Is this the power of the original heroine?

In the original work, Estelle didn’t do even a fraction of a fraction of the comfort, but it was truly calming down.

Soon Yanxi’s painful moans gradually subsided, and only rough breaths were heard.

“Ha…….”

Slowly raising his head, Yanxi’s cloudy eyes turned toward me. Yanxi laboriously licked his lips and spat out his voice, tiredly.

“……What. Go away.”

I knew he would say this.

Yet it wasn’t surprising at all to see Yanxi’s true self, who didn’t feign politeness even the second time around.

Because I already knew that he was this kind of person.

A person who despised others inside, but never showed it on the outside.

“Disappear, ……please.”

“Yes. I’ll go.”

“Get lost.”

“Yep yep. I’ll be gone in a bit.”

I casually answered Yanxi’s words, knowing he wouldn’t remember, and continued to pat his back.

Yanxi, whose mouth was the only thing alive, mumbled ‘get lost, disappear’ several times but couldn’t hold his drooping body.

Fortunately, there was no sign of the power going berserk, but there were other problems.

‘Do I have to keep doing this until morning?’

I had followed him out of guilt towards Yanxi, but I had no idea how long I had to continue like this.

I briefly stepped out during the meal. What if they look for us?

Yanxi would not want others to see him like this. As the heir of the Ferdia family, he always wanted to display only a perfect appearance.

‘Really, it’s exhausting to live like this.’

It was while I was absentmindedly patting Yanxi’s back without any plan.

Yanxi’s gaze, which had been blankly staring at the floor, turned towards me again, and his handsome face twisted slightly.

“……Elodie?”

Did he regain consciousness? This wasn’t in my expectations.

Yanxi, who was the gloomiest in the original work.

I didn’t know what he would do to me if he found out I had seen his weakness.

Yanxi, who had slowly raised his upper body while holding his forehead, asked with a forced smile.

“What happened?”

My heart eased slightly at Yanxi’s question, which was disguised as kindness.

‘Apparently, he doesn’t remember when he loses consciousness?’

Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to feign politeness towards me again.

I stepped back, pretending to know nothing, and spoke worriedly.

“Ah, I came out because I felt stuffy earlier, and I found you collapsed, brother.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes. That’s all. Are you okay?”

I glanced at Yanxi.

He didn’t seem to be panting or in pain, but his eyes were still cloudy.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

Yanxi answered with a habitual smile.

But it was still the night of the eclipse, and there was still considerable time before dawn, so I was reluctant to leave him alone.

“Should I call someone else.”

“No.”

“Then……. ”

“I’m fine, so just go. There’s no need to worry, no, don’t worry.”

“Understood. Then I’ll tell them that you went back to the bedroom because you were tired.”

“Okay.”

Yanxi seemed oddly absentminded, but since the conversation was flowing, he seemed fine.

“Um, if you’re feeling stressed, enough sleep and exercise are essential. Don’t worry, go in and rest quickly. I’ll go back now!”

After blabbering about the undoubtedly best unhelpful advice of enough sleep and exercise, I left the spot.

I hurried back towards the main house and then realized that I had left the lantern to light the way, just like six years ago.

I was too lazy to go back, so I carefully stepped forward, guided by the light seeping out of the main house.

‘That should pay off the debt.’

Yanxi Ferdia.

Others envied the strong power of his direct lineage.

An ability that could annihilate anything it touches; where else could there be such a powerful force that fits the attribute of destruction?

But for Yanxi, this power was a curse.

Since the moment he first awakened.

The power of annihilation was too overwhelming for his capacity, making it very hard to control.

If his mental strength weakened or his attention wavered even a little, the control over the power weakened, and whatever he was holding would be annihilated.
If it was an object, it would be fortunate, but if it were a person, it would be fatal.

Yansi lived engulfed in the anxiety that his hands could lead someone to death at any time.

But he could not reveal this fact to anyone.

“I am the successor of Duke Ferdia.”

He was the direct line of Duke Ferdia, who sealed the sin of gluttony, and the next head of the Ferdia family who would inherit the sealing of sin.

Yansi never forgot his duty.

Except for the night of the lunar eclipse when the moon was fully open.

Every time the night of the lunar eclipse returned, Yansi managed to hold on.

He secretly hid in a place where there were no people, desperately suppressing the raging power, and waited for the sun to rise.

But this year there was a variable.

It was the Duke Ferdia, who usually doesn’t have any appointments on the night of the lunar eclipse, declaring a family dinner.