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🕑 Added 2024-05-24 12:15:54 +0000 UTCChapter 1081
"...He fell asleep."
Kishiar quietly gazed at the face of the man who was asleep in his arms with his eyes closed.
Who could have imagined that the one who was always plain and upright without a hint of grease could look like this?
The regularly heard breathing and the softly relaxed body with no strength. The slightly parted lips under the black eyelashes like hair were more swollen and had a deeper color than usual, making it easy for anyone to guess what they had been doing until now. The ends of his hair that were still slightly damp with sweat and sticking to the nape of his neck, the reddish earlobes unlike the pale ear tips, the fingers with overlapping bite marks like rings, there was nothing that wasn't sensual.
The man who always sensitively stayed alert and never lowered his guard had now completely unlocked all the bolts in front of Kishiar. Whenever he looked at the one who had fallen asleep as if not caring what the other person did, Kishiar felt countless indescribable emotions.
It was even more so today when that place was none other than the office of Peletta Castle.
Kishiar had also seen a part of the memories Yuder had experienced in this place before. However, just because he had seen it didn't mean he could say he understood everything the other person had felt.
So he could only do what he could.
So that everything the one who trusted him and fell asleep wished for would come true.
Holding Yuder's hand, Kishiar slowly scanned the surroundings. His eyes were sunken like a beast preparing to tear apart an enemy that might come at any moment.
There was no change in the surroundings. All the people in Peletta Castle were still going about their assigned tasks without realizing what had happened here. It was the same even when he expanded his keen senses of a swordmaster to the limit and scanned below the castle and the entire Peletta.
The man who calmly accomplished something that would make even other swordmasters doubt their eyes quietly narrowed his range of perception back to normal. The birds and insects that had been frozen as if affected by the terrifyingly expanded energy also began to chirp again.
The reason Kishiar could instantly draw out this level of senses without coughing up blood was because his health was better than ever. Since destroying the Blue Wall of Despair in the South, his body had not only recovered to the previous level but also continued to show signs of further improvement.
At present, when it had reached its peak, he felt so full of energy as if he had returned to his childhood when there were no problems at all, to the point where it was sometimes difficult to control. If the feeling of using power before was like using a stream of water flowing through a gap created by removing one stone from a dike blocking a river, these days it felt like freely scooping and using the water overflowing beyond the half-disappeared dike. As the suffocating and painful sensation he felt whenever he used power disappeared, and the difficulty of having to suppress, endure, and delicately control it vanished, he sometimes even felt as if his head was intoxicated.
Whenever he used the power that easily accomplished more than he wanted without even having to worry about whether it was okay to do it, an addictive joy that made his head feel numb instinctively rushed through him. Although he was currently just observing this phenomenon as it was judged not to be harmful to his body yet, Kishiar did not forget the possibility that this might also be a part of the strange phenomenon that occurred in connection with Yuder.
"I hope I'm not missing something while being intoxicated by this sweetness..."
He shouldn't just accept the improvement as simply good.
Although it seems positive at a glance, small changes hidden in the change of a large flow may be missed. Just like the shadows of small things that have become invisible, buried in a large shadow.
It was then.
As if hearing the low muttering, Yuder's eyelashes trembled slightly.
The sunken atmosphere suddenly became alert again.
Kishiar sharply scanned the surroundings again. The imprint was still activated. There was no enemy that could be detected through the five senses, but what about this that wouldn't be strange to call the sixth sense? Kishiar's gaze swept over the countless golden threads that filled the space between them. The eyes that instantly followed each and every strand stopped abruptly at one place.
A single thread that was not well noticeable due to being entangled hung limply. It was wrapped around Yuder, but it was not connected to Kishiar.
Was there something like that?
Before even thinking about the question, Kishiar tightly embraced Yuder.
"Yuder."
Unlike his attitude, his voice was soft and low as usual. However, Yuder did not wake up. It was something that couldn't happen with his usual self. But Kishiar was not flustered.
He remembered well what he had done when he followed Yuder into his dream when he was having a nightmare before. When Kishiar, who had belatedly returned and found Yuder sleeping while frowning and swallowing groans, tried to wake him up a few times but he didn't wake up, he recalled the past.
The day they fell asleep together in the Imperial Palace, the day they had a dream at the same moment as if connected.
At that time, they had fallen asleep with the scented sachet gifted by the Empress next to their pillows. Although they often used the scented sachet while sleeping afterward, the same thing did not happen again. So it was not possible to be certain that the mysterious event was because of the scented sachet, but Kishiar thought it might be.
The Empress was not a formally educated mage, but she had more mana and magical talent than others from birth. Due to that influence, the herbs and flowers she personally touched and raised sometimes caused something beyond the ordinary effect. Usually, it was to the extent of growing herbs that showed much faster and stronger pain-relieving effects than those grown by others, but even that slight power, if there was an opportunity, might show a miracle beyond what was originally expected.
At that time when Yuder was having a nightmare, Kishiar recalled the Empress's scented sachet that he had always carried in a corner of his luggage since that day. He threw the Empress's scented sachet he had brought into the mana stone fireplace and held Yuder in his arms, earnestly wishing.
For the unknown miracle to happen again like that day.
For him to be able to join Yuder's dream like when Yuder was in heat.
Then, unbelievably, it really happened.
He didn't tell Yuder because he still couldn't be sure if it was really because of the scented sachet. Because at that time, a little warm warmth and jokes seemed more necessary for Yuder than an uncertain story he couldn't know.
However, what happened once can happen twice.
As Kishiar moved his eyes and stared at a nearby place, the object between the bookshelves moved with a rattle as if responding to a call. The scented sachet the Empress had sent to Peletta a long time ago flew in as if being pulled by something and entered the mana stone fireplace.
The colorful flames that met something to burn flared up brightly for a moment. It seemed as if the scent that had all flown away a long time ago wafted strongly for a moment.
Kishiar took a deep breath, then leaned his head against Yuder's head and closed his eyes.
He held him tightly so that neither the cold nor the wind could intrude, and wished for only one thing.
To be able to follow you across time and space.
To be able to pull the string connected between us and advance on a dark path.
Just to be able to do that.
He didn't even think that he felt sleepy, but when he opened his eyes again, Kishiar was standing in the darkness.
The place was the same. Only everything else was different.
He saw a man pointing a sharp sword at him.
For a moment, his reason blurred. After a feeling of time slowing down passed by, he recognized who the other person was.
Although only the nose and mouth were visible on the face of the man wearing a black robe, how could he not recognize him? Even if that face was so smashed that it was hard for himself to recognize, only Kishiar would have no choice but to know who he was.
He was the person Kishiar La Orr had been waiting for more desperately than anyone else...
The person he had truly waited for so long, enough to see as an illusion hundreds of times in the pain that felt like it would burn and tear his body into ashes. This time, it was really him, not an illusion.
Kishiar felt the corners of his lips smiling joyfully.
The most suitable smile to hide his inner thoughts and appear fine.
Yes. It was the smile he had made hundreds, thousands of times. He was really confident in that expression at least. As expected, that smile was effective, and the other person's face distorted. It was no different from what he had expected.
There must be a lot he wanted to say. Whether it was curses, questions, or unexpected offers like before.
But those were just unnecessary words now when there was no time.
Time is truly unfair. It was especially a bit more unfair to Kishiar.
The complaints he could make about such unfairness had all dried up and no longer existed.
There was only one thing left for the human named Kishiar La Orr now...
'Perhaps what was connected that day was something deeper than our bodies... something that could be called a soul. After searching for a long time to find out what to do to sever something invisible, I reached the conclusion that I could achieve the best result with my power.'
While slowly uttering the words, Kishiar watched the dark eyes that were just trembling in front of him without missing a single moment. Those eyes that were groaning in pain while revealing honest emotions.
The unfamiliar yet captivating eyes that had never captured his heart more than that since he was born.
'...It will be over soon. Pushing out until all connections are forcibly severed... and then...'
As he spoke, he simultaneously unleashed his power.
Without warning, but exactly as he had practiced countless times in his head.
With all his remaining strength.
Comments
Nightwindz
The angst! πππ The beginning of this chapter honestly shows off one of the many faces of Kishiar. Being a fierce guard dog with his beloved is sleeping π₯°
PurpleTea
First game Kishiar ππππππππ
Katsura Kureha
Agreed! Although I still wish he could have explained to Yuder what was happening and spared him all the painful misunderstandings.
Katsura Kureha
So in this dream their positions are reversed, with Kishiar reliving his thoughts and emotions and Yuder watching from a third person perspective?
Jesse Gibson
Ahhhhhh π©ππ©πππππππ my heart π«
Shivanee
Wait did Yuder never kill Kishiar but Kishiar severing their bonding did...?
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Noooooo!!! Stop making me cryππ This is just so sad!! The past Kishiar deserved so much better.
