Hickenka tried to chase after Riché, but was blocked by Pithonus.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Kuk.”
Hickenka’s golden eyes narrowed. Pithonus smiled and snapped his fingers.
“Must continue what I started.”
At his provocation, Hickenka made an annoyed face.
“I’ll finish it soon.”
Meanwhile, Riché had left the treatment room. Clang was seen in the distance down the corridor.
As he was bringing the herbs, he heard the explosion and was running.
“Clang!”
“Miss!”
Clang took Ziegbert from Riché and asked,
“Miss Riché, what’s going on here!”
“That is, that is……!”
First, they had to get as far away from the treatment room as possible. Clang could not be involved in that fight. Instead of explaining the inexplicable, Riché tried to leave the spot, holding Clang’s hand.
“Where are you going?”
If only it had not been Hickenka following them.
“We still have something to discuss.”
Cold sweat flowed at the eerie voice. Clang, who had been holding her hand, lost consciousness like a marionette doll with its strings cut. It was Hickenka’s ability.
“Right? Riché.”
He called her name with golden eyes.
“My Agnes.”
Riché, frozen like a mouse in front of a snake, stared at the cold fingertips approaching her.
Just before that hand touched Riché’s cheek, someone tackled him from behind.
“Hey, what’s going on here? Why is our Philip bothering the Miss? Huh?”
Jed sat on the fallen Hickenka. Despite the playful tone, there was no smile on his face.
If he had been just a little later in coming to the treatment room to find Riché, it would have been a disaster.
Hickenka, who had fallen on the floor, chuckled and then raised his head. His eyes, still frozen, met Riché’s.
“It’s time.”
The golden light gradually disappeared from Hickenka’s right eye, now the same brown as the left.
A last voice flowed from Hickenka’s smiling mouth.
“See you next time. Young……”
He couldn’t finish the sentence. At his collapsed figure, Riché suddenly came to her senses.
“Miss, are you okay? What the heck is going on here?”
‘Pithonus!’
If it wasn’t Hickenka who followed her, but Pithonus, what happened to him?
“Wait a moment!”
Riché ran to the treatment room, leaving behind Jed, who was asking about the situation.
The door to the treatment room was wide open, and the inside was a mess.
Broken windows, shattered and overturned furniture, not a single intact utensil…
In that place, like a clearance site, Pithonus was lying on a sofa with burst cushions.
“Pican!”
Riché, conscious of Jed, called Pithonus by another name and approached him. Halfclosed small eyes looked at Riché.
[Contractor.]‘Are you okay?!’
[Sorry, but I think I’ll have to visit the lakeside again…….]With those words, Pithonus lost consciousness and let his head drop.
As Riché sighed in relief that Pithonus was breathing, about to brush her chest,
“Riché.”
From behind Ritche, Blake’s voice, leading the knights, was heard.
Like Clang and Zed, he had rushed over after hearing the commotion inside the mansion.
“Ah, Father.”
Deon, who came with him, looked around the treatment room and scowled.
“What is this mess?”
Thud.
Ritche’s heart sank.
(This is a time separator.)
“It’s outrageous!”
The angry voice of a man echoed in the room.
The boy who had gone to find his father’s room to say something stopped his hand, about to knock, at the sound coming through the door crack.
A blond, handsome man in his late twenties. The Gerwer Duke was mumbling to the communicator in front of him.
“Lordwick surely knows. In that house, the Lertium……. that adopted daughter must be Lertium.”
Ever since he saw the side effect of Derkedyon Lordwick being purified at the hunting game, the Gerwer Duke had considered all the situations he could think of.
He came up with a highly likely hypothesis in the process.
Although he thought that Lordwick could not have taken Lertium as Blake’s energy remained the same.
“Adopting a commoner girl is suspicious. She’s just seven years old, so he’s waiting for her to become old enough to purify……!”
[It’s not like I said. That adopted daughter is not Lertium.]The irritated voice of an old man flowed from the communicator.
[You don’t have to be so angry, this side too has been thrown off. An unexpected guy has appeared.]Tsk, the old man clicked his tongue and seemed to be about to end the communication.
[Anyway. I’ll contact you again later.]“That, that’s all!”
The Gerwer Duke desperately grabbed the communicator, still not disconnected, and shouted.
“Tell me only that! Is the future I saw correct?”
[Future? Almost.]“What do you mean……!”
But the communication was brutally cut off. The Gerwer Duke, unable to contain his anger, stared at the silent communicator and yelled.
‘…….’
The boy swallowed his breath in surprise at the sight of his father, a side he had never seen before.
The Gerwer Duke slammed his fist down on the desk. His sleek hair was disheveled.
“Why……. why isn’t it there? I’ve searched so hard[Dash]!”
Gerwer’s prophetic eyes had very rarely shown the future.
The Gerwer Duke had dreamt of that future six months ago.
A market selling slaves. In that place that seemed to be the dirtiest in the world, the Gerwer Duke was standing as an illusion.
A child sat blankly inside the cage. The filth was unspeakable, too unclean to even occupy the same space.
But the moment he saw the presence of light in that child with his own eyes, chills ran down the Gerwer Duke’s spine.
It’s Lertium. Lertium had been born in his generation.
‘It’s mine.’
The child had dominated his mind when he woke from the dream.
It was a prophecy. Gerwer’s ability had shown that future to give Lertium to him.
But for some unknown reason, no matter how much he scoured the empire’s slave markets, Lertium could not be found.
“It must be Lordwick. Lordwick took my Lertium……. ”
His clenched fist trembled.
Purified Lordwick prince. And the commoner child adopted by Lordwick Duke.
He was convinced that the adopted daughter was Lertium, given the situation.
[There’s no Lertium in the Lordwick Ducal house.]The man had denied it.
Was it a denial of his own conviction?
A month ago, the old man who approached me as I was rummaging through the slave markets. There was no doubt that he was my ancestor.
Because it was reflected in his prophetic eyes like that. The soul with Gerwer’s ability was inside the old man.
“……. ”
The Gerwer Duke turned his head.
The door he thought was closed was slightly ajar.
“Who’s there.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
