I'll Abandon the Fake Savior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 115

The words “Don’t you want to reunite with your long-lost family?” were a trap. Merging with the Heven Church had been a fatal mistake. Doloris whispered sweetly to Greta that she could reclaim her long-lost family—and even her own mother.

Greta, who had resurrected countless people as undead yet never brought back her own mother. In truth, deep within her lay a fear of “failure.” She hesitated because her mother was not someone she could recklessly revive and discard like the others.

She never once considered that if her own mother was precious to her, then family might be just as precious to others. And Doloris struck precisely at this vulnerability.

[“I can bring her back completely—not as undead, but simply as a human.”]

That was exactly what the ancestral summoning ritual and magic were meant to achieve, she claimed. Not her unaccepting father or aunt, but the mother who had carried her for ten months with love and borne her in pain.

True magic—utterly incomparable to the research Greta had conducted thus far using Kendally. The moment Greta recognized Doloris as family, she fell helplessly into the Heven Church, and Doloris never ceased whispering sweetly to her. Thus, Greta became a fish that had taken the bait, followed Doloris here, and paid a horrific price.

“How… how could I… why me…!”

Greta, who had just killed with her own hands the last remaining member of her family, collapsed where she stood and wailed. Though their bloodline had not continued, there was the Margrave of Hopgrand, who had remained within the family’s protective circle. There was her own father, the Earl of Everium, whom she had so desperately longed to gain recognition from. And finally, Heathcliff—her own child, the very purpose of her life and the one she loved beyond measure. All of them had lost their lives by Greta’s hand.

Yet Doloris embraced Greta, who had expected to be left utterly alone once more, under the name of family—not merely as part of the Gypsy community or as an “aunt,” but as true family. She made Greta realize once again that their bond was one of blood. And yet, this was the outcome.

“Ah… aah…”

Greta sobbed, catching in her hands the blood endlessly flowing from Doloris’s body. As if she wanted to push it back into Doloris’s body, as if she wanted to stop the bleeding once and for all. This was the blood—the very blood that connected Doloris and Greta.

‘If all of this flows away, if it all vanishes into the earth…’

Only then would Greta truly be alone. She hated that thought. No—more than hatred, she was terrified. Yes, Greta was afraid of being left alone. That loneliness after losing her mother, the feeling that she would forever be alone in the Everium household. Back then, no matter how much she cried, laughed, spoke out, tripped right in front of someone, broke things, or acted outrageously—no one ever turned to look at her.

She feared becoming lonely again, just like in those childhood days when she felt as invisible as transparent air. Perhaps that was why Greta had clung so desperately to the idea of family—because once she gained the Earl of Everium’s recognition and became a true member of the Everium household, she believed she would never be lonely again.

“I… I just…”

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