Her flowing golden hair and confident attitude in any situation would surely captivate not only Lakrahan but all who watched her.
Briefly harboring such thoughts, he hurriedly lowered his head back to the book.
Until people would come to call him, a few hours before the wedding ceremony started.
Focused, Lakrahan turned the pages of the book.
[Star icon]Bercheria stood straight and sneakily glanced down at the scenery below the tree.
They were now perched in Muha’s new nest.
To check if the emperor’s party passed through the portal, they climbed onto Muha’s back, but Muha tossed them into his nest and left.
“If you activate the portal two or three times, all the mana in the nearby earth will vanish. You’d have to wait at least a week to ten days to have enough to open it again.”
“So you’ve brought someone who can generate mana.”
“It seems to be that boy.”
As Bercheria anxiously looked back, Dikper reassured her.
“Don’t worry. Muha will return soon. He must be hungry; I’ve been taking him around for days.”
“Yes.”
“Anyway, that boy is very unusual.”
With a touch of concern, Bercheria looked at the place where Lakrahan’s castle was.
People in the castle might be looking for her by now.
For a wedding prepared all day, Bercheria would be needed more than anything else.
Muha needed to return before it got later.
Bercheria still couldn’t feel reassured as she looked at Lakrahan’s distant castle.
“I didn’t even know such a boy existed in this land. It was a bit surprising.”
Dikper silently looked at Bercheria and turned her gaze away, which was looking at the distance, towards himself.
A hand much larger than her face carefully touched and then pulled away.
“Ask me why the boy is unusual.”
Black and white. Nestled precisely in between were gray eyes, made up of intricate threads and transparent pupils.
Sitting like this in midair and peering into Dipper’s eyes evoked a strange feeling, as if floating in the middle of the universe.
“Why, is it unusual?”
“It’s the same.”
Bercheria furrowed her brow as if unable to understand what was being said.
“What is?”
“You.”
Dipper slightly lifted his angular jaw in a masculine manner.
Though his gaze was intense, it was also deep.
“The energy I feel from that boy’s mana is the same as yours, Bercheria. As if originally one, but now split in two.”
Hearing that her energy was the same as an unfamiliar person’s sounded strange.
Screech.
From behind Dipper, Muha was flying in.
After checking behind him, Dipper smiled softly.
“I told you it wouldn’t take long, didn’t I?”
He dusted off his seat and extended a hand to Bercheria.
It was a place made of woven branches, with nowhere proper to step.
About to stand up on her own, Bercheria wavered, then lightly grasped the tips of Dipper’s extended hand.
He promptly covered her hand with his own.
Bercheria stood up, not of her own power, but propelled by his.
Dipper brushed leaves stuck to Bercheria’s dress.
An action most nobles would never undertake, he did without hesitation.
Bercheria, without any prejudice against such actions, accepted it nonchalantly.
“Are they people I should definitely be cautious of?”
“Absolutely. Messages to beware of them are being continuously sent around the royal vicinity.”
She looked up at the sky with still an expressionless face.
“Bercheria.”
Upon hearing Dipper’s voice, Bercheria lowered her head to meet his eyes.
He was looking at her with a soft smile.
“Have you ever thought about going back?”
“Back where?”
“To the tower.”
She looked at Dipper’s right eye, then his left, as if grasping the intent behind the question.
She slowly shook her head.
“Of course not. Although so many things happened suddenly, causing confusion, fear, and worries about how to proceed.”
“Yes.”
“If you ask me if I want to go back, the answer is absolutely no.”
A smile spread across Dipper’s lips.
“Understood. You don’t wish to go back to the tower.”
“No, never. No matter what happens, I won’t go back.”
Bercheria turned her head in the direction where the tower had disappeared.
The misty, damp air remained the same, but the tower where she had been trapped no longer existed.
The tower that had imprisoned Bercheria for a long time was now engraved in her body and in Lakrahan.
“So now you only have to choose. Whether to follow me, or stay here.”
Contrary to his robust masculine physique, Dipper’s voice was gentle, devoid of any coercion.
Behind him, Muha, who had arrived at some point, was perched at the edge of the nest, watching the two.
Perhaps Muha was bored; it let out a big yawn.
“We should go before it gets any later, Bercheria.”
The two climbed onto the back of Muha, who had been watching them from the nest.
Screech.
A large shadow rose into the night sky, stirring up the wind as it ascended.
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