I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 175

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Robena returned to the Grand Duke’s residence and headed to the bathroom.
She surrendered her body to the bathtub filled with warm water and abundant bubbles.
“This is lovely.”
With foam-covered hands, she gently caressed her own arms and legs.
They felt quite smooth and pleasant.
Though she told no one, it would be no exaggeration to say that Robena lived in human form largely because of these bubble baths.
Bubble bathing was Robena’s favorite hobby.
This warm water, fragrant with lavender, melted her body into a state of blissful relaxation.
“I wish I could stay for another fourteen hours, but I suppose that’s impossible.”
She rose from the water.
Donning a bathrobe, she stepped out, combed her hair, and dressed in her uniform.
“I really don’t want to meet with those stubborn old fools….”
Now it was time for her to return from Robena to Ravina.
Her eyes narrowed like those of a reptile.
“Let’s go.”
As she snapped her fingers, the space shifted.
“You’ve arrived?”
“Have you come?”
A conference room with a large round table.
This place did not truly exist in the real world.
Everything was a false world implemented through magic.
It was the assembly hall of the Ancient Dragons, created for the first time in five hundred years.
“Yes. I offer my gratitude to the eight Ancient Dragons who have participated in this Ancient Dragon Council.”
Dragons originally do not attend meetings.
They are extremely individualistic and take no interest in anything beyond their own affairs.
Only grand themes like the world’s destruction could capture their attention.
“The Dragon Lord did not participate this time either, I see.”
“That one is always like that.”
“Does anyone know what he’s doing or where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do I.”
“If anyone knew, he wouldn’t be the Dragon Lord.”
The Dragon Lord, king of dragons and the only being capable of exerting authority over them, was absent once again today.
In any case, the Ancient Dragon Council had begun.
“Very well, Ravina. Let us hear what you have to say.”
“A second Black Flame Dragon incident could occur?”
The Black Flame Dragon Kadelina nearly plunged the world into destruction back then.
Pailahenn, the eldest Ancient Dragon among those gathered here, had not forgotten those days.
More than ten dragons lost their nests when the Black Flame Dragon went mad.
“It was dreadful back then.”
“Something even more terrible could happen. This time, it’s because of that son.”
“A son? You mean Arun?”
At the mention of Arun, the Ancient Dragons tilted their heads in confusion.
“Isn’t he still a Young Dragon?”
“He is a Young Dragon.”
“But how could a Young Dragon cause the Black Flame Dragon incident?”
“Many irrational events are occurring in this world. Though you all have shown no interest in them.”
Ravina explained the events that had transpired thus far in broad strokes.
“…And so, this man Ron has already surpassed the power of an Ancient Dragon. Arun possesses similar martial prowess, and his magical abilities utilizing dragon language may even exceed those of his mother.”
“What? That’s absurd. How is that even possible?”
“His mother is… the Black Flame Dragon Kadelina, is she not?”
How could a Young Dragon like Arun possibly surpass Kadelina?
“That’s precisely why I call it irrational. By my reasoning and judgment, impossible things keep occurring. And that’s not all. Moreover, individuals possessing the kind of power that could define an entire era have all converged in this single age… and so… this man Wilhelm has unified the mages of the Magic Federation and is targeting Isabel. Should anything happen to Isabel, every individual I mentioned will lose their reason and rampage without restraint.”
“…”
“That would constitute a second Black Flame Dragon incident. Or perhaps something far more dangerous than the Black Flame Dragon incident itself.”
Ravina took a deep breath and made an earnest plea.
“I understand that dragons take no interest in worldly affairs. However, this time you must take interest. Surely you cannot allow a dragon—and a Young Dragon at that—to bring about the world’s destruction?”
The Ancient Dragons’ gazes turned toward Pailahenn.
They found thinking troublesome and decided to follow Pailahenn’s decision.
“The time has come for dragons to act as well. Ravina, what must we do and how?”
* * *
Seven years. The time Isabel remained unconscious.
It was no short span of time.
Biatone devoured and devoured again the legacy Beksah had left behind.
That work was undertaken alongside Tesleron, who had been the male lead’s companion in the novel.
And the two reached a single conclusion.
“Tsk tsk, so the Magic Federation was ultimately nothing but a smoke screen orchestrated by the Wilhelm family.”
“Do you think so as well, Lord Tesleron?”
Outwardly, the inaugural Magic Federation was a community of shared fate created by twelve founding mages who united their will.
However, Biatone’s interpretation differed.
“In the end, the head would be the Wilhelm family.”
“I think so too.”
Though the two began with an unfortunate(?) connection, they had now become friends whose hearts aligned quite well.
“From the circumstances, it appears the Wilhelm family deliberately placed twelve founding mages at the forefront to establish the Magic Federation, and transmitted several secret magics to each prominent magical house.”
“When examined individually, they are entirely harmless magics.”
“But when combined, they become a massive summoning magic.”
“The God of Death, Narbidal, no less.”
What the Wilhelm family ultimately desired was immense authority and power that even dragons could not overcome.
Using that power to surpass the bastion of swordsmen that had never been breached even once in history—that was their objective.
Tesleron stroked his chin and spoke.
“For your information, I discovered that myself.”
“Are you perhaps suffering from dementia?”
“What?”
“I’ve uncovered far more than you have. And why do you keep speaking informally to me? Teslone is the Chief Mage of the Imperial Palace, and I am the Chief Advisor of the Imperial Palace. There’s no hierarchy between us, so I don’t understand why you keep using casual speech. It seems you need to learn how to respect others.”
Teslone’s brow furrowed deeply.
“How old are you anyway?”
“Old enough to have lived.”
“A mere child trying to match wits with an adult?”
Biatone shot back with a grin.
“Does one become an adult by eating age through their rectum?”
“What? Rectum? Re-rec-rectum? Are you finished?”
Yuri, who had entered their laboratory with desserts, let out a sigh.
“Please stop. Aren’t you tired of this?”
She said so, but her voice never reached either of them.
“Did you just say rectum?”
“Would you prefer I call it your rear end instead?”
Yuri shook her head in dismay.
“You said you were good friends, and I’m sure you said the same thing yesterday.”
Yuri clapped her hands sharply.
“If you two keep fighting like this, the Princess will be sad, won’t she?”
Teslone and Biatone clasped hands with each other.
“I was reckless, Teslone.”
“Let us put our heads together and pool our wisdom, Chief Advisor Biatone.”
The two became friends again.
After conducting research upon research, they finally found the Emperor.
Biatone made the report on their behalf.
“In the end, Wilhelm will desire the Princess. Ah, please don’t be angry. I’m not saying that’s what I want—I’m predicting what Wilhelm will do. How could I report without being terrified?”
“…Continue your report.”
“He will attempt to summon Narbidal, the God of Death, by using the Princess’s body.”
“Do you believe that’s possible?”
“I cannot say whether summoning Narbidal’s true incarnation is feasible, but we believe he could steal a portion of that divine power. It seems our mother’s seclusion was actually for this reason as well.”
Beksah had been a heaven-sent genius, and she had announced her seclusion because her own power was far too formidable.
However, Biatone had come to realize it was not simply that.
“In the end, Mother left her legacy to stop them. Perhaps, since she herself bore Narbidal’s mark, she sensed Wilhelm’s ambitions early on.”
“Why must it be Isabel?”
“That is likely due to the Princess’s physical characteristics.”
“Physical characteristics?”
“To summon a god, one would need an exceptionally sturdy body. What bloodline possesses the most durable body in the world?”
The most durable body in the world.
That was none other than the body of the Vilotian Royal Family.
“Moreover, the Princess possesses an exceptional sensitivity to magical energy. This means she reacts acutely to external forces. She can quickly perceive Narbidal’s power. Additionally, she possesses a vast magical capacity, as boundless as the sea. This means her magical vessel is extraordinarily large.”
Narbidal’s mark.
A robust body.
An immense magical vessel.
“Therefore, Wilhelm is targeting the Princess. He will certainly come for her one day. For them, it is a desire spanning hundreds of years.”
The Emperor’s closest advisors had absorbed every word of this.
Danger would inevitably arrive someday.
Isabel’s remaining lifespan was three years.
Wilhelm would certainly make his move within those three years.
* * *
I was living peaceful days lately.
Aside from crises like the occasional “Isabel Hymn” that echoed through the palace, every day was wonderful.
The simple happiness of enjoying dessert time and basking in sunlight with people who cherished me and people I cherished filled my heart completely.
‘When I think about it, isn’t this the life everyone envies?’
A wealthy person without obligations.
Well, it wasn’t what I sought, but on top of that came honor and power.
And surrounded by truly beautiful people, I never had a moment to feel bored.
When I thought about it carefully, it was the embodiment of everyone’s romantic dreams.
My family was always kind to me, and I could fully enjoy the family love I had so desperately longed for in my past life.
Tonight was no exception.
“Father, have you snuck in again?”
“That woman has become far too strict.”
When I used to mention Servant Deilsa, I would always say “steward” properly.
And I would often have a somewhat tender look in my eyes.
It must have been because of the camaraderie and memories from fighting on the battlefield together, but now it seemed like he was looking at an enemy.
“Anyway, a thief will come looking for you tomorrow.”
“A thief?”
“Yes. A very wicked thief.”
“The only thief Father would speak of like that is Arun, isn’t it?”
“Arun?”
Father’s eyes narrowed.
Shiver—
The glass on the table vibrated.
His sharp gaze was so intimidating that I quickly looked away.
“I mean, Lord Arun.”
“Since when have you called Arun by his name alone?”
“…It just happened that way. There isn’t much of an age difference between us anyway.”
Now that I think about it, when did I start calling him Arun?
It was after I learned he was Kim Beolggol, but regardless, Kim Beolggol and Arun are different beings.
I couldn’t quite remember when I started calling him Arun so casually.
I’m not entirely sure how to describe it, but it felt like Arun was slowly seeping into the space beside me.
He seeped in so gradually that I didn’t usually notice, but when I came to my senses, he was already there beside me—that sort of feeling.
My biological father still appeared displeased.
“That man will say something very strange.”
“Something strange?”
“Yes. Something quite vulgar and bizarre.”
“V-vulgar and bizarre? What do you mean by that?”
“You’ll understand when you hear it tomorrow. He’ll mention ‘that thing.'”
“What is ‘that thing’? Please speak clearly.”
“No. I have no intention of mentioning ‘that thing’ myself.”
My biological father’s face contorted as if the mere thought horrified him.
I had no idea what could provoke such a reaction from him.
In the end, my biological father never mentioned ‘that thing’ directly.
And when the next day arrived, Arun came to find me.
“I was trying to approach you very slowly, bit by bit, so it wouldn’t burden you.”
He seemed intent on saying something vulgar and bizarre.
“But the situation became unavoidable.”
He suddenly dropped to one knee before me.

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