192 – Brand (2)
Was he secretly following me? Siron, who made eye contact with Lucia, who was clutching her red hair, thought about that for a moment.
“Would you please get out of the way?”
It was a simple illusion. Didn’t Lucia bow her head and pass by Siron and go inside, as if she had talked to Dexter in advance?
Lucia entered the hospital room and placed the bouquet of chrysanthemums she was holding in her hand on the patient’s bedside. Siron guessed that there was something between the patient and Lucia, as each touch was done gently and neatly, as skillfully as someone who had done it a lot.
‘Aren’t white chrysanthemums only used at funerals?’
Siron, suppressing the urge to say something else, approached behind Lucia. As work was done to check the patient’s condition, Lucia seemed unfazed even though the terrible lesion was clearly visible.
Lucia took a deep breath and turned to Siron.
“I didn’t know you were the one treating the professor.”
“…professor?”
“Why? You know what I told you last time. The professor who offered me a research position.”
Siron recalled a story from a few weeks ago from Lucia’s words.
Perhaps because of his engagement to Siriel, the relationship between Siron and Lucia has become quite estranged recently. No matter where she went, Lucia always came home late at night. Siron was so busy that he couldn’t even tell Lucia to come home early.
I had to practice magic and pay off tens of millions of shillings worth of debt. Another important thing was the custom production of a ring to give to Siriel. Although the two lived in the same house, they rarely saw each other again.
“Was that the professor who encouraged you to go to graduate school?”
“…huh.”
“I was wondering where on earth you had been, and I found out that you were late because you were visiting a professor.”
“Yeah, well…”
Lucia acknowledged Siron’s question with a humble expression.
Assistant Berian and an unknown benefactor. It was Lucia who shouted at Assistant Manager Berian, saying that she would dig into that relationship. However, after investigating Professor Reynold’s whereabouts, all I found was a return letter with no sign of anyone other than Varian awakening to know the identity of the sponsor.
A fool, an asshole, an idiot. Lucia almost grabbed her head as a feeling of self-destruction flooded her. A few days had passed since I shouted so loudly, but I was so frustrated with no progress being made that it was even difficult to breathe.
“Why are you hurting yourself?”
Siron smiled at the girl who looked like she was about to die.
“It looks like you have some major concerns, so let’s talk about it.”
“Aren’t you busy?”
Lucia straightened her tousled hair and stared at Chiron.
“I’m sure you’re busy all day, and you didn’t even show your face because you always practiced in the basement of the gymnasium.”
“Why do you ask questions about someone who will listen to your concerns?”
“…Anyway. I’m not so shameless as to ask a busy person for something.”
“upset?”
“…This time, I’m going to do it on my own. If you marry Siriel, I won’t be left alone. I’ll have to find out how I’ll live in preparation for that time. Maybe I can go to the Devil’s Realm with my father…”
“Ah, I’m pissed off.”
Siron stabbed his face with a finger, looking very upset. Lucia blushed at the provocation that seemed to deliberately anger her.
“Oh, kinda! Why are you doing that!”
“Tell me properly, why do you keep throwing me off? Are you so upset that I’m getting engaged to Siriel?”
[Hero? I think it’s better to stop.]
“So, I tried to make you feel better by asking me to go somewhere to have fun. But, wasn’t it you who got angry and refused for no reason?”
Siron ignored Latera’s call and continued poking Lucia’s cheek. Latera was horrified to see Lucia trembling.
[Hero, please stop! It’s not just the two of us, there are other humans too! Aren’t you embarrassed?]
‘Stay quiet. ‘I have a feeling that if I prod a little more, things will get easier.’
Siron turned his head to Lucia, who was shaking with her fists clenched.
“Cardinal, I will contact you soon with good news.”
“…thank you.”
Devialet gave a short nod to Siron, who was carrying the red-haired girl.
A childish argument that occurred out of nowhere. Although I felt embarrassed for a moment by his prank on a critically ill patient, Devialet was the only believer that Siron knew to be a warrior.
A warrior is one who executes the will of God. Devialet, who claimed to be a servant of God, came to us without even sending a message, and it was rude for him to blindly lead us and ask for help. It was perfect for Devialet to roll up his sleeves and come forward like that.
“Dexter, don’t be too upset. We will do our best to help your son recover quickly.”
“Thank you.”
In addition, Siron was also taking care of Dexter, who could not erase the shadow from his face.
‘Hero…!’
What if I do something a little bit incomprehensible? In Devialet’s view, Siron was the embodiment of a loving and just warrior. Devialet held his sore nose and lowered his head.
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Dexter, whose nose was sore and full of emotion, stared at Chiron.
“When my son can fully rise… I’ll give him anything he wants within my power. I’ll never forget this grace for the rest of my life. And thank you, Lucia.”
“Me, me?”
Caught in his side like a piece of luggage, Lucia raised her head in amazement.
“I didn’t say what I was going to do. I didn’t want to be with him in the first place…”
“It’s not like that. How can you shamelessly act against someone else’s precious child?”
Dexter took Lucia’s hand sadly.
“I heard that you are the only student who has come to visit your son. Black. I’m very envious of Sir Hugo. How did you have such pretty nieces and nephews?”
“Just trust me. I will definitely catch and kill the bastard who made you like this.”
Lucia widened her eyes and made a promise. a man It was also because it was not an easy scene to see a middle-aged man with deep wrinkles on his face shed tears in front of others.
Lucia, a girl at the height of her sensitivity, could not bear to speak harsh words in front of Dexter, who was shedding tears.
*
The 7 apostles, who leave scars that never heal, are the ones who should have been in the Demonic World. The day after I offered Lucia a research position. The fact that the patient was attacked meant that the whereabouts of the Seven Apostles were somewhere in this empire.
‘Has the possibility of the scenario proceeding as the original has completely disappeared?’
In the original work, Siron walked down a deserted alley, recalling the seven apostles who never left the demonic realm.
Of course, I wasn’t alone. In front of him were Lucia, who had a sullen expression, and Seira, who was excited about her first night walk in a long time.
“What kind of research are you doing that you’ve been doing for hundreds of years?”
“…I don’t know. From what the professor said, it seems like he has a great interest in teleportation. And when I actually heard about it, it seems like he has a different mind.”
“Oh, my! What kind of guy is there? That guy called the sponsor. Something is suspicious. The archmage’s intuition is telling! He’s coming!”
“Ah, yes…”
“Besides, if the research is so dangerous, I should do it alone. Why are you dragging someone else’s precious child into it? It’s shameless!”
“I told you earlier. That elf has a disability where all of his energy channels are cut off. He seems to be a wizard who is quite crazy about research.”
“I’m sorry, but no one in the world calls someone who can’t use magic the title wizard.”
“Get ready. They’re here.”
Siron stopped the chattering Seira and looked up at the high wall. It was a plaster wall surrounding the outskirts of the academy, and Lucia said it had a protective spell that prevented outsiders without a pass from accessing it.
“Now, it’s your turn to step forward.”
Siron slapped Seira on the back. Seira, who recognized the signal, frowned and tried to pass through the center of the campus and open the gate leading to the Magenta Wing.
“…I don’t know who made it, but the technique is quite excellent.”
“So, you’re saying you can’t do it?”
“But you met the wrong person. Just wait a moment. It will be soon.”
‘…this is right?’
Lucia gave a sullen look to the two who were having a conversation that sounded like they were talking about bank robberies. Shiron was originally a strange guy, but Sera was also strange. It definitely wasn’t like this 500 years ago. She had a lot of pride in magic, so she would clearly say that she didn’t want to do it if she thought it was against the law…
“Who am I? I am the Archmage Seira. If I am caught by the greatest mage, this level of barrier can be created in an instant…”
“That’s great. You’re not a hero’s companion for nothing.”
“Right? I’m amazing, right?”
Seira smiled brightly at the pouring praise and soon created the gate leading to the Magenta Building.
‘Is it because I’m older? The child is completely destroyed.’
Lucia, who closed her eyes tightly, turned her head away from her now ugly friend.
‘This never happened when I was with Yura.’
Missing her old friend who had already left today, Lucia silently followed Chiron as she crossed the gate.
After passing the gate, there was no need to talk about it, and it was done quickly. After evading the guards patrolling the campus, Chiron safely broke into the building where Professor Reynold’s laboratory was located, and took out a holy sword and a rope that seemed wet and soggy.
“I don’t know because there are too many people.”
“…Uh, see the third window over there? The guy wearing glasses over there is an elf named Varian.”
Even late at night, most of the labs were crowded. Among them, Lucia pinched one of the windows and pointed at Varian.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Chiron giggled and grabbed the rope tightly.