episode_0471

The place we arrived was a huge cathedral.

It seems that royal family members also have their own funeral hall.

The sunlight shining straight down on Harold from the open ceiling was impressive.

Habstenburg’s subtropical climate is perfect for things to rot.

Harold’s bedside, which looked like a decomposed watermelon, showed traces of oozing fluid.

···He was the first to tell me what anger that makes your head burn.

Thanks to that, it all burned down and I’m not even angry anymore.

‘You died well, you.’

Servants cannot intervene in the flow of the soul.

That’s why I died thousands of times a day.

In that respect, there was a definite ‘attractive force’ between Juul and the king.

This is something I have to think about after knowing it.

A man who loved his enemies.

It was annoying, but I was also anxious.

‘Could it be that he is reincarnated as my child?’

Let’s refrain from sexual intercourse for the time being.

The eyes of the widowed archduke who took part in the funeral in the opposite row were rolling in all directions.

Couldn’t he catch the tail?

When he makes eye contact with me, his rolling eyes fix on me.

[Old Principal Marbet Croisi… Where did you hide it?]

The old principal was in the dark.

[I killed him a few days ago.]

[why?]

[To obtain information about revenge, he was tortured and secretly buried.]

[Why did you kill him?]

[My identity was discovered.]

[Blow what you found out.]

That doesn’t work.

[I will kill them.]

Because revenge still has value.

The Grand Duke Widow’s pupils narrow.

[I will kill you without any regrets. So, feel free to browse.]

The resident, Edward, is giving a speech in front of people, but they are not listening.

I had to steel myself against the Grand Duke Widow, who was spying on my every reaction.

Soon the Grand Duke Widow’s attempts to read me faded away.

[···Don’t let me make the final move.]

I can feel the will to kill them at all costs.

Last move.

···It must be referring to a curse.

[Is it worth it to Harold?]

[Herald is my child.]

“······.”

─It’s not a lie.

Harold is not royal?

Is this nonsense that wouldn’t appear in any morning drama?

[Herald is only half a member of the royal family.]

[It is impossible.]

[no. Harold is a gift left to me by Dantalian, who contacted the royal family.]

[···How can the child you are pregnant with sit on the throne?]

[Because I brainwashed all the royal families to kill the real Harold and cover it up.]

[Didn’t you say you saw ambition before?]

[okay. I saw my child’s ambition.]

It felt like I had been hit, and it soon became clogged.

‘You changed the child into a cuckoo?!’

This is something a devil worshiper would do!

I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being dirty because it was similar to something I had personally experienced.

‘yes.’

Harold, who avoided close relatives, would have been healthy, but half of his body would have had the mutant genes mixed in.

Edward was born deformed due to a re-expression of a mutant gene after incest with the queen.

‘This is dizzying.’

No one doubts the legitimacy of Edward and Isabel.

But what if Isabel and Edward’s legitimacy begins to be questioned?

‘My operation is shaken to its core.’

This fact had to be buried unconditionally.

And the reason why the Grand Duke Widow was revealing such lies was obvious.

[What will happen if it turns out that the two children who will sit on the throne are of blood other than royal blood?]

He wants to avenge his son.

[How do you reveal it?]

[All you have to do is call Dragonia.]

Humans are animals obsessed with and drawn to purity.

I love purity so much that I’ve come to the point of forcing purity on others.

There is no need to assume what will happen once the truth is revealed.

─It is unconditional destruction.

There is a possibility that Edward will rule the country as regent and be understood… but what about Isabel?

It is nothing more than a black-haired hybrid.

[Is all you want is revenge?]

Now that things have come to this, revenge must be eliminated as soon as possible.

[Give me one month. The one who donated, the one who murdered, the leader. Bring everyone involved to me.]

I knew there was something about the Widow Grand Duke’s tears and behavior, which was strangely emotional.

But I never expected it to be like this.

[These are your grandson and granddaughter.]

[so?]

No, he is your blood relative’s child?

[If you don’t want to see the sand castle you started building get swept away by the waves, you’d better move quickly.]

The Grand Duke Widow uses his power to express emotions that seem to be rising in a haze.

An intense feeling as if the end was coming ran through my head.

‘I’m serious.’

This woman’s sand castle has already collapsed.

All that remains is resentment toward the waves that swept away the sand castle.

It was completely ruined.

Edward, as if speaking for me, lights a fire on a pile of oily wood.

Grumbling!!!

“Ugh…!”

The fire spreads in an instant.

As if to represent my dark future, Isabel began to sob in my arms.

Anne hugged the sobbing Isabelle and consoled her.

In the white blazing light, Harold burns black.

As if it represents my pitch-black heart.

[Please give us a reprieve until the royal authority is stabilized. From now on, I will kill every single one of you.]

The same goes for all the guys here.

Although she may be pretty on the outside, it is clear that she is darker on the inside than anyone else, but it is too dangerous to throw away her only card.

For me now, there is no way to win that is as attractive and appropriate as the excuse of revenge.

[one month.]

[It is impossible.]

[Aren’t we taking the current situation too easily? Or am I taking politics and legitimacy too easily?]

I’m going to turn away.

Speaking calmly shakes people more.

[The nobles who owned the estates encouraged me to join the Republicans.]

[I plan to have Edward as regent. We will educate you as quickly as possible.]

[A prince gives up the throne to a princess and becomes regent. Do you think other royal families are fools?]

[Revenge is insurance to deal with those who raise objections. I hope you understand that I am not seeking revenge.]

[The root of everything is you.]

[You also have the virtue of teaching your children wrongly. In the first place, they are the sons and daughters of Harold, whom you love so much.]

[The only thing I loved was Dantalian’s gift. That hateful woman who hugged you is the beast that destroyed Heindeer, which Harold devoted his entire life to building.]

[I’ll say it again. The person who broke your plan was none other than Dantalian. Please do not express your dissatisfaction to me, but contact me to complain.]

[He is a person who respects people’s choices more than anyone else. Don’t blame it on him.]

[If you knew you were such a servant, why did you make plans to conflict with me?]

[My only mistake was not knowing you were a monster.]

···I hear it often.

It’s unfair that I feel like I’m being treated like a crazy person.

I was just struggling to survive in this hellish world.

[Didn’t you also go through such turbulent times?]

[But I have never despised life like you.]

Have I ever disrespected life?

There has never been one? The Grand Duke Widow takes his eyes off me.

[Dantalian’s agency has always been based on the desire for self-actualization.]

[I didn’t read you, but you weren’t like that when I first saw you. But what are you now?]

Desire for self-actualization?

I laugh out loud at the sound that just sounds childish.

[I have never been relaxed enough to have such lofty thoughts.]

I once dreamed of such a noble thing.

When I wanted to be perfect. not now but.

[I guess so. Since you voluntarily fell under the monster that fell into that war, it is natural for that to happen.]

The Grand Duke of Widow walks away.

He reprimanded Jules.

“Sihyeon.”

A weakened Juul looks up at me.

This person was my lover and my life.

It is said that Seongwoong Yi Sun-sin took pity on a ten-year-old prisoner of the enemy nation and took care of the enemy child for five years and read books to him.

Under Yi Sun-sin’s care, the child eventually learned the Korean language and became a naturalized child.

I was that kid.

This person did his best to protect me, a Japanese guy.

He provided me with food, clothing, and shelter, and introduced me to writing and the world.

So I also have to protect this person.

Those are the courtesy, duty, and patience that my father emphasized.

“Yes.”

“···Do people really come back to life when they die?”

That person’s melancholy eyes felt like they were piercing my heart.

I was out of breath. The world was hateful.

─What on earth did this person do wrong?

What’s wrong with you all? If you are caught up in anachronistic delusions, will you become someone who will kill everyone?

You don’t know what PTSD is? Have you ever given Jules a chance to change?

Anyone?

You have always driven Jules away, and you have driven him away even in this life!

Isn’t it enough to make people live in hell for over 170 years?!

The overflowing emotions exploded and were projected onto the Grand Duke Widow.

If you dare to insult Jules in front of me without even knowing him, I will no longer forgive you.

“···Do not attach much importance to resuscitation. Death is not the end, but it is not a small thing either.”

The widow Grand Duke leaves through the small door of the cathedral.

I was waiting for him to respond, but seeing him just leave made me lose heart.

In an empty heart where even the anger has melted away.

Questions planted by the widow Grand Duke arise.

‘It is the desire for self-actualization.’

─About my dream.

It used to be.

A time when everything was sufficient and living wasn’t difficult.

I had dreams and many things I wanted, and I waited a week to read overdue webtoons… those days.

‘At that time, there was definitely something I wanted to do.’

For even the slightest reason, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow and wanted to pass out.

Stimuli, food, clothing, and shelter were everywhere to satisfy me.

‘I’ve forgotten for so long.’

Funny enough, I consciously forgot about it because it was so painful.

I miss the old days and remember the memories I had on Earth.

Tired of the low level of civilization that is difficult to compare to.

I accepted both of you as Li Si-hyeon, whether you are a native of this place or not.

‘···What on earth are you now?’

What on earth are you doing?

If I then saw myself now, what would I say?

Murderer? Psychopath? Weapons of war?

‘What did I want to do then?’

···People’s eyes turn to me as Jules sobs.

It was an abominable look in his eyes. Because she was the woman who called her father a monster at her coming-of-age ceremony.

“What should I do now…?”

Jules, who gave me answers, asks me for answers.

My dream was to create a world without conflict.

I felt sorry for this world where there is frequent dissonance just because language is not communicated.

Of course, I think there is nothing we can do about it now.

Because I knew that there was a huge barrier beyond language for these people.

‘For now, I only have Jules.’

After I found out, I just wanted this person to be happy.

I hoped to escape from the cycle of great hatred and live a happy life.

I want the woman I love to be happy.

─That is my dream.

Even if it was just to pick up what I spilled—the accident stopped.

Because I was overly absorbed just thinking about Juul.

Even though I hated it when Jules overlapped with me.

‘I was caught up in the past.’

Like an old man growing old, reminiscing about past glories.

In order to make cool-headed judgments, I have always judged with an objective perspective.

Because only actions at the end of judgment remain as existence, not thoughts or emotions.

But ironically, objectively speaking, I was doing the most idiotic thing.

“Commemorate the death, but do not get caught up in the past for the sake of the deceased.”

People fit in with the world, but the past is not the world.

The words I wanted to hear came out from the heart.

Emotional words that may or may not be appropriate for the situation.

I became anxious that I may have made a mistake with my words.

‘···He says it’s nothing.’

But Isabel does not complain.

‘It’s also something to be angry about.’

Thoughts flow aimlessly.

I wish someone had told me this.

If Dantalian hadn’t revealed Death’s identity to me.

If only I had been able to respect Jules’ last days…

“It must be very difficult. For now, you must rest and stay with the past, but you must not forget that the living must get along with the present.”

I picked up my words.

The shameful past is overwritten with a passionate present.

I shouldn’t confuse Isabelle with Jules. Because that is an insult to Isabel.

However, I was curious.

The day I woke up in the stable. What kind of life would I be living if I had made the right choices?

As I watched Harold burning, I fell into pure doubt rather than regret.

“Rest in peace. When the time comes, I will lead the princess to the present.”

“······Yes.”

He hugged Anne and Isabelle, who were crying, and comforted them gently.