“…….”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

Freedom. That was all she wished for.

Lamein, who let out a short sigh, slowly got up.

A foul scent rushed from the fallen rose on the floor.

She gently inhaled and slowly tilted her head.

And she looked down at Sion, who was sprawled out nicely on the floor.

“Tell your father I stopped by.”

“…….”

“And that I looked very healthy.”

With that, she collected her cold gaze and headed for the door.

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Returning home, Lamein collapsed onto her bed.

A momentary whiff of the rose and suddenly pouring memories made her head feel like it was going to split.

She began to sort out the tangled memories one by one.

A child possessing both healing and killing power.

‘Zelda, never let anyone find out about your ability. Mom doesn’t want to lose you, my love.’

A child with a rare ability that might be born once in a century.

The moment that ability was discovered, a child who had to die at her parents’ hands had to live alone without her family, brutally killed by people.

The moment she stepped into a large mansion she had never lived in, holding the hand of a man who promised to take care of her.

She was used as a weapon to heal the dying people on the battlefield.

Lamein hid the fact that she had killing power from Heter.

Because she knew how cruelly he would use her if he knew.

“It’s a wonder I’ve lived with my sanity.”

A part of her chest seethed.

“Cruel humans.”

Her bitten lips quivered.

The lie that she lost her healing power was not discovered, and Heter neither killed nor expelled Lamein.

After that, Lamein made a different choice.

Just like the original work.

Immoral and illmannered, the sort of maiden that anyone would see as a disgrace to the family.

Getting kicked out of the Calipso mansion was her only goal.

And an unexpected royal decree for marriage.

That was the only freedom she had found.

Lamein, who had been deep in thought with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes.

‘Please take this medicine to Traum village.’

She focused quietly on the faintly emerging memory.

Traum village.

“Where is that?”

If Lamein had sent medicine to Traum village, she might find clues about the herbs and medicine there.

Lamein, who had abruptly risen from the bed, headed for the library.

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“The young mistress returned to the mansion about an hour ago.”

Cedric listened to Roberto’s report as he took off his jacket.

“And she is currently in the library.”

“The library?”

“Yes.”

Cedric, who had been staring intently at Roberto, withdrew his gaze.

“Is anything wrong?”

Roberto asked, examining his master’s face closely.

“No. Why?”

“Your face looks dark.”

“It’s nothing. I want to be alone, so you can leave.”

“Yes. Call me if you need anything.”
Roberto left, and Cedric slumped down at the table by the window.

‘There was one thing they feared more than a sword.’

‘It’s water. Water.’

Along with Edward’s words, Lamein remembered the day she had fallen into the water.

She had seemed anxious from the moment she boarded the boat.

Her appearance, sitting on one side of the boat and reading a book because she wasn’t feeling very well, looked uneasy.

And the moment when they had rescued her from the water and came to land.

The sensation of her body trembling in terror was still vivid.

Of course, she had fallen into the water, so that could happen.

“Then she wouldn’t have been anxious from the beginning.”

Now the thoughts are heading in a different direction.

The first moment he saw Lamein.

He briefly remembered the child who had saved himself and disappeared, looking into her violet eyes.

There could be countless people with such eyes.

It was only a fleeting thought.

He had forgotten it.

‘Of course, saving someone doesn’t change my life.’

‘You won’t know how painful it is to just watch people die, only being able to live by saving someone!’

The words the woman who had come to talk about Rodele had said.

It was the same as the words of the woman who had tried to save him, turning his blood inside out.

Doubt began to arise with overlapping memories.

And the moment he personally checked Cain’s wound that came into the room.

Despite being stabbed and slashed with a knife, like his clean body.

He confirmed a very faint scar, so faint that it could not be said to have bled, and was convinced.

“But why on earth does she act like that?”

Cedric narrowed his eyes slowly.

“It would be difficult to save a life the moment someone knows her identity.”

He remembered her figure, running without even looking back in an emergency.

…Then.

“Other people might find out first.”

Cedric, with sunken eyes, stood up from his seat.

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Lamein spread out a map on the large desk in the library.

“Traum Village is…….”

Her finger, moving as if drawing on the map, stopped at one place.

“It’s quite far, isn’t it?”

She started to ponder, staring through the map.

A carriage? But is it a road that a carriage can travel?

A horse? No, that’s too scary.