Chapter 478 – The Vow of Vengeance and the Promise of Reunion

000

The mansion, where the comrades who left in the carriage, were gone, was nothing but silence.

With the sound of an old clock ticking in the living room as background music, the old man continued knitting forever.

Darwin. One of the executives of the regressors, and the one who has lived the longest among the existing members.

At one time, her beauty her, which was praised as a peerless beauty, could not withstand the wind and waves of the years despite her delayed aging, and now only traces remain.

No-even so, the very fact that she is alive compared to her natural age, her is proof that she has transcended her humanity.

For her who has watched over and over again that the officers of other regressors replace her, her current officers her-

Maxwell, Laplace. And Descartes just felt like a child.

That’s why, no matter where they go and make mistakes, they can laugh it off by nagging them.

Exactly – until a few months ago.

Maxwell died while conducting his own experiments on the outskirts of the kingdom’s territory.

Along with the news that he was only halfway successful in summoning the beast.

Of course, it is true that his experiments his were much more embroidered in those around him than those of others, and the risk of putting himself in danger was high.

So, his loss of life his may have been within his own calculations his.

But when he heard the news of his death, Laplace let out a dry laugh and Descartes opened an old wine bottle.

Then – what about Darwin?

This was not the first time I had experienced the loss of a comrade.

Rather, when she lost her comrade for the first time, what she felt was not sadness, nor sorrow, nor despair.

Since the number of people equal to him has decreased, he is happy that he can act a little wider.

And- A sense of academic satisfaction for the fact that death will come to the regressor of the executive class, who was thought to be immortal.

Perhaps the ambitious woman who seemed to be delighted with what her rival her had given her had aged after hundreds of years of searching—at some point her heart her had receded.

Okay. Darwin was shocked.

It was an unprecedented shock.

One of the four chairs that hadn’t changed in nearly 50 years had fallen.

Troubled mind. Did the mad evolution magician who used even his own son her as a material for her experiments her came to have a ‘sensibility’ suitable for his age her?

That’s why – she didn’t stop worrying.

Unlike ‘Descartes’, who secures social status and does not overdo it, it was about ‘Laplace’, who was close to Maxwell in nature.

It wasn’t that I doubted his skills, but that said, Maxwell too.

The cause of such Maxwell’s death is none other than ‘the magician of the dark horse clan’, ‘the one who tries to destroy the father of knowledge’, and ‘the devil who repeats his reincarnation’.

Magic swordsman, Cleon.

As much as possible, until all preparations were completed, Laplace had a wish to avoid contact with them.

However, he thought that Laplace was not a person who would listen to him, so he could only be a little careful.

‘It’s time to arrive at the ruins… And contact them.’

Darwin, who was repeating knitting close to meditation-like practice, was suddenly distracted by the sound of a clock and looked back there and thought.

‘It doesn’t matter if I kill Cleon or not. If only Laplace could return safely…’

As I thought so, while quietly watching the clock-

Rattle! And when he heard the sound of something breaking, Darwin shook his shoulders.

The old body was weakened by a sudden sound.

When she looks bewildered and turns her head – at the plate with the three sentences hanging on her wall –

One fell to the ground and was split.

“Ah… That’s right, Laplace…!”

With a groan like a scream, the name of a comrade came out of Darwin’s mouth.

That plate is a relic that the officers of the regressors linked their lives to.

Of the four hangers – one had already fallen and disappeared before, and this time another one had fallen.

As if it had been smashed by the mouth of a large beast, Laplace’s plate was shattered.

Darwin trembled, went over to it and picked up Laplace’s plate.

“You should have listened to me… You should have listened to me…”

Recalling that, she shed tears again at the death of a comrade.

With a sense of self-doubt about not being able to stop it.

However, soon after, he stopped crying and stood up from his seat with a ferocious face.

“No… No no. I can’t stay like this. I must… I must avenge my comrades.”

So determined, she headed to her own laboratory, which she hadn’t entered in a while.

The broken plate was left there.

Again, only silence remained in the room.

001

“…Whoa…”

Kshat, Cleon, and Fleur return after washing their bodies in the shower room installed at the campsite.

Although the booth was a bit narrow for the three of us to enter together because of the reason to shorten the time.

Anyway. The mana of the overflowing demonic eyes was also calmed down, and when the glasses for sealing the demonic eyes were put back on their faces, the two came to their senses and blushed at their lewd acts.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cleon. We were… Insane.”

When Kshat bows his head like that while apologizing, Fleur also silently nods.

At some point, she was wearing that gas mask-like mask again.

“No. It’s also because of this side’s fault that the magical power of the Mystic Eye is running out of control. …Anyway, this Mystic Eye doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary. …I need a solution.”

Looking at Cleon, who is troubling her for taking on her troubles her, Kshat hesitates a little if it is okay to tell him about his business her.

But – seeing Kshat’s expression like that, Cleon tells her with a bitter smile on her face.

“I know. It allows you to control the patterns on your body.”

“Ah, yes…You haven’t forgotten.”

“I can’t forget it. From the beginning, that was the purpose.”

As Fleur intervened from the middle, things got a lot of trouble in many ways, but as Cleon, he decided to move on to thinking that since his magic had permeated well in her, control through her imprint her would be easier.

Kshat then rubs her mouth her curiously with her finger over the belly of her dress.

When I focused my mind on her, I could feel Cleon’s magical power her dwelling in that part.

“This is the imprint of the magic swordsman’s dominance… So. If I receive Cleon-sama’s command, will I be able to follow it?”

When Fleur looked back in bewilderment as if he had never heard such words, Cleon shook his head.

“That won’t happen. I’ve never done that to any of my colleagues.”

“Yes. I know that. …But-“

“However?”

Hearing Cleon’s question, Kshat hesitated for a moment, then gave up and answered as if asking for a favor.

“If, even after I can control the pattern with Cleon-sama’s help- if the day comes when I become the year of the young lady, I want Cleon-sama to stop it even by destroying my body her.”

“…!”

Fleur, very startled by Grunkshat’s words, raised his hand her, clenched her fist, and slapped Kshat’s arm down.

“F-Miss Fleur. Calm down. This is insurance only. Of course, I will try my best to resist… I don’t think that will happen if Cleon-sama helps me to control the pattern… But just in case. Because there might be something called…!”

She is a Kshat who speaks like that to calm Fleur, who is angry with her, but it is not only Fleur who hears her words and frowns.

Cleon, too, sighed as if he was tired of hearing her story of her.

“Are you saying that even after hearing Fleur’s story from earlier?”

“…That…”

Hearing Cleon’s words, Kshat mumbled as if he couldn’t think of an excuse.

“It’s not that I doubt your loyalty- but the two of you, it’s not just loyalty and master-servant relationship. Friends, it’s like a family… If you say you’re going to destroy yourself, she’ll naturally be Worried. What Even if it’s protected that way, Fleur won’t be happy.”

Hearing Cleon’s words, Fleur nods her head in strong sympathy.

“Being happy. Both of you.

“Cleon-sama…”

Kshat, hearing Cleon’s words, quietly nodded her head and bowed her head for a moment.

Even as she, the idea that she could finally be freed from her long-held grip of her—and her anxiety about her relationship with her with her regressors, which had not yet been fully resolved—crossed many things in her head of her. It must be what comes to mind.

Cleon could understand her feelings of her, so she waits for her heart to calm down a little.

You could be mistaken for your usual polite attitude and dignified appearance, but-

Before she is her great butler her, she is a woman.

Fleur looked at Grunkshaat and quietly stroked her hair beside her.

Then-Kshat seems to have calmed down a little, and she raises her head once more and looks at Cleon.

“… Sorry.

“No no. Now we’re in a relationship where we’ve shown each other everything we couldn’t see-“

When Cleon spoke as if to reassure her, she unexpectedly saw Kshat’s face blush.

“That’s right, I forgot about it for a while. The appearance from before… I would appreciate it if you would think of them as having been affected by bad magic. It’s not…”

Watching her gradually stutter her words, Cleon couldn’t help but smile bitterly at her.

“I know. …Now then, let’s start soon. We have to finish what we originally wanted to do, so we can go back.”

At Cleon’s words, Kshat nodded slowly, and carefully lifted the top he was wearing while sitting on the bed.

On top of the still great abs that was trapped inside – a vividly carved mauve-colored imprint.

Fleur, who was staring at her imprint her, lifted up her own clothes as well.

As expected, Fleur’s her was engraved in the same position as the Kshat-left and right inverted form.

“…”

Fleur looked down at the imprint, blushing her face beneath her mask her.

This is the link between herself and Cleon.

And, as long as this is there, she becomes proof that she belongs to Cleon.

Fleur seemed a little happy that he had formed a relationship with Cleon, just like in the novel.

After staring for a moment at Fleur, who wrapped her hands around her cheeks without saying a word, Cleon moved closer to Kshat and placed her hand on the imprint.

002

The banquet night passed, and a new morning dawned.

In the end, it seemed that Quon was the only thing left at the place where they drank until late at night.

Layla, who suddenly turned red, and Sasha, who came back supporting Layla.

And as if yesterday’s events were also left with fatigue, Amelia, who quickly fell asleep, had to return to the tent shortly after Cleon took Fleur and Kshat.

Cleon himself, he didn’t intend to enjoy drinking that much, so he didn’t care that much.

“Ugh… My head… It hurts~”

“Yeah, you should have been drinking in moderation… “

“But, Artis keeps…”

Lyla groaned as she leaned her own body on Cleon’s shoulder as she clutched her head like that.

Innis was watching her from behind as if she was having fun, but as if the homunculus was annoyed, Lyla swung her hand away and drove it away.

Last night- no, I should say this morning.

All of Artis’ assistants, who had been drinking until morning, were already stretched out in their tents.

Attis was already sober and had a cigarette in his mouth.

“Lyla’s a kid- I’m fine.”

“What the hell happened… He must have drunk twice as much as I did…”

Lyla looked at Artis with her monstrous face her, but when she moved her head her, she felt her bones ringing as she rubbed her head against Cleon’s shoulder again.

“…”

“…What’s wrong Amelia?”

“Oh, no…”

Sensing Amelia’s gaze her, who had been looking at Layla for a while, Cleon turned to her, and she just turned her head away as if nothing had happened.

And – Fleur cautiously approaches Quon and tells her something.

Of course, Kshat is next to him, so when Fleur holds onto Kshat’s sleeve and says something about her, Kshat then delivers it to Quon.

If you watch the two people who are always unique, you can see Quon’s surprised expression of her, a slightly troubled smile of her, and then bowing her waist and shaking both hands while watching the two people approaching.

What are you talking about … Even Cleon can guess a little, so a corner of her heart Her is stabbed and she turns her head back to Artis.

“Then. We’ll return to Asteris as it is. We’ll stay there until we go to the next artifact or ruins…”

“Well. After this place is sorted out to a certain extent, I’ll head to the capital. And then I’ll have to get permission from the Beauty Painter to investigate the ‘Saryong Mountains’.”

After talking like that, as if reviewing what we talked about yesterday, Artis softly held out his hand.

“…”

As Cleon looked at it, his expression she became a bit wary.

“Ahaha. After all, does the third time cause suspicion?”

“It’s Artis who made it that way. It’s on your side.”

Artis, who pursed her lips, every time she shook her hand with her.

Lyla knows that too, so when she puts out her hand her, he snarls, but Cleon sighs, then reaches out and grabs Artis ‘hand her.

For a moment- after a moment of silence, the hands slowly waved up and down- and the two of them dropped their hands without incident.

“Now. Did nothing happen?”

“…That’s right. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“No no. What. With something like this.”

Upon receiving Cleon’s apology, Artis smiles and fixes his glasses her.

“Don’t worry about Fleur and Kshat. I’ll take responsibility and return them to Eratus. Well, if not, we’ll see each other again soon.”

“…Soon?”

Could it be that the two of them will come to Asteris?

“Well. You’ll know that part when you get to the capital, even if you don’t like it.”

“I see… Then I’ll remember it like that.”

“I won’t say goodbye separately. Even if I do, we’ll be reunited soon… I don’t like that kind of ‘breakup atmosphere’.”

After Artis said that, he really turned himself around and headed to the camp where his assistants were waiting.

Raila and Cleonion looked at her back for a bit, then turned back to the carriage behind them.

The back of the wagon was connected to a wagon that was appropriated here, and the cage containing the griffon was loaded into it.

Sasha was watching the cage carefully.

“…After all, they didn’t hatch here.”

“Yes. But since they said it wouldn’t be strange if they hatch soon, they’ll definitely come out of the egg if you wait a little longer after arriving in the capital.”

Sasha nodded her head in anticipation and clenched her hands into fists.

“…I will definitely take responsibility and take care of it.”

“Yes, I believe in Sasha.”

Sasha blushed a little at Cleon’s answer, but she soon moved ahead and headed for her carriage.

“…Shall we ride too. Layla.”

“Yeah. That’s right… The homeless in this plain is finally over.”

“It wasn’t even that long.”

Leila nodded her head at Cleon’s words, but she grabbed her head her.

“No matter where you go, there are too many incidents and accidents. It feels longer than the actual time. Again, it was only about 3 days, but it feels like a month.”

“…I heard it.”

Cleon lifted her up, agreeing as if she were right.

“Now, wait! Why are you hugging me like this!”

“Yeah, because I don’t think I can walk alone.”

Seeing Layla and Cleon patting each other as they walked to the wagon, Amelia let out a sigh.

However-

“Amelia.”

As Cleon calls her own name her, Amelia suddenly regains her senses and looks in her direction her.

“Let’s go back. To Asteris.”

“…Yes!”

Little by little, feeling her heart lighten, Amelia headed there to get into her carriage.

003

“There are not enough people to dance the ‘new dance’ of the festival…”

Looking at the appeal the young Grand Miko had received from her priest, she frowned slightly.

“I see. There are only a handful of shrine maidens who can perform divine dance.”

“… What would you like to do?

At the words of such a subordinate, the Great Miko raised the corners of her mouth and covered her mouth with her folded fan.

“It’s okay. If it’s that part… I think we can do something about it. More than that, you all make sure there are no problems with the preparations for the barrier and the ‘ghost exorcism’.”

When the High Priestess gave the order, her priest stood up, carefully closed the door, and left.

“Again. This time of the year is coming.”

As she said that, she let out a sigh, as if she had a lot to worry about.

“I hope that no one’s blood is spilled at this festival.”

Every year, I pray with such a wish.

It was a wish that could not come true.