I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 25
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Chapter 25
Damia couldn’t answer the man’s question.
‘What is my identity? I’m curious about that too!’
Why she had died and come back to life.
Why she had returned specifically to age thirteen.
What this strange power was.
Damia knew nothing about any of it either.
“Who is backing you?”
The man who had been crouching slowly stood up and glared at Damia.
New flesh was irregularly sprouting where his skin had melted away. It was a terribly horrific sight.
“Just how great are they to have created something like you?”
Moreover, he seemed to be seriously misunderstanding something.
“Do you think you can get out of this situation by not answering?”
He spat out curses while roughly wiping the blood from his lips.
‘That’s not it – I just don’t have anything I can explain!’
Perhaps because he had confirmed Damia’s mysterious power, the man seemed more cautious than before.
“I don’t have much patience.”
He kicked the glass bottle that had contained the cure, sending it flying.
Damia bit her lip as one of her important weapons was taken away.
“Now that I know about it, I won’t be caught off guard twice.”
He pointed at Damia’s hands with his chin.
“I just need to be careful of your bare hands.”
It seemed he had already finished analyzing Damia.
“You have no choice, little girl. Who are you working under?”
“…”
“It would be a waste to just kill you and be done with it – such talent. I’ll even consider taking you in, so try being honest.”
He slowly licked his lips.
If the man put his mind to it, he could subdue Damia right now.
Both Damia and the man knew this fact.
‘This is about my limit now.’
She pretended to be calm, but her legs were trembling.
‘What should I do?’
Now she couldn’t even breathe comfortably.
“I can see light over there!”
Just then, a sharp shout came along with the loud sound of galloping hooves.
“Pick up the pace! Or I’ll go ahead first!”
“B-but this is our limit, Young Duke!”
“No way. I can’t live without that child anymore!”
That pleasant voice spouting overly romantic lines sounded somehow familiar.
‘Could it be…?’
Though she wondered how Cassian knew to appear at just the right time, there was no leisure to think it over.
Damia took a deep breath.
“Young Duke! I’m here!”
It was a cry squeezed out with her last bit of strength.
“…Wait.”
“Yes?”
“I said wait!”
Cassian’s shout was followed by groaning sounds from various directions.
It seemed they had collided with each other from stopping so suddenly.
‘Did he hear my voice?’
A ray of hope flashed through Damia’s violet eyes.
Though he didn’t seem to have pinpointed the exact location yet, Cassian appeared to be nearby.
“Ah, damn it. This has become troublesome. It would be problematic to encounter them now.”
The man coldly spat out curses.
He seemed to have never expected anyone to be following him.
“…”
The man’s vertically slit pupils turned toward Damia.
He seemed to be gauging whether he could carry off the girl and kidnap her as things stood.
“Young Duke! I’m here!”
Sensing danger, Damia pounded on the carriage.
She had to somehow let Cassian know her location.
“Over there!”
As if understanding Damia’s desperate signal, the noisy footsteps grew closer.
“Damn it, this little brat really!”
Unable to contain his anger, the man grabbed Damia by the collar and lifted her up.
“Do you really want to die? I was going to keep you alive for a while since I have things to dig out of you!”
“Let, let me go!”
Even when she reached out to attack the man, her thirteen-year-old arms were still too short.
“I said let me go!”
Though Damia struggled desperately with her feet dangling in the air, the man’s grip only tightened.
The slit pupils glaring at Damia blazed with chilling murderous intent.
“Young Duke! Please save me!”
The torches, presumably belonging to Cassian’s group, drew closer.
“Ha, you’re really begging to die quickly.”
“If you kill me now, you’ll never be able to find out who’s backing me.”
Though there was no such backer, Damia desperately bluffed for her life.
“If I die, that person absolutely won’t let it slide!”
Whether the threat worked, the man’s grip loosened.
If there really was someone behind Damia, he seemed to have become cautious about cutting off the tail now and losing the lead forever.
“I’m here! I’m right here!”
Damia seized the opportunity to raise her voice.
The man gritted his teeth and roughly threw the girl aside.
He seemed to realize that delaying even a little longer would mean encountering Cassian’s group.
“If you breathe a word of today’s events to that Sarkis bastard, I’ll make you suffer so much that death would be preferable.”
“Young Duke! Over here!”
“Well, that bloodline only believes what he sees with his own eyes anyway, so he probably wouldn’t trust your words.”
Finally, as if making his decision, the man abandoned the carriage and vanished into the darkness.
‘I need to catch him!’
Her motivation overflowed, but no strength entered her body.
Damia collapsed right there with her hand still outstretched.
“Damia!”
Not long after, Cassian arrived.
The young boy dismounted his horse and rushed straight to Damia.
Even in this situation, Cassian’s sweat-soaked face looked like a scene from a masterpiece painting.
“Sob, Young Duke…”
Damia, who had been collapsed on the ground, unconsciously reached both hands toward Cassian.
Cassian Sarkis was glowing softly by himself even in the pitch-black night.
It really felt like meeting a savior.
“Why… did you only come now…”
She had tried to act more mature in front of the Young Duke, but such overwhelming relief washed over her that all those resolutions crumbled.
Damia let out a whine for almost the first time in her life.
“Damia.”
Cassian, who had been striding toward her, stopped in his tracks when tears began falling drop by drop onto the girl’s white cheeks.
The young boy’s red eyes were shaking wildly.
“Sniff…”
Damia didn’t notice that Cassian had frozen stiff.
The tears that had gathered before she knew it were blocking the girl’s vision.
“Waaah…”
“D-don’t cry. Please…”
In any case, the wait wasn’t long.
Cassian wrapped Damia in his trembling arms.
* * *
Cassian Sarkis froze before a situation he was encountering for the first time in his life.
The girl nestled into Cassian’s embrace. The crown of the girl’s head touched the tip of his chin.
“I’m sorry for… coming so late. Everything’s okay now.”
Cassian barely managed to utter words of comfort.
The Young Duke, who was always mature, was flustered with his face completely flushed.
The escort knights who had followed behind nudged each other with their elbows, holding back their laughter.
“It’s okay. Nothing like this will ever happen again.”
Cassian repeated in a low voice as he began patting Damia’s back.
He had absolutely no idea how to comfort a young girl.
‘She loves desserts so much, so why on earth is she this thin?’
It seemed his anger toward Viscount Ponti had caused him to put strength into the hand that was comforting the girl.
Damia flinched and began crying even louder.
“It’s okay. D-don’t cry, I said.”
Not knowing what to do, Cassian pulled the girl closer into his arms. An indescribable sweet scent came from Damia.
It seemed like the fragrance of wildflowers, or the smell of milk boiled with honey, or the cozy scent from clean bedding.
Cassian unconsciously swallowed his saliva. An unidentifiable restlessness gripped his heart.
“But still…”
Whatever made her so heartbroken, the girl cried endlessly, and those tears now soaked even Cassian’s chest.
‘Huh…?’
At that moment, Cassian’s heart, which remained unmoved by most things, thumped loudly.
The young boy looked down at his gloved hands with a surprised expression.
‘Why am I suddenly feeling like this when our bare skin isn’t even touching?’
His mouth seemed to go dry from the untimely anxiety.
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