I Proposed Because You Were Terminally Ill - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

The strength slowly drained from the man’s grip.

The dark magic that had been constricting Damia’s heart gradually faded as well.

‘Huh?’

Damia looked up at him while gasping for breath.

Reason was returning to the red eyes that had been gleaming with irrational bloodlust.

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped from between Cassian’s lips.

“Y-Young Count…”

As if he couldn’t believe it, he looked back and forth between himself and Damia with trembling eyes.

“What have I just done…”

“Are you coming to your senses?”

“…Did I attack you?”

His voice shook so miserably that she couldn’t give any answer.

Cassian looked so precarious, as if he might collapse at any moment.

But the moment he raised his head again, Cassian had become perfectly calm.

“Damia, run away right now.”

“…What?”

“Call people and have me restrained immediately!”

“B-but…”

“Before I harm everyone in the manor!”

His words were right. Damia quickly came to her senses.

If Cassian lost his reason again, no one would be safe.

“Understood. I’ll call the knights. Just hold on until then!”

It was the moment Damia was about to turn around.

“Argh!”

Cassian collapsed to the floor while clutching his head.

The blood vessels throughout his body bulged, and dark energy began flowing out of Cassian again.

“…Shut up! I said shut up!”

The surroundings were as quiet as death, yet Cassian screamed as if fighting someone.

Damia recalled what happened in the carriage. That moment when Cassian had been on guard, asking what sound she had just heard.

‘Could it be that he’s been hearing someone’s voice this whole time?’

That being who called itself the Mad Dragon was definitely gnawing away at Cassian’s mind.

“Young Count, look at me. You need to snap out of it!”

She was certain that if she left him like this, she would never get Cassian back.

She couldn’t miss the moment when he was still holding onto even a thread of reason.

“Please!”

Damia crawled over and placed her hand on his cheek.

The moment bare skin touched, Cassian’s body stiffened.

His murky red eyes stared piercingly at Damia. For just a brief moment, it seemed like focus had returned.

“Ugh, urgh!”

But it wasn’t enough.

As if pain had devoured his reason, Cassian collapsed completely.

“…Young Count?”

After a moment, his drooping head twisted at a grotesque angle.

“…”

His unfocused eyes curved into crescents toward Damia.

It was a chillingly smooth smile.

‘Too late.’

Damia instinctively ran toward the door.

However, before she could take a single step, she was grabbed by the nape of her neck.

“Where do you keep trying to go?”

Damia barely managed to turn her head to meet the man’s eyes.

“Let, let me go!”

“…”

“If something happens to me like this, it absolutely won’t be overlooked. The Countess is here too…”

“Haha, what a pathetic threat.”

The man threw Damia onto the floor like a piece of luggage.

A shadow fell over Damia as she coughed.

“Gasp…!”

The man’s shadow she glimpsed was far too massive to be considered human.

“Well, it was entertaining. You almost woke him up just now.”

The man poked at Damia with the tip of his foot.

“It was quite interesting, but not enough to spare your life.”

He lifted his foot to trample on Damia.

‘No!’

Damia used all her strength to half-raise her body. Then she firmly grasped the man’s ankle.

‘Please let something work!’

Damia concentrated all her mind on her fingertips. Perhaps because she had expended too much mental energy, just that alone made her feel like retching.

At first, there was no change at all.

“I clearly said it was useless… Urgh!”

Just as the man was about to burst into mockery, suddenly there was a sizzling sound of burning flesh from where the two were touching.

The moment he hesitated from the sudden pain, Damia pushed her opponent away.

“You insolent…!”

“Young Count! I know you can hear everything from in there. Please come to your senses!”

The man staggered but didn’t fall.

He glared at Damia as if he would tear her apart immediately.

Damia desperately grabbed his exposed ankle again.

“How much are you going to regret this later!”

Every time he struggled, it felt like her wrist would break, but Damia was desperate.

‘Please, please!’

The man seemed to quickly grow accustomed to such minor pain and was regaining his composure.

Meanwhile, Damia felt like she would collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

“Young Count!”

Damia called out to Cassian desperately.

She had resolved never to give up, but she was gradually reaching her limit of endurance.

Just when she thought it was truly the end.

“Let go! His consciousness is… Uuuurgh!”

As if two egos were colliding within his body, ripples formed in his eyes.

Cassian’s entire body began shaking mercilessly. Blood faintly seeped from his tightly clenched lips.

“Please, please!”

Damia threw her arms around him.

They were close enough for heart to touch heart.

“Cassian!”

She no longer even felt afraid.

If she couldn’t stop him like this, something truly terrible would happen.

She couldn’t let Cassian, once he regained his senses, live the rest of his life in regret.

Of course, Damia absolutely didn’t want to die like this either. Rather than a sacrifice, it was a kind of gamble.

“…!”

That was the moment. A blinding golden radiance exploded from their touching chests.

“Ugh…!”

A soul-tearing pain she had never experienced in her life engulfed Damia.

It felt like her heart would stop completely.

No, she even wished her heart would stop if it meant this agony would end.

She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, or what this pain tormenting her was.

“Let go! Let go right now!”

The being—whether it was Cassian or the light dragon that had consumed his body—tried to push her away.

Damia instinctively knew she would feel better if she let go of him.

“…No!”

But she absolutely couldn’t let go. Damia gritted her teeth.

What if she let go now and Cassian lost consciousness again?

For everyone’s sake, she absolutely couldn’t give up.

“Let go!”

“Ugh… Cassian…”

Damia shook her head and hugged him even tighter.

Cassian desperately tried to pry her off, but Damia clung to him and wouldn’t let go.

Eventually, both of them, drained of strength, collapsed to the floor still clinging together.

Damia’s tears poured down like rain onto his cheek.

As if those tears were a signal, the golden light emanating from Damia’s body gently enveloped Cassian.

His sharply contorted expression gradually relaxed.

The vertically slit pupils and fierce killing intent faded away like a lie.

Soon the golden radiance filled the entire room.

Even the dying plants began to lift their heads again as the warm light touched them.

It seemed as if vitality was overflowing throughout the entire room.

Cassian’s gaze, which had been wandering in the air, met Damia’s.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time without saying a word.

His disheveled black hair, his face covered in sweat and tears.

Before she knew it, his eyes had completely regained their focus.

“Damia.”

He called her name in a wet voice, as if reciting a vow.

Cassian stared intently at Damia. His eyes looked as if he were witnessing a miracle for the first time in his life.

“Young Count…!”

Damia burst into tears of relief and buried herself in his embrace.

As if entranced, Cassian embraced her back and began gently patting her back.

It was worlds apart from when he had once rescued Damia from near-kidnapping and comforted her so awkwardly.

This was a desperate, tender touch.

“Thank goodness, thank goodness…”

Damia rested her head on his shoulder. As the tension released, all strength left her body.

Her mind, exhausted to its limit, felt like it would snap at any moment.

Damia closed her eyes and caught her breath in Cassian’s embrace.

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