I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 134

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

 

Chapter 134

 

Emperor Gray’s face contorted with guilt for failing to protect Dahlia.

 

“Dahlia… Just wait a little. I’ll get the Royal Physician soon-”

 

“…I’m, I’m fine. Your Majesty.”

 

Dahlia forced her trembling lips upward as she comforted him.

 

“Dahlia…”

 

His voice trembling with fear was so pitiful that Dahlia struggled to raise her hand to his face.

 

He carefully grasped her hand and brought it to his face.

 

Perhaps from shock, his skin was cold as ice. She hoped he wouldn’t be too sad.

 

Perhaps it was fortunate that she would go first? She wouldn’t have to watch his death from the Imperial Family’s curse.

 

She saw his anguished expression as he looked down at her.

 

Ah, I was being too selfish.

 

The emotion she hadn’t wanted to feel, he was now feeling completely. What words could comfort him?

 

Dahlia forced strength into her eyelids that kept trying to close and moved her lips.

 

“…I love you.”

 

Having barely uttered the last words she wanted to say, Dahlia’s hand fell powerlessly to the ground.

 

“Aaaahhhhh!”

 

The Emperor embraced her and let out a painful scream.

 

At that moment, black aura burst from his body, thickly covering the surroundings.

 

The Emperor’s pupils, having lost his reason, were completely empty.

 

His hair, which had been black as the night sky, bleached to silver as it grew long, and pitch-black wings burst through his formal wear from his back.

 

Rumble crash.

 

The sky made terrifying sounds as if it would collapse at any moment.

 

Dahlia barely regained consciousness from the ear-splitting noise, but couldn’t move even a finger as if her entire body was crushed by something heavy.

 

It hurt. It hurt so much. Terrible pain came in waves from where the sword had pierced, then disappeared.

 

Dahlia tried to lift her eyelids, but her eyelashes only trembled.

 

Tears pooling in her eyes rolled down, and finally her eyelids slowly lifted.

 

Looking around, she couldn’t see people in concentric circles around her.

 

However, just one person.

 

Through her half-open, hazy vision, she saw the back of a man.

 

The man’s long silver hair reaching to the ground fluttered in the wind. On the man’s broad back were black wings, their jet-black light beautiful like an abyss.

 

She wanted to know who the man was, but he never turned around.

 

The man looked up at the sky, then spread his black wings wide and soared rapidly.

 

Dahlia frowned from the endlessly surging pain but couldn’t take her eyes off the man ascending to the sky.

 

She couldn’t possibly know someone with long silver hair and black wings, so why did he feel so familiar? Was he even human? An angel?

 

A jet-black sword grew from the hands of the man who had risen to the end of the blue sky, and he swung the sword against the heavens.

 

The blue sky tore like paper.

 

Through the gap, thousands—no, what seemed like tens of thousands of pitch-black monsters fell to earth.

 

Hell.

 

Dahlia forgot her pain and opened her eyes wide. The world was ending before her eyes.

 

Because of the man with black wings.

 

Who on earth was that man?

 

The man who had risen high into the sky eventually became a dot and disappeared.

 

“Kyaaahhh.”

 

“Save me!”

 

“No. I’m scared…”

 

“Graaahhh.”

 

Countless screams. Tearful pleas consumed by terror. The rough sound of running footsteps. The roars of beasts following behind.

 

She wanted to cover her ears from the terrible screams, but had no strength to lift her hands.

 

She’d rather close her eyes again, but once opened, her eyes wouldn’t close again.

 

Where is Your Majesty? Is he fighting those monsters?

 

“Emperor Gray, Your Majesty…”

 

Then, a man’s sobbing voice was heard.

 

Dahlia struggled to turn her gaze. It was a man she’d never seen before.

 

He was looking up at the sky with a dazed expression, where the man with black wings had disappeared as a dot.

 

“If only Your Majesty had gotten married… it wouldn’t have come to this…”

 

“What… do you… mean?”

 

“Princess! Are you alright?”

 

The man approached with a startled expression.

 

“No. I’m not alright… What did you just say?”

 

Dahlia forced herself to continue speaking while enduring the pain.

 

“That man who went up to the sky was Your Majesty. As soon as you collapsed, Your Majesty changed. His hair color changed, and wings sprouted from his back.”

 

The man explained the situation while sobbing.

 

“That’s… impossible…”

 

Dahlia’s violet eyes widened dramatically.

 

“I’ll bring the Royal Physician right away. So please hold on just a little longer. If you get better, Your Majesty will return too!”

 

The sound of the man quickly disappearing was heard.

 

Dahlia looked up at the torn sky with a dazed expression. Black monsters were endlessly pouring out from there.

 

That was the moment.

 

“My child.”

 

A bird large enough to cover the entire sky flew over, blocking the torn heavens. The bird, whose entire body was red like the incarnation of fire, contrasted with the blue sky.

 

“Lemon… I’m in pain…”

 

There was no one she knew around, but when Lemon appeared, Dahlia felt overwhelmed with sorrow and shed tears.

 

Lemon’s red eyes looked at Dahlia’s stomach pierced by the sword and filled with sadness.

 

“I’m sorry, my child. I cannot interfere in human affairs.”

 

Dahlia smiled faintly and shook her head.

 

“No, not here. My heart hurts… Lemon. Please help Your Majesty.”

 

“As I said, I cannot interfere in human affairs. You are the only one who can stop him.”

 

Lemon’s voice sounded faint. Sleep poured over her again from the surging pain.

 

“How can I… I’m about to die…”

 

“The Goddess will punish me. But I cannot watch you die twice before my eyes.”

 

“…?”

 

Twice? She wanted to ask what that meant, but her lips seemed frozen and no words came out.

 

As Lemon flapped his wings, golden powder poured down and gently embraced her body.

 

“My child, my dear child. Let us meet again in the past. Even if you fall into the cycle of regression and cannot remember me, let us meet again.”

 

The moment Lemon’s gentle voice reached her like a dream, the terrible pain slowly disappeared.

 

* * *

 

Dahlia slowly lifted her eyelids. Her blurry vision gradually became clearer.

 

Turning her head to the side, bright moonlight seeped through the open window.

 

“Lemon…”

 

“My child, are you awake?”

 

Lemon came fluttering over and was right before her eyes.

 

Seeing Lemon, Dahlia felt a surge of emotion and slowly parted her lips.

 

“Lemon, I’m sorry. And thank you.”

 

She was sorry for not remembering until now, and grateful for sending her back to the past.

 

“So you remember now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Dahlia carefully sat up on the bed.

 

She could see Annie’s injured profile as she lay sleeping face-down on the bed.

 

“Did I sleep for a long time?”

 

“Today marks a week since you fell asleep.”

 

“Oh my. I slept for quite a while. Everyone must have been very worried.”

 

“Do you remember everything?”

 

Lemon asked, tilting his head cutely.

 

“Yes. I remember everything. It was because of something called the shackles of regression that I couldn’t remember, right?”

 

Dahlia asked with a bitter expression.

 

“That’s right. If a regressor returns with memories of the past intact, the past would be damaged. So those shackles are placed to erase memories. You are a child cherished by the Goddess, so you didn’t forget everything completely, and occasionally glimpsed ‘your memories’ through dreams. Instead, every time you glimpsed memories of the past, your present memories disappeared as the price.”

 

“Ah…”

 

What she had believed to be the future seen through dreams was actually memories she had experienced before her regression.

 

That’s why she couldn’t prevent Mother’s death either.

 

She hadn’t directly witnessed Mother’s death, but had only heard about Mother’s death through the Chief Chamberlain.

 

Listening to Lemon’s explanation, she could now understand why her childhood memories had been spotty.

 

“This is quite complicated.”

 

“Of course it wouldn’t be easy, coming back to the past.”

 

“But now I can tell you everything?”

 

“Since you’ve regained your memories, I can speak too.”

 

“Lemon. Was letting me live again in the past part of reducing the punishment you received from the Goddess? And not being able to speak?”

 

When Dahlia asked with a face that looked ready to cry, Lemon lifted his chin.

 

“Such trivial things are no problem at all.”

 

“Then?”

 

“You didn’t remember me, did you? That was the greatest punishment.”

 

At Lemon’s words, tears welled up in Dahlia’s eyes.

 

“Lemon… I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s alright, child.”

 

Lemon circled around Dahlia as if to comfort her.

 

When Dahlia extended her hand, Lemon gently perched on her palm.

 

Dahlia pressed her cheek against Lemon’s head and felt the warm temperature.

 

“Lemon. Now that I remember everything, I’ll definitely try to prevent the world’s destruction.”

 

Dahlia spoke to Lemon like making a vow, her purple eyes shining.

 

Lemon smiled softly and nodded.

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