tightening Ru even more painfully, they were ridiculing him, saying that he was nothing. Carlos was sending Ru back, wanting to show Hayden this miserable sight. That guy didn’t even know the value of precious things. Precious things were always one’s own, and since he had never had anything taken away, he recklessly did such things.

Hayden’s fingers trembled. The curse that had been entwined around Ru’s fingertips began to loosen.

Then suddenly, a bone-crushing sound was heard.

“Your Majesty.”

The voice calling the Emperor contained a request to stop what he was doing. No one could stop Hayden, but the person opposing him had the right to enter this room and had been overseeing Hayden all along.

“You should not do this.”

Ethan, the Emperor’s eyes and Rustica Genesis’s father, firmly stopped Hayden. That curse was parasitic on Ru’s life and deeply rooted. Trying to remove that curse and do her a favor was a foolish act.
Above all, the cost was tremendous. If Ethan hadn’t covered Hayden’s hands as if grabbing them, Hayden would have witnessed his hands contorting.

“There’s nothing I can do right now except this.”

Ethan gazed at the stern face of the Emperor. He managed to suppress his energy in front of Ru, but he let it loose outside. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to breathe.

Hayden raised his head, unable to say anything, and met eyes with Ethan, who was narrowing his eyes.

The handsome face of the Plache Viscount, whose rumors had spread far and wide, was fine until a few days ago, but it started to look haggard after his eldest daughter collapsed. Hayden lowered his head again.

“…I shouldn’t speak to the Emperor. I’m sorry.”

With his daughter unconscious, his father was not in his right mind. Milene, the mother, also dropped her work and rushed over as soon as she heard the news, but they couldn’t leave Plache alone.

In the end, while Ethan was handling the aftermath of the assassination attempt, he looked at his sleeping daughter whenever he had the chance. After all, they had been separated in life and had just met again, so what would the father’s feelings be?

“You can do it again anytime. The important thing is for everyone to be healthy. Ru needs to get better, and Your Majesty must maintain your health without harm.”

As if a father was advising his son, the sturdy and large man nodded with his head bowed deeply.

“Still, there is a positive signal, isn’t there?”

Where is it exactly? How? Hayden, unable to understand, looked up at Ethan, who was searching for a ‘positive signal,’ despite his inner confusion.

“Ru mentioned that she came by teleportation. She wouldn’t lie in that situation.”

Bound by the curse and unable to use her strength properly, how could she teleport? Ethan, a magician himself, found that point very questionable.

“That… Hayden turned his gaze towards Ru, who lay with closed eyes and a pale face. She still slept like a dead person.

“That’s because Ru realized she was a Southern Sage.”

Ethan, who was too absent-minded to ask what that meant, looked at the Emperor with a surprised face.

“I won’t say she didn’t suspect it.”

Hayden mumbled, pressing his temples. It was unthinkable that Ethan Ars Genesis, who had never doubted once, would have doubted. He had learned in detail about the Sage Council after coming to the Perseta Empire.

“…Which parent would easily say their child is a genius, let alone a sage?”

Just because others called her a genius and Carlos seemed obsessed with Ru, they concluded that. Thinking beyond that was a burden to the Genesis family.

“I couldn’t tell the Emperor until Ru, the party concerned, knew first.”
Then the story goes that the daughter knew she was a Southern Sage. Ethan looked at his daughter, whose shoulders seemed to be getting heavier, with a dark expression.

“She’ll wake up soon, right?”

If she’s a Southern Sage, it’s possible. It’s a story about standing shoulder to shoulder with the Dragon Lord, the Emperor, and the Devil’s Head.

“I hope so.”

Hayden muttered heavily.