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Chapter 67
“Are you close with the sorcerer Harnen?”
“What do you think about the former emperor of Bellarissian?”
“Could it be… the reason you asked those questions was…?”
Was it to curse Harnen?
Were you worried that I might get in the way of the curse?
All the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place.
Countless thoughts tangled in my mind, but the anger slowly creeping in overpowered everything else—it was unbearably clear.
It wasn’t just knowing that Harnen was the reincarnation of the Bellarissian emperor.
Because of that knowledge, he deliberately allied with the Belzesti Empire and was conducting research to curse Harnen using the emperor’s corpse.
Now it was certain.
Duke Baharman had allied with Belzesti.
The reincarnation of the Bellarissian emperor—Harnen’s death as the price.
All for the sake of seizing the throne.
“Duke Baharman…”
Rational thought completely vanished.
Just to grab the throne, he prayed for Akes’ death and invited foreign powers into the mix.
And if that wasn’t enough, now he wants to curse my favorite?
Even digging up the grave of the poor, deceased Bellarissian…?
“…”
The anger I had been suppressing under the pretense that it was a person who would die anyway finally exceeded its limit.
“…I won’t forgive you.”
I would never let this go.
A strange energy surged from me.
Undine, unable to withstand the rippling mana, transformed into thousands of droplets and was forcibly recalled to the spirit realm.
Separated from Undine, my consciousness returned to my original body.
“…”
My eyes opened without any warning.
“…Einra?”
Asga called me, sensing the turbulent mana radiating from me.
Without answering, I slowly rose to my feet.
When I looked back, Asga was staring at me with a stiff expression.
“…Einra, are you crying?”
“Ah… I guess tears came out without me realizing it.”
I murmured lightly and wiped my cheek with my sleeve.
Apparently, I hadn’t been able to suppress my emotions properly.
After roughly wiping away the tears, I stroked Asga’s head once.
“Asga, I’m sorry. I already know all the plans you set up…”
“Einra?”
“This time… I really can’t hold back.”
“What do you mean…”
Before Asga could finish speaking, a fierce gust of wind blew in, and Aeron, the high-ranking spirit of wind, appeared.
Aeron, in a translucent, shimmering silvery-white humanoid form, calmly approached my side.
“Aeron, please stay close and keep me safe.”
Aeron nodded and gently lifted Asga.
Asga furrowed his brows and quickly looked back at me.
“Einra…”
“Aeron.”
At my urging, Aeron, holding Asga, lightly flew out through the window frame.
Both figures disappeared from view.
A cold wind blew through the open window.
But even the chill of the wind couldn’t cool the fury that consumed me.
“…How dare you.”
The mana I had suppressed in front of Asga began to surge violently.
The fierce streams of water forming around me resonated with my emotions, thrashing violently.
“You plan to curse my favorite using the grave of my favorite?”
Bang, crash, boom—.
The room, once intact, instantly became ruins, debris scattering everywhere.
Droplets fell from all around.
Beyond the collapsed door, I could hear the startled voices of the servants reacting to the sudden noise.
“…The sound of something collapsing… Check the cause…!”
“It might be an attack… An ambush by the emperor…!”
“…Yohan is safe… Evacuate quickly…!”
As I walked toward the door, the fragmented voices gradually became clearer.
It was while I moved forward relentlessly.
Rrrrroll.
A stone rolled at my feet.
With a blank expression, I kicked the stone out of my way.
A trivial obstacle was pushed aside.
Very easily.
