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Chapter – 46



What is this?

What on earth is this scene?

It felt too vivid to be a dream, yet in reality, I was completely in an observer’s position.

I paused in confusion for a moment.

“When will I finally find it…”

As the woman murmured, the world began to spin.

At the same time, a sparkling light approached from afar.

That was…

‘The same light I saw earlier.’

—That’s what I thought.

“…Ronnie….”

“Wake… up… Meloni…!”

A murmuring sound reached my ears.

It was faint and intermittent, so I couldn’t quite understand the words.

‘But… it seems like they’re calling me.’

As if someone were trying to wake me.

“Meloni!”

Flash.

At the clear call, I opened my eyes wide.

I had to shut them again against the blinding light.

Through the trembling lashes, several faces briefly came into view.

“Meloni! Are you conscious? Do you recognize me?!”

This was Louis.

“Are you coming back to your senses?!”

This was the previous duke.

And…

“…Meloni.”

“Abadi….”

This was my father… no, the duke.

As I struggled to lift my eyelids, I saw the duke reaching his hand toward me.

His trembling hand slowly held me close.

“Father—”

“Thank goodness.”

“…….”

“I’m so glad you opened your eyes.”

His voice was trembling unusually, almost like someone terrified.

‘…Terrified? Why?’

A question rose, but I couldn’t answer it.

No.

In truth, I had an answer forming, but I deliberately ignored it.

I thought it would be too sad if I was wrong.

So, I silently pressed my pounding heart down.

All I could do was press my forehead against his broad chest.

Ah, no wonder my nose felt tingly.


After the little princess of Panteive collapsed, the mansion was thrown into chaos.

“Is our young lady going to be alright?”

“We even called four doctors. She’ll surely be fine.”

“Hah… honestly, I nearly fainted seeing the young master turn pale and rush in.”

About four hours earlier.

Louis, his face so pale it was almost blue, ran into the mansion.

“The little one… th-the little one…!”

Panting, he shouted, carrying the unconscious child on his back.

The maids quickly laid Meloni in a room and informed the duke.

The duke, who had arrived faster than light, looked at the fainted child with a lost expression.

“…Meloni.”

His voice trembled as he spoke.

“I’ve never seen the duke like this before. Ah, no—I did see him back then.”

“Back then?”

“Yes, back then.”

“Ah… that time.”

When we received the news of Lady Lavella’s death and Lady Siena’s accident.

It was a time when the atmosphere fell somber.

“Everyone! The young lady has woken up!”

“Ah! Really?!”

“Yes! Oh… thank goodness.”

Sniff.

A maid who delivered the news tearfully sobbed.

The other maids, shouting “Thank goodness!” cried along.

“Oh, now isn’t the time for this. We need to inform the knights and the kitchen too. Everyone’s been so worried.”

“I’ll go see the gardener.”

“I’ll head to the laundry!”

The maids, each assigned to their respective areas, wiped their tears and dispersed.

To spread this joyful news.

As everyone dispersed, in front of the empty hallway…

“…Hmm.”

A shadow stretched out from a corner.

Inyung, who had been silently eavesdropping, blinked.

‘The location of the young princess… is sturdier than I thought.’

This would be useful information.

A sinister smile curved his lips.


“Fortunately, there’s no major problem. She’s perfectly fine.”

“Can you guarantee that? If you’re wrong, one of her limbs might be at stake.”

“Ggh… I-I can guarantee it.”

At the duke’s sharp question, the doctor answered with a trembling voice.

This was already the fourth doctor.

Each one examining me and nearly tearing up.

“Don’t scare the doctors, Conti! Though if they are wrong, I won’t stand idly by!”

Nodding, Louis also nodded vigorously at the previous duke’s words.

‘Oh my, they might make someone cry.’

Seeing the teary-eyed doctor, I tapped the bed.

“Really, I’m healthy! Nothing hurts at all!”

“But—”

“Still—”

“Cough!”

Before they could respond, I quickly offered my thanks.

“Thank you for examining me, doctor!”

“Sniff. No, young lady. I should be the one thanking you!”

The tearful doctor glanced at the duke nervously.

I also looked at the duke.

‘I’ve thanked them, so can they leave now?’

The duke, locking eyes with me, sighed as if reluctant and gestured.

“Th-then… I’m g-gonna…”

The doctor didn’t waste a moment and hurried out, giving me a thumbs-up as a glance back.

I responded unconsciously with a thumbs-up.

“You really don’t hurt anywhere, Marshmallow? You’re not hiding it to please the doctor, are you?”

“No, really, I’m fine…”

Honestly, I was completely fine.

I even felt refreshed.

“Did I sleep long?”

“You’ve been unconscious for about four hours.”

Gasp.

Longer than I thought.

“You just collapsed right in front of me… I was so worried…!”

Louis, leaning on the bed, shouted.

His face was pale, eyes red from tears.

“See, brother?”

“I didn’t cry! Really, I didn’t!”

“Hmph. Then you were worried about me, Meloni?”

“Of course I was! I thought something serious happened to you… Wait. Why are you laughing?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s just…”

I chuckled.

“I like it when you worry about me when I’m hurt.”

Before my return, no one ever cared if I was sick.

‘To have someone genuinely worry…’

It felt strange.

Very strangely good.

“You’re foolish. Of course I worry because you’re my sister.”

“…Yes! Because you’re my brother!”

I happily responded.

“This father was also really worried, Marshmallow.”

The duke, holding me close, rubbed his cheek against the top of my head.

“All the doctors said you’re fine… yet you wouldn’t open your eyes. How could I believe it?”

Sigh.

From his deep exhale came both relief and a groan.

Just as my heart began to flutter again…

“My patience was running thin.”

Hmm?

“I was wondering if I should catch those quacks and teach them a lesson.”

Huh?

“I’m truly relieved you woke up.”

He smiled after speaking.

But I couldn’t smile along.

‘A lesson…?’

…What kind of lesson? What were you planning?

‘No, better not to be curious.’

It might be dangerous to know.

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“Yes, I need to reflect on this. So you won’t do anything reckless again.”

“Reckless?”

What reckless thing did I even do…?

“Like overusing your powers recklessly.”

He lightly pinched my nose.

Ouch.

Rubbing my stinging nose, I asked,

“Did I collapse from using my powers too much?”

“Not certain, but it’s likely. If you suddenly use too much power, it can overload your body.”

Ah.

That makes sense.

‘Before the return, even during experiments with my powers, if I overdid it, I’d get nosebleeds or faint.’

Still, I didn’t immediately connect my fainting to power this time.

It didn’t feel like overexertion.

I just felt a confident certainty that it would succeed…

“Oh. The tree!”

Suddenly, I remembered the tree.

MLOMH 205

MLOMH 205

Chapter 205



Night had long fallen, but the imperial ball showed no sign of cooling down.

If anything, since the event was expected to continue until early morning, one could say the real festivities were only just beginning.

Parties hosted by the Imperial Family always stirred up countless topics and were loud and lively, but today was especially unusual.

Tonight, people’s attention wasn’t on the ever‑popular Empress Azeni… nor on Lord Sirua, who rarely appeared before nobles or the public… nor even on the friendly, adorable Prince Therion, beloved by all.

It was on the one who had voluntarily gone to the Northern Fortress to protect Albrecht’s citizens from monster threats and safely returned—as the front page of the newspaper put it in bold.

The future of the nation.

The Crown Prince, Pession, was the star of the night.

“Your Highness, good evening.”

“Good evening, Lady.”

Pession greeted them flawlessly, without the slightest hint that he noticed the burdensome gazes fixated on him. His demeanor remained elegant and his smile perfect.

“There will be another victim soon…”

Clicking his tongue, Sirua—who had been hiding in a corner just to avoid being bothered and was watching his relative’s social performance—sighed.

As expected, the young ladies who were initially captivated by Pession’s smile gradually retreated one by one, as if pushed back by an invisible wall.

“Noona, try this! It’s delicious.”

“You eat it, Therion.”

“Where’s big brother? This one’s tasty.”

Therion, who had come to the ball only to demolish the finger foods, looked around while munching.

Sirua, who had been squeezing Therion’s soft cheek, also glanced around the ballroom.

Where did he go?

The ballroom was quite large, so Sirua was about to send someone to search when Pession finally returned.

“…?”

Sirua tilted his head. Pession was radiating a completely different energy from when he had left—a sluggish, ominous aura spreading from head to toe.

“Haha! Your Highness, good evening!”

Those who didn’t know Pession well didn’t notice the difference, continuing to approach him, greeting him, and trying desperately to create connections or at least leave an impression.

But Sirua knew.

Those people weren’t building connections—they were building negatives.

“Hm. What should I do.”

Normally Sirua wouldn’t care if others ruined themselves, but today it bothered him unusually.

Sigh… I’ll do a good deed for once.


✦ ✦ ✦

Sirua stepped in and rescued Pession.

Though whether Pession was the one rescued or the person clinging to him was unclear.

Normally, Pession would have ignored everything and brushed people off, but perhaps he truly wasn’t in his right state—he followed Sirua obediently to a private room.

“Where’s Therion?”

“Huh? He was right here… maybe he went to get more food.”

Pession opened and closed his hand.

He frowned slightly at the lingering sensation on his palm.

Damn it.

As Pession pressed his forehead and ran a hand through his hair, Sirua narrowed his eyes, observing him closely.

It was the look of someone trying to determine whether the Crown Prince—usually the perfect heir—was about to explode like a ticking bomb.

“Did someone upset you? Your expression looks terrible.”

“No.”

“Riiight.”

“……”

Anyone could see something had happened, but Pession steadied his breathing.

Sirua considered pressing further but decided to leave him be.

When he used to walk around grinning, having everything handed to him effortlessly, he was simply annoying. But now he looked like someone who had rotted from the inside despite lacking nothing at all… and it was pitiable.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of Sirua’s thoughts, Pession closed his eyes and recalled what had happened just moments ago.


“Your Highness, I don’t understand what you mean.”

Her trembling eyes. The confusion swirling inside them. Her shaking voice.

If that was acting, the woman should have been an actress.

Then again, she could gain far more by seducing him than by acting, so that probably explained her behavior.

He had warned her not to dream foolish dreams and ended it cleanly, so he should have shaken it off and forgotten it.

But the irritation clinging to him refused to disappear. It scraped at his nerves like a thorn.

“Hah.”

A hollow laugh slipped through his fingers as he covered his face.

He was furious, yet he didn’t know how to vent this fury. The violent impulse he couldn’t completely suppress leaked out as killing intent.

“What are you doing? You’re going to kill someone like that.”

“……”

“Relax your eyes a little. It’s scary.”

“…Rather.”

Maybe he should have actually killed her.

Then maybe she wouldn’t be bothering him this much.

If he’d known sparing her would annoy him this badly—

Pession bit his lip, the strange discomfort gnawing at his nerves far worse than the pain from his bitten lips.

“Hah.”

He ruffled his hair roughly. As he loosened his tight necktie and threw off his jacket, Sirua’s expression grew even more serious.

“If you’re sane, stop overthinking. If you’re going out, then go.”

“Ahem. You noticed?”

Embarrassed, Sirua cleared his throat and scolded Pession instead.

“Honestly, you know you look like a lunatic right now, right?”

“……”

Pession didn’t deny it.

Or rather—he couldn’t deny it.

“What on earth is wrong with you? What bothered you this time?”

“……”

What bothered him?

That woman looked too much like her.

The thought burst out before he could even hesitate, and belated shock hit him hard.

“Hah.”

Ha… damn it.

A powerful wave of disgust washed over him.

It felt like revulsion.

At a party he had attended only out of obligation, greeting people out of sheer formality… when he first noticed that blatantly intense gaze, his heart had dropped.

Because for a brief moment, he thought Arellin had truly come back to life.

He knew it was impossible, knew it was his delusion, a pointless hope, an unreachable dream—and denied it immediately.

But for the briefest instant, he had tasted a sweet dream, and the aftertaste was unbearably bitter.

“Seriously, did something happen?”

Perhaps sensing something truly unusual this time, Sirua couldn’t help but ask.

“No. Nothing much.”

“Hmmm…”

Sirua’s eyes brimmed with suspicion, but Pession offered no explanation or excuse. He merely lowered his gaze and sat with the turmoil inside him.

Everyone thought Pession wasn’t in his right mind—but Pession’s mind was perfectly clear then and now.

Too clear, in fact. That was the problem.

Because whenever he closed his eyes…

He always returned to that moment.

To the moment he watched Arellin’s quiet side‑profile as she gazed out the window.

No matter how desperately he wanted to escape it, forget it, move on… he always returned there.

Standing in that place again, seeing her again, knowing it was his memory—and yet…

Those irreversible times, those moments that would never return—were so precious, so achingly dear, that he was left wandering like a lost child.

Only after losing Arellin did Pession truly learn what loneliness was.

As he grew older, he understood the solitude she had carried.

Through her eyes, her gestures, sometimes her words… she had unknowingly shown him her exhaustion, her fear, her suffering, and her sharp, vivid pain.

And finally—

Pession came to understand the weight of the feelings she had once confessed to him, feelings he hadn’t understood back then.

Time passed.

But none of his memories faded. They remained painfully clear, so clear that waking up made reality feel like a dream.

“……”

Pession pressed down on his aching eyes with his palm.

His mind begged for rest, but his body—tempered beyond human limits—felt no fatigue.

Even constant battles didn’t tire him. Falling asleep from exhaustion had become rare, and even then he often awoke from nightmares.

And the more that happened, the faster his body grew stronger, as if forged by fire.

Has it already been fifteen years?

A long time if long, short if short. Each day was agonizingly long, yet a year passed in a blink. And that was how fifteen years had slipped by.

How much longer could he endure?

“…Arellin.”

I miss you.

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