I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

“Well, Damia….”

The man twisted his head at an eerie angle and stared intently at Damia.

Under that gaze, her heart seemed to shrivel up.

“It’s been quite a while since we met, hasn’t it?”

“…That’s true.”

“I must have missed you terribly during that time. Look, I came to find you in the middle of the night.”

“….”

“Forgive me if I was rude. But you’re happy to see me too, aren’t you?”

He closed both eyes gently. It wasn’t the attitude of someone who felt sorry at all.

“Don’t lie. That’s not like you, Young Count.”

“Hmm… not like me? Why do you think that?”

“You’re someone who values privacy, Young Count. You wouldn’t just come barging into my room.”

“Hmm… did I used to be like that?”

He chuckled as if it was something he knew nothing about.

“Maybe I missed you so much that such rational judgment became difficult.”

“…What?”

“That rumor was quite widespread in the West.”

Though his voice was chillingly identical to Cassian’s, his evasive way of speaking was the complete opposite.

“Did you… have a conversation with Mother after returning?”

Damia suppressed her rising anxiety and changed the subject.

“Hmm… is that important right now?”

“What do you mean by that, Young Count? You’ve returned after such a long time. Mother must have been waiting so much.”

“Mother… that’s rather disgusting. Cut it out.”

“…What? What did you just say?”

Cold sweat trickled down the back of her neck.

“Haha, I’m getting tired of pretending to be your fiancé too.”

“…What did you say?”

“This damn body still isn’t quite familiar either.”

The man shrugged his shoulders as if they were stiff.

“You’re not particularly good at acting either. You’ve been showing signs of suspicion from the beginning.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Now, how about saying your final goodbye to that precious fiancé of yours?”

Damia’s violet eyes shook mercilessly.

“From today, this body will be mine, and you’ll die here.”

Warning alarms began ringing frantically in her head.

Damia tried to get up to escape.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

The man pressed down firmly on Damia’s shoulder, pinning her to the bed.

“Stay still. You won’t even make it a few steps before being caught and dragged back anyway.”

“Who are you? How did you get into the Young Count’s body….”

“Dragon’s bane, mysterious abilities… for a bug, you’ve been quite troublesome to us for a long time.”

His fingers brushed against Damia’s cheek.

She twisted her whole body trying to avoid that touch, but it only earned her his mockery.

“I considered just leaving you alone, but it seems that won’t do.”

“What are you… trying to do now!”

“Shh. Stay still. I just came to a conclusion.”

“Let go of this!”

“It seems better to uproot the source of trouble immediately rather than leave it behind.”

Cassian—no, the monster that had taken over Cassian’s body—smiled coldly.

“Don’t do it! Mmph!”

Damia resisted with both hands and feet, but he didn’t budge at all.

“If I were you, I would have lived quietly, staying out of sight for the rest of my life.”

“L-let go!”

At first, she thought he would strangle her immediately.

But he only stared at Damia for a long while.

Eventually, his red pupils split vertically into long slits.

And….

“…Ugh!”

Pitch-black magic energy exploded outward.

Without him moving even a finger, tremendous killing intent that made it impossible to even breathe crushed Damia’s entire body.

It felt like every blood vessel in her body was screaming.

“Ah… ugh!”

She remembered the dawn when she woke from nightmares, the night when she faced Cassian suffering from his curse.

It was similar suffocating heat to that time.

Of course, incomparably greater pain than then was strangling her.

‘Dragonkin… no, could it be a dragon?’

It was said that pure dragons could kill humans just by releasing their magic energy.

Her skin stung as if she had been burned. Physiological tears streamed down from her eyes.

With this level of power, it probably wasn’t an ordinary dragonkin.

Perhaps it was that man who had pretended to be a coachman to kidnap Damia.

“Ah, how about begging for your life? I might show you mercy.”

“…Let go!”

“Though at most I’d just kill you a bit more comfortably.”

“You… you’re the one who pretended to be a coachman to kidnap me, aren’t you?”

“What? Hahaha….”

Damia flinched and stiffened at his blatant mockery.

“As if.”

“…Don’t lie.”

“Haha, how foolish.”

Surprisingly, the man seemed sincere.

“That was one of my dim-witted subordinates.”

“Ugh… then, you are…!”

Whoever the opponent before her was, she couldn’t just keep taking this.

Damia stared intently at his exposed wrist. She had to make contact with him somehow.

If she could escape while he was in pain and wake everyone in the manor….

‘Wait, even if I wake everyone, would it make any difference?’

A chilling realization struck her mind.

In Sarkis Palace, who could possibly attack someone wearing Cassian’s shell?

Moreover, aside from Cassian himself, there would be no one with the military power to face this dragonkin who emitted such tremendous magic energy.

‘No. Don’t waver.’

Damia desperately pulled herself together. Now was not the time to be weak.

She had to somehow defeat that man first, then think about the problem.

To do that, first….

“It’s quite admirable that you’re still not giving up and thinking of ways to survive.”

“…Let go!”

“It’s also very naive that a lowly creature like you truly believes you can attack me.”

The man smiled coldly as if he had seen through Damia’s intentions.

“….”

Damia hesitated for a moment.

Even if his mind had been consumed by something else, that body belonged to Cassian.

She couldn’t know whether his body would perceive contact with Damia as an attack.

“I don’t know what fun you’ve had with my family using those hands, but it will be useless.”

The man still sat perched on the bed, restraining Damia with one hand.

“I am that primordial being whom this body’s bloodline believed they had killed.”

“…Mad Dragon?”

At the words she spoke on a hunch, the man laughed low.

‘Really the Mad Dragon?’

Goosebumps covered her entire body. Damia couldn’t even blink.

“You do have a clever side.”

The man leaned his head toward Damia and inhaled.

“As expected… too disgusting a scent to let live. Though it was somewhat too precious to kill.”

At that moment, he explosively released his demonic energy once more.

“Die.”

“Urgh…!”

Pitch-black demonic energy came crushing down on Damia. It was an enormous amount, as if everything before had been mere play.

It felt like every bone in her body was being crushed. Tears streamed down from Damia’s violet eyes.

“Hng… Mmph!”

Damia struggled desperately to survive, rolling her eyes around.

As the demonic energy touched them, the plants in the flowerpots began withering at a rapid pace.

The pitch-black aura the man emitted seemed ready to reap all life in this room.

“Please, please come to your senses. Young Count….”

“Hahaha.”

Damia grabbed the man’s sleeve and pulled him toward her.

The man lightly swung his arm as if brushing off dust, pushing Damia away.

As she staggered, the tears pooled in Damia’s eyes scattered into the air.

The cool moisture splashed onto the man’s cheek as well.

“….”

The man raised his hand as if to wipe away filth, then froze solid mid-motion.

A strange light flickered momentarily in the man’s vacant eyes.

‘Now’s my chance.’

That very brief hesitation. Damia instinctively seized that opening.

She didn’t even have time to get back up. She lunged at Cassian as if falling.

“Young Count, please….”

Damia wrapped her arms tightly around his solid waist.

“Let… go!”

“Cassian!”

At that cry, the man’s body froze.

Damia held him tight as if she would never let go again, even if it meant death.

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