Haidger closed his eyes.
He remembered that day.
“Realizing there was no way, I turned to black magic. Though it’s not widely known, black magic shortens the user’s lifespan.”
Casus felt choked.
“I… know.”
“Fortunately, it seems I’m still in good shape.”
For Casus, it was completely unexpected.
That his father had dabbled in black magic.
“So… black magic is…”
“It failed. No magic exists that can bring the dead back to life. I was too greedy.”
“…”
“Even though it failed, I used the spell, so I have to accept whatever punishment comes.”
Only then did Casus understand why his father had passed down the dukedom to him so early.
Because he had used black magic, he could die at any time.
Therefore, it was better to pass on the title to his son as soon as possible.
Haidger looked at the papers on the table.
“To use black magic, you need a grimoire. I burned mine so that no one else could use it.”
“The grimoire… how did you get it?”
“I practically lived on the battlefield from a young age, expanding our territory and taking what was there. During that process, I discovered land with a grimoire.”
“Ah…”
“But it was written in an ancient language that no one could decipher.”
“…”
“I kept conquering foreign lands until I found a single elderly man who knew the ancient language.”
“An elderly man?”
“That old man was blind. Somehow, he gained the ability to read ancient language in exchange for losing his sight. You have to sacrifice something to gain a skill.”
“…So, to get the effect of the spell, you have to pay a corresponding price?”
“Yes. Not only that, the old man said that other grimoires might exist somewhere. If that’s true, there’s likely one in the royal family as well.”
“!”
Haidger narrowed his eyes.
“Moreover, it seems there’s someone in the royal family who can read ancient language.”
Haidger realized the situation was getting complicated and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I definitely did not handle this matter personally.”
“Then?”
“Someone else must have cast the spell on my behalf. Or tricked them into it.”
(This is a time separator.)
“Madam! You said one minute, do you know how much time has passed?”
“I never said I would!
Time had flown by in the garden, making the idea of a oneminute jog meaningless.
Kesha was at a loss for what to do with the frolicking Duchess.
It seemed like they were going to be up all night.
Atia bent over and took something out of her pocket.
It was a sandbag.
Atia attached sandbags to both of her legs.
“What is that, ma’am?”
“This? I’ll jog with the sandbags on. It’s not fun without them.”
“When did you even get those? Can’t you think about your body? Please…”
“It’s not like I’m a hemophiliac.”
Atia began to jog around the garden with the sandbags.
Kesha touched her forehead.
“Ugh… I’m really going crazy!”
“One, two, one, two.”
There was a downside to being a hemophiliac; the body quickly became fatigued and sensitive.
But she couldn’t stop exercising.
Atia had to keep moving for her body to stabilize.
Atia called Kesha, who reluctantly jogged beside her.
“Kesha.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know what it feels like to lose muscle mass overnight?”
“…What?”
“Screw death; that’s what happens.”
That’s when it happened.
Nine victims from the slave market who had just finished eating witnessed this.
A Duchess with something strange on her ankles and a blonde woman who looked like a maid were running together in the garden.
They weren’t going far, just running around in circles in a specific area.
Hari approached and asked,
“Wow, what are you doing?”
Normally, she would just stand still.
But Hari, who had been a saint, didn’t know the boundaries because she had been confined since childhood.
Moreover, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity about the fascinating Duchess and looked at her with her head held high.
‘How cute.’
Atia thought, looking at Hari with her round, adorable eyes.
She then stopped running and spoke to Hari.
“Want to exercise?”
“…What?”
Hari tilted her head.
‘Does she not know what exercise is?’
Atia pretended to run and explained to Hari.
“We’ve eaten, so let’s run.”
Behind Hari, who had a bewildered look on her face, Atia raised her hand.
“So, back there. We’ve eaten, we need to digest. Anyone want to run?”
Nine people who had just finished eating blinked their eyes and looked at each other.
“There are lots of trees and grass, so the air is good. How about we go for a light jog?”
Atia said with a sly smile.
They started walking in the garden like Atia, without understanding why.
It was better to walk lightly since they had just eaten.
Kesha looked at the increasing crowd and wore an expression that said, ‘Let it be.’
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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