“Who was your daughter that I saw two years ago? Was she a medium?”
Duke Gerwer’s breath gradually tightened.
Blake’s warning not to talk about Liche anymore was clear.
But despite the diminishing breath, Duke Gerwer twisted his lips as if in mockery.
“Are you going to kill me? On what grounds?”
Blake didn’t answer, but Duke Gerwer continued.
“If a duke murders another duke, it’s a death penalty. What about when you die?”
No one else except Duke Gerwer opened their mouths.
The inside of the bedroom was as quiet as if cold water had been poured.
“Is that young one monopolizing your daughter?”
Duke Gerwer’s finger pointed at Deon.
Unpleasant. It sounded as if he was treating Liche as property.
Deon was about to respond.
“No. It’s not your daughter.”
Duke Gerwer sneered at Blake. The next words should not come out. Blake used his ability to the maximum against Duke Gerwer.
A strong ability activation that could make breathing stop in an instant.
But…
“Her name is Letiom.”
Duke Gerwer calmly uttered the next words, completely ignoring Blake’s disbelief.
A ring broke off from Duke Gerwer’s finger, making a clear sound as it fell to the floor.
An unprecedented silence flowed through.
Duke Hebetzman, Deon, Robenhaf couldn’t even breathe properly. What did Duke Gerwer just say?
‘Liche…’
‘Blake’s daughter…’
Lethiom?
Although there was no way to completely exclude the possibility that Duke Gerwer’s words were false, each of them had something to guess about each other.
Deon’s om that disappeared cleanly.
Even in his mid-30s, Lordwick, who looked healthier than before, rather than getting worse.
Even Duke Hebetzman, who was teetering between life and death, stabilized and woke up.
The only way to solve all these events.
Purify the side effects of ability users.
“You can only do Lethiom. It’s the only way to purify this curse-like side effect.”
Duke Gerwer looked at Blake.
And not only him. Duke Hebetzman, Robenhaf, and even Deon.
“Duke Gerwer won’t do.”
Now it was clear why he was so reluctant to show his daughter to Duke Gerwer.
“Blake.”
Duke Hebetzman called him.
“Did Lordwick have Letiom?”
……
While looking at the back of Ian running ahead, Liche fell into deep thought.
Ian avoiding Duke Gerwer’s father’s attempt to kill him was understandable. After all, it’s his own father trying to kill him. However, it was unclear why Ian didn’t escape alone and brought Liche along.
“Liche, hide in that building,” as if she needed to hide from her own father.
Liche entered the building Ian pointed to. It was a small building reminiscent of a chapel within the academy grounds. It was dark inside, probably abandoned.
Ian asked Liche, “Aren’t you cold?”
“Yeah. What about you?”
“I’m fine.”
They hid behind a large hanging banner behind a wall. The concealed space was spacious enough for the two to hide.
It wasn’t a desperate situation of escaping Duke Gerwer immediately. In the darkness, sitting side by side on the floor with their legs stretched out, Pythonus communicated with Ian in his mind.
[How about practicing light magic now?]The spells Pythonus provided were to turn a stone into water and create fire, and a spell to generate light.
When Liche cast the spell, a small light floated in the air, brightening the surroundings. Ian praised Liche, finding it fascinating. Liche turned her head and silently observed Ian, who had a pretty face. Under sparkling golden lashes, clean black pupils gleamed. Ian’s eyes toward Liche always had a warm glow.
“Ian, but why did we run away?”
Of course, Liche had to escape from Duke Gerwer, but Ian probably didn’t know the details, so he asked. Ian hesitated, then moved his red lips quietly.
“… Because my father shouldn’t see you.”
It was a calm tone, but to Liche, it sounded like a thunderbolt.
There were many things she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Ian nodded as if he knew what questions Liche would ask.
“My father is looking for you, Liche. My father is… dangerous.”
The insane appearance of Duke Gerwer that he saw when he was young. His father was obsessed with finding Liche. Obsessively, as if trying to kill her.
Ian knew about Duke Gerwer repeatedly going to Lordwick’s territory, probably to see the daughter of Lordwick. So, if Duke Gerwer found out Liche’s identity, he wouldn’t let her go. Perhaps until Liche died.
The moment Ian heard the sounds of people saying Duke Gerwer had visited, the only thought that came to his mind was that he had to hide Liche.
“Why did you come to the academy, I don’t know until when you’ll stay, but you must never meet my father.”
“… When did you find out?”
It was different from the situation where he thought he was caught by Deon. Ian knew exactly.
What Liche was and why Duke Gerwer was targeting her.
Ian calmly answered Liche’s stumbling question. He seemed to have no intention of hiding what he knew.
“I found out last weekend.”
Last weekend.
It was when they returned to Lordwick Mansion because of Deon’s symptoms.
“But how? Ian, because of your necklace, your ability…”
Liche shifted her gaze to Ian’s neck. Two necklaces that came out of his shirt while running were visible.
“Yeah. It’s not because of my ability. Someone told me.”
“Who? Zig?”
As far as Liche knew, only Zigbert knew about her identity.
Ian and Zig were friends, so Zig might have told him.
But Liche’s guess was wrong. Ian shook his head.
“It was Hekanka.”
“What?”
“What did you say?!”
Even Pythonus jumped out of his pocket and shouted.
Hekanka. Why does that name naturally come out of Ian’s mouth?
“Gerwer brat! What’s that nonsense? How do you know that little brat?!”
Pythonus suddenly jumped onto Ian’s head, scolding him with his upper body bowed.
Watching this, Liche, surprised, reached out towards Pythonus.
“Watch out! Pythonus!”
“Huh? Contractor, why?!”
The moment Liche grabbed Pythonus’ body, Pythonus also sensed something similar to Liche and bristled his fur.
“Ian…?”
In Liche’s eyes, Ian’s right eye was gradually tinted with a golden light.
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
