154 – Scene 154# return
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“… no. no way… . Count… . Oh no… !”
Wendy struggled to wake up from her slumber, breathing heavily.
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
I had a terrible nightmare.
Even if a year passes, even if 10 years pass… . A dream from which Tristan cannot wake up.
“Black… .”
Recalling the goose bumps, Wendy involuntarily hugged her shoulder.
In that vivid dream, Wendy’s tears dried up.
There was not a single happy day.
The days when I couldn’t do anything even with Tristan getting thinner in bed.
She cried and cried every day, so eventually her tears stopped coming out.
There was a slight darkness in the hospital room.
It was a quiet morning.
Tristan was still lying on the bed in front of her.
Also… . It was not a dream.
“Sniff… .”
Wendy wiped the tears from her eyes.
Tears that had dried up in the dream flowed again.
It hurt like a bruise in my chest.
What on earth could she do with him in front of him who had lost consciousness?
Wendy grabbed Tristan’s hand as he lay on the bed.
Then it came to mind.
The kind hand that was extended to her on the stairway of truth.
The kind hand that wiped her tears.
And the kind hand that stroked her hair.
How many times had I plucked up the courage in that hand?
Wendy would never have gotten up if it hadn’t been for Tristan’s outstretched hand.
Wendy said while holding Tristan’s hand tightly like a precious treasure.
“Count. me, me today… I had a dream. A dream from which the Count cannot wake up like this… . Even after one year… . Even after 5 years… . Even after 10 years, the Count still hasn’t woken up… . sniff.”
He wiped away tears and continued talking.
“Bae, that’s what the Count said. In 10 years, I will grow up great… . I don’t know if it was because I heard that… . It really did as the Count said… . Even though it was a dream, I… I became an adult… .”
In the dream, Wendy was not a girl.
Anyone could see that she had become a full-fledged lady.
Her short stature grew quickly, and her body, which had been thin and unappealing, was transformed into a body that embraced the charm of an adult woman.
But… .
“But I couldn’t show it to the Count… . No matter how many times I call… . No matter how much I screamed, he didn’t wake up… . black… .”
Wendy’s voice began to tremble.
“No matter how much I shouted to see him, the Count didn’t wake up… . that is… . It was so sad… . I’ve finally reached the age where I can stand side by side with the Count, but why… .”
No matter what she said, no answer came back, but it didn’t matter.
Wendy told him what she had been holding deep in her heart.
“Always… . I will always be by your side… . Whether morning or evening… . The moment the Count opens his eyes, I… . I’ll be by your side… . I will always be the Count’s exclusive agent.”
Wendy swallowed her tears and pretended to be as brave as possible.
“I have to be the Count, too. I cannot be happy without the Count.”
“Wendy… .”
“Because to me, the Count is the most… . ah? Yes? Yes… ?”
“… Bring some water.”
When Wendy looked up at the sudden low voice, Tristan was coughing dryly and frowning.
That appearance was no different from the usual Tristan that Wendy remembered.
“I’m thirsty… .”
“count… sir?”
He, who had been unconscious just a few minutes ago, was sitting with his upper body raised.
Wendy asked him back, not even pinching her own cheeks.
“Oh, it’s not a dream… ? Isn’t it?”
“… A little hazy, but probably not. If it had been a dream, I wouldn’t have felt this kind of thirst… .”
Tristan replied angrily.
The voice Wendy wanted to hear again. A voice I hadn’t heard even in my dreams.
It was the voice of Tristan that I thought I would never hear again.
Tears welled up in Wendy’s eyes, which she thought were already dry.
“Hey… ! I really… . You really are a Count… ? Isn’t that a dream?!”
“yes… . So bring some water.”
“Count… ! ahhhhh… !”
Wendy ran into Warak Tristan’s arms.
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“ah… . Miss Bella, are you here?”
It was dawn when Bella, who had gone to paradise, arrived at the hospital.
It was Blanche and Helga that she ran into at the entrance of the hospital.
“… How is the Count?”
“The crisis has passed. Thanks to the therapists and Miss Wendy for their desperate help… .”
“is that so… .”
Bella let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing that Tristan’s heart, which had once stopped, started beating again, Bella set off for paradise as if possessed.
To ask Michaela to rescue Tristan.
It was the best and last resort she could do.
Bella was prepared to give her all.
The identity of being a duke’s family.
The honor of being called Chilseong, which has supported the empire.
Even the noble power received from the gods, the magic of light… . I could have given everything to get him back.
There was no hesitation.
Wasn’t he prepared to spend a happy day with Tristan in his dreams?
All Bella could do now was wait.
He would just have to wait for Michaela to rescue him from Hell. Since he is an omnipotent god, he will surely bring him back.
no. Even if Michaela can’t save Tristan, it doesn’t matter.
Even if God gave up on him, she would never give up on him.
And… It’s probably the same for others.
Bella looked at the two people in front of her eyes.
Both of them had thick dark circles around their eyes, as if they had stayed up all night.
In particular, Helga’s expression was darker than Blanche’s. And in her hand was a lit cigarette.
“you… Did you smoke too?”
“… … Sometimes. It’s a secret from the Count.”
Helga took a sip of her cigarette.
This situation burned black like the inside of her, who must have been as frustrated as anyone else.
When Tristan fell, the escort knight was unexpectedly calm. But again, it was just pretending to be that way. Even now, her fingers holding the cigarette were trembling.
Bella suddenly realized that there was no one in sight.
“Come to think of it, where is Miss Wendy?”
“I am now sleeping next to the Count. I didn’t want to leave the count’s side even for a second… .”
but. Wendy deserves it.
As the youngest of those who worried about Tristan more than anything else, she must have been particularly shocked.
If the situation where Tristan cannot wake up is prolonged, there will be an indelible scar in Wendy’s heart.
“… Then it goes up slowly.”
Stuffing her cigarette, Helga took Bella and Blanche to the hospital room.
“Therapists say they intend to have surgery tomorrow morning.”
“Surgery?”
“Yes. He said he was thinking of trying to access the count’s mental world with mental magic. I don’t know if it will work… . We should do something.”
“… … .”
It was a dark story.
Psychic spells used in hospitals start by drawing the spell directly on the patient’s head. In particular, the risk was very high because it was a technique of shaving the patient’s head and drawing directly on it.
Unless the patient is in critical condition, it is a rule not to use psychiatric techniques.
Nevertheless, to use spirit-type magic is to use it with the mindset of catching straw, as Helga said. In other words… . Tristan’s condition must be close to despair.
Bella clenched her fists.
From now on, a long treatment may begin. My heart, which has collapsed many times, will have to collapse again in the future… .
As I walked down the quiet hallway, I approached Tristan’s hospital room.
Cries were heard in the ears of the three of them.
“Bae, Count… ! ahhhhh… !”
Cries close to screams could be heard through the hallways.
If I’m not mistaken, it was Wendy’s cry.
The three of them immediately noticed that and their eyes met. And as if it were almost a promise, an ominous thought crossed his mind.
“no way… … ?!”
Helga was the first to move.
She raced through the hospital hallways at incredible speed.
On the other hand, Bella and Blanche started running a little late. However, the two quickly caught up with Helga.
And the distance to the hospital room was not that long in the first place. Wendy’s cries grew louder.
bang-!
Helga opened the door with near-breaking momentum and entered.
“Count!?”
Helga, who was the first to face the situation in the hospital room, froze on the spot.
And it was the same for Blanche and Bella.
“… … count?”
A nobleman sitting on a white bed… . And in that arms was Wendy.
Hugging Wendy, who burst into tears, he raised his eyes as if he was a little surprised when he saw the three people suddenly intruding.
“you guys… .”
“count! Are you out of your mind?!”
“Blanche?”
Blanche was the first of the three to rush at the Count.
“Are you okay?!”
Blanche said, squeezing Tristan’s hand.
“I was worried… ! I’m afraid I won’t wake up forever… . Do you know how worried I was? Since then I… .”
“yes… . A bit late, but I kept my promise.”
“… Yes?”
“Didn’t you ask for it?”
“… !”
Blanche hurriedly covered her mouth at Tristan’s words. And it didn’t take long before the hand covering her mouth soon covered her eyes. Bella couldn’t help but be surprised when she saw her shoulders start to move little by little.
That’s something even Blanche’s owner, Bella, has never seen before… Because it was her cry.
“Count… … !”
While Bella was embarrassed for a moment, Helga staggered towards Tristan.
And just like that, he hugged his neck.
Tristan closed his eyes at the sudden embrace.
“Hello… . How long have I been asleep?”
“Huh… . almost a day… . About a day!”
“Is that the only thing that took… .”
“Nothing but that! What a long day for me… ! How much do I love the Count… . how much… .”
“It’s done… . let go It’s hard to breathe.”
Tristan said with an uncomfortable face. The face was exactly the same as the Tristan that Bella knew.
Realizing that fact, Bella barely took her foot off.
“you… . Are you really back? How in hell-.”
“for a moment….”
Tristan stopped Bella from approaching with his hand. Then he raised his index finger and said.
“Drink a glass of water and answer.”
god dammm magos
Girls, please give him water already.