Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

 

With a whoosh, like blowing out a candle flame, Terry’s life that had been flickering precariously suddenly blazed up without the slightest tremor.

 

Her pallid complexion and lips instantly regained their color, and Terry’s chest rose and fell once in a deep breath.

 

Her eyes that had been losing their light gradually became clear, but soon her face contorted into a mess as if something had gone terribly wrong.

 

“Terry…?”

 

Had something gone wrong? The moment I thought that, Terry covered her mouth.

 

“Urgh.”

 

“…?”

 

“Ptui, ptui, ptooey! Good heavens, how can something taste so horrible…! It’s worse than deadly poison! Urgh.”

 

Terry stuck her head out over the side of the bed, dry heaving and retching, then soon felt around her abdomen and managed to sit up.

 

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

 

She messily tore at the pressure bandages that Penandel had wrapped around her to stop the bleeding.

 

Terry touched the bumpy, slightly reddish skin that looked like new flesh had grown over it and muttered in a dazed voice.

 

“Uh… I think I’m all better, Master. So can I continue saying what I wanted to say?”

 

“Si, Sister!”

 

“Te, Terry! Waaaah.”

 

Just then, Vivian rushed to Terry, threw her arms around her neck, and began crying like a child.

 

Jerry, who was already half-crying, also embraced Terry tightly and sobbed.

 

“I really thought Sister was going to die… Sob, I…!”

 

“I, I, waaaah, ma, magic, sniff, I’m glad for the first time, sob, that I learned, waaaah, magic!”

 

Vivian was gasping and pouring out tears so much that she couldn’t continue speaking.

 

However, I felt as if I had heard the words Vivian couldn’t finish.

 

Perhaps now, finally, Vivian had come to accept herself.

 

Only after seeing with her own eyes that the potion she had created had saved Terry’s life.

 

In the end, two people who should have died in 【Hirome】 had saved each other’s lives.

 

* * *

 

Unlike in the game, Terry couldn’t immediately get up and dust herself off.

 

Worried that there might be some side effects not shown in the game, I asked Vivian about the principle behind how the Spring Water of All Things worked, only to immediately regret it.

 

“It’s like a shape memory effect. It uses the body from 24 hours ago as a template to repair the damaged flesh. If Terry had taken the potion after 24 hours had passed since receiving the fatal wound, it wouldn’t have been able to heal the injury. Because 24 hours ago, the body was already in a damaged state.”

 

What on earth was she talking about.

 

Feeling that same depressing self-reproach of becoming the world’s most hopeless fool that I’d felt before, I tried my best to interpret Vivian’s words in my own way.

 

“You mean it turns back time to exactly one day ago?”

 

At that, Vivian’s face immediately turned pale.

 

What… Had I asked such a stupid question?

 

As I tried to avoid Vivian’s gaze out of embarrassment, Vivian hurriedly shook her head and said,

 

“N, no! It’s different from time regression! That’s a representative forbidden magic!”

 

Then she pushed up her glasses once and earnestly explained the mechanism of the Spring Water of All Things again.

 

To me, the forbidden magic called time regression and Vivian’s potion seemed no different.

 

“So in short, a lot of calories were used to repair the damaged body, and because of the temporary starvation state, the one who barely survived is now stuffing food into her mouth like she’s possessed.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Behind Vivian, who was nodding enthusiastically, I could see Terry indiscriminately shoving food into her mouth.

 

Leo was diligently carrying food to Terry’s bed like a squirrel carrying acorns, but couldn’t keep up with the speed at which she was devouring it.

 

“Jui-bam-tol, come here.”

 

Leo immediately scurried over to me.

 

I wiped the sweat from Leo’s forehead and took a moment to choose my words.

 

Though I hadn’t explained the situation in detail, Leo seemed to have sensed that Terry had been in great danger.

 

“Jui-bam-tol, many things are going to happen around me for a while.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Leo nodded with a serious expression.

 

“I’ll probably be away from the manor for several days. There might come a day when I can’t hug you in the morning, and there might come a night when we can’t exchange evening greetings. But still…”

 

“But you’ll definitely come back, right?”

 

Leo spoke before I could finish.

 

The child’s cheeks instantly turned bright red as he glanced around.

 

After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, Leo struck a stiff pose as if acting, placing both hands on his hips and lifting his chin proudly.

 

“I, I’m Belinda’s precious Jui-bam-tol. Um… I mean, I’m a Jui-bam-tol who’s going to become a Super King-bam-tol.”

 

“…That’s right.”

 

“So I’m not worried at all. I’m fine, Belinda.”

 

Suddenly my nose stung.

 

When had my little bam-tol grown up to become a Super King-bam-tol who tried to ease my worries in such an endearing way?

 

Encouraged by the child’s words, I put my plan into action starting that very day.

 

The annulment letter that Penandel had delivered.

 

Eleanor’s letter that Terry had risked her life to bring.

 

Schubel’s confession that he had babbled to me about poisoning his uncle.

 

The scattered puzzle pieces finally found their proper places and completed a single picture.

 

I wrote several letters that would become part of my plan.

 

Judging that Schubel’s aide had followed Terry because the messenger bird’s note had been leaked, I decided to use Cao instead of messenger birds.

 

By synchronizing with Cao and peering through his vision, I would be able to confirm for certain whether the letters safely reached their intended recipients.

 

“Cao.”

 

When I called his name lightly, the end of my shadow stretched long in the sunset became sharp as a blade, and Cao emerged from within it.

 

The moment Cao perched on my shoulder, I heard the sound of door hinges creaking.

 

“Who’s there?”

 

I quickly turned my head, but no answer came from beyond the slightly opened door.

 

I quickly pulled the door open, but there wasn’t a single human shadow outside.

 

“Was I mistaken?”

 

I deliberately muttered this while tickling the chin of Cao perched on my shoulder.

 

* * *

 

The Grand Temple in the Royal Capital couldn’t compare in scale and majesty to that of the Holy Empire, the religious headquarters, but it was comparable in splendor.

 

The Holy Empire paid special attention to the Jenos Kingdom diocese’s Grand Temple to avoid being looked down upon by the Gray Tower.

 

Originally, magic towers and temples never coexisted within the same country.

 

However, since Jenos Kingdom was a dangerous region containing the barrier forest that blocked magical beast invasions, the Mage Republic and Holy Empire had mutually agreed to each maintain a foothold in the kingdom, always monitoring the northern situation.

 

But the High Priest who currently oversaw all temples in Jenos Kingdom was a greedy man who listened more to the whispers of gold than to humanity’s peace.

 

Thanks to this, Schubel had to spend quite a lot of gold coins to reach the deepest part of the Grand Temple, which was no different from a palace within a palace.

 

Nevertheless, he was rather pleased by this fact.

 

The more corrupt and fallen someone was, the more likely they were to share his intentions.

 

Only after completely emptying one of the two gold coin pouches he had brought when leaving the manor could Schubel finally meet the High Priest he had so longed to see.

 

“May God look upon you with favor.”

 

When Schubel bowed his head, the High Priest touched his forehead with his fingertips and bestowed a blessing.

 

Then, while drinking the tea the High Priest offered with a concerned expression, Schubel carefully began to speak.

 

“I have a worry that is most shameful to speak of, and after staying awake for three days and nights, I have come to seek you, High Priest.”

 

“Please speak freely. Isn’t it human to gain enlightenment through anguish and suffering? If through today’s meeting I can lighten the burden on your heart, that too would be God’s will.”

 

Indeed, he hadn’t carelessly claimed the highest position – the High Priest’s attitude and manner of speaking were quite benevolent.

 

Schubel observed the High Priest, who had the appearance of a kindly old man, then spoke heavily.

 

“My younger sister has awakened an ability, and it is of a kind that cannot be forgiven.”

 

“When you say it is of an unforgivable kind…?”

 

“It’s an ability that controls absolutely evil monsters. High Priest, as a faithful believer, I simply cannot overlook this fact. To use monsters as servants—how is this any different from wicked dark mages?”

 

“Huh, such an abominable ability…”

 

“Moreover, this is my personal speculation, but… I suspect she awakened this ability through dark magic. Otherwise, how could one awaken an ability after becoming an adult?”

 

“Indeed, that’s a plausible theory.”

 

The High Priest lamented, but didn’t give Schubel the words he wanted to hear.

 

Schubel didn’t show impatience and gently curved his lips upward.

 

“Therefore, if I could purify my sister’s corruption, protect our family’s honor, and also ease my guilt…”

 

Then he deliberately drew out his words while taking out a small pouch he had brought and placing it on the table.

 

Though he pretended otherwise, the High Priest’s gaze immediately went to the pouch, seemingly anxious.

 

Schubel gently untied the string sealing the pouch’s opening and continued speaking.

 

“I would offer gold to God.”

 

“Pl-platinum coins, so many of them…”

 

“This is merely a small portion. There’s no better way to prove my faithfulness than offering donations to the Temple that serves God.”

 

“Ahem.”

 

Only then, realizing his attitude had been too obvious, the High Priest reluctantly tore his eyes away from the platinum coin pouch and spoke in a rather serious tone.

 

“So you’re claiming that the Marquess, who has awakened the wicked ability to control monsters, is no different from a dark mage.”

 

“Yes, therefore I intend to report my sister as a dark mage with a heart bleeding tears.”

 

“Reporting her as a dark mage… Hmm, given that it’s such a sinister ability to command monsters, it wouldn’t be impossible. Having a sister who’s a dark mage—you must have suffered greatly.”

 

When the High Priest reached for the platinum coin pouch while pretending to console him.

 

Thud. Schubel gently grasped the platinum coin pouch first.

 

“Then will you make a promise?”

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