I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 183

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The Dragon Lord, who had been merely observing until now, took several steps forward and drew closer to Isabel.
“Isabel?”
“….”
Isabel did not answer.
Crack!
With a tremendous spark, Arun’s body, which had been clinging tightly to Isabel, was hurled backward.
Biatone barely caught Arun.
“I have no interest in embracing Lord Arun.”
The smile vanished from Biatone’s face.
‘My arm is broken.’
His arm had broken from catching Arun’s body as it was thrown back.
Aselia spoke.
“So Wilhelm was merely a piece on the chessboard you created.”
“….”
Isabel lifted her head.
Isabel’s eyes had turned black.
All vitality had completely drained from her face, and dark crimson veins bulged across her entire body.
“It was the god’s jest, exploiting the arrogance of a human who claimed to summon the God of Death.”
Black energy began seeping up from the ground.
It gathered in one place, took on a form, and soon transformed into the shape of Wilhelm.
“Am I… alive?”
Isabel spoke.
“Guard my side. You are not yet complete.”
“…What?”
Even for Wilhelm, this was an incomprehensible phenomenon.
The aura emanating from Isabel was not that of a human.
An overwhelming pressure that was impossible to even gaze upon descended upon him.
‘Could it be.’
He could not understand the process of what had transpired.
Yet when consciousness returned, it seemed Narbidal had descended.
“I! I summoned you!”
Wilhelm burst into raucous laughter.
“Obey me!”
But a golden crown materialized above Wilhelm’s head.
It began to tighten around Wilhelm’s head with crushing force.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Throughout his life, he had experienced countless pains and terrors, but never anything like this.
It felt as though his mind was shattering into fragments.
“I commanded you to guard my side.”
The light faded from Wilhelm’s eyes.
He stood beside Isabel like a puppet on strings.
Aselia spoke.
“So what you’re saying is, you’ve succeeded in seizing the vessel as you desired, but it’s still not complete.”
“Dragon Lord. I’d appreciate it if you and the dragons would step back from this. There’s no such thing as the world’s destruction you speak of.”
Aselia had never truly cared for themes of world annihilation.
Instead, she brought up something else.
“I was surprised too, you know. Arun turned out to be far stronger than you expected, didn’t he?”
“….”
The moment Arun was sent flying, Aselia saw it clearly.
Narbidal, borrowing Isabel’s body, had attempted to escape from this place.
In an instant too brief for the eye to perceive, dozens of exchanges occurred.
“But do you know something?”
“What?”
“Arun didn’t lose because he’s weak. If you were merely an enemy, his head would already be on the ground.”
It was already a battle that could never be fairly fought.
Because Narbidal possessed Isabel’s body.
“Our Lord Arun is afflicted with a condition that prevents him from attacking Isabel.”
* * *
“Strengthen the magical barriers of this place further,” Aselia commanded the dragons.
Aselia spoke toward Viscount Biatonn and the princes.
“You all should remain still for now. I think we need to hear what he has to say.”
“Lady Aselia. Shouldn’t you show proper respect to your superior? I am your superior.”
Aselia let out a soft laugh.
“Please, Viscount Biatonn. If I hear what Narbidal has to say, I think I can reclaim Isabel.”
“Very well. I shall wait.”
Aselia shifted her gaze toward Isabel.
“So? This isn’t a bad proposal for you either, is it?”
“….”
“You’ll need time to restore your power, or time to fully seize that body.”
Though the reason was unclear, Narbidal desired to completely possess Isabel’s body.
“But Isabel’s resistance isn’t insignificant, is it?”
“….”
“That is the potential of humanity, arrogant god.”
After a brief silence, Narbidal spoke.
It was Isabel’s voice.
“I….”
Everyone fell silent and watched Isabel’s lips.
“…want to die.”
Michael clenched his fists tightly.
“If you say such things with my sister’s mouth, I’ll destroy you!”
Michael had been causing such a commotion that Sermon struck the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious.
Yet even in Sermon’s eyes, as he restrained Michael, a murderous intent blazed fiercely.
“Keep talking, god.”
“As you know, I am the god of death. I have existed since the beginning of time.”
Tears welled up in Isabel’s eyes.
The dragon lord and the others felt a slight sense of confusion.
It was difficult to find any hostility in Narbidal.
Karin’s body flinched.
‘It’s just like… me before I met the Princess.’
I could tell immediately upon seeing it.
Narbidal’s current state was the same as mine before meeting Isabel.
‘Why would a god…?’
Karin couldn’t tear her eyes away from Isabel.
It was an expression she had never seen on Isabel before, yet it was far too familiar to Karin.
‘Ah…’
Now I was beginning to understand.
‘That desire to die—it’s not a lie.’
The god of death is the deity who governs death and is death itself.
Yet as a god bearing that name, he has existed since the beginning of time.
A contradiction emerges—death continuing to live.
‘That god desires to be annihilated.’
But gods do not naturally perish.
‘So he created and scattered Narbidal’s stigma.’
That was no difficult task for him.
By merely distributing a fraction of ‘the authority of death,’ humans would perish within twenty-one years.
And Wilhelm had refined that power to create this space.
A space saturated with the essence of death, where the god of death could be temporarily summoned.
‘He wants to enter Princess Isabel’s body and meet a complete death.’
Because he cannot die by his own hand.
He was attempting to die through Isabel.
‘But right after his descent, he expended too much power against Count Arun’s assault.’
So Narbidal needed time.
Time to perfectly merge with Isabel’s body.
For complete annihilation.
“You have no choice. I have watched you all. Can your blades truly strike down Isabel?”
Narbidal shook his head slowly.
“I shall reveal myself before you once more. With your strength, you will be able to annihilate me.”
Wilhelm, his eyes now devoid of light, stood before Isabel.
He gathered magical power for a teleportation spell.
“It will not take long. When that time comes, I beg you—slay me.”
* * *
Wilhelm cast a teleportation spell.
‘For now, I’ll hear what that woman has to say.’
The pain from the golden crown pressed upon my head was an agony no human could dare resist.
‘Who decides when I die?’
I had only just managed to summon Narbidal.
How much preparation and suffering had gone into this moment?
‘If only I could make even a fraction of that power my own!’
Then I could dominate the world.
I could even force that arrogant Villorian to kneel beneath my feet.
For now, I decided to cooperate with Narbidal and watch for an opening.
‘There’s a gap.’
The magical barriers the Dragons had erected were ultimately not perfect.
They too had accumulated considerable fatigue from the previous battle, and I could see a passage through which to break.
‘Teleport.’
* * *
Ron spoke with an expression that seemed somehow anxious.
“Aren’t we being overly cautious?”
“Being overly cautious is ten thousand times better than being carelessly prepared, Your Majesty.”
“Dailsa. I have the feeling we’re overestimating that bastard Wilhelm.”
“Overestimating is ten thousand times better than underestimating, Your Majesty.”
Dailsa continued to stare into the empty air.
She was no less anxious than Ron.
‘It seems like it’s about time he appeared.’
Long ago, Ron had made a promise to Dailsa.
That he would yield Wilhelm’s neck to her. That he would allow her to avenge her husband.
‘But it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t appear.’
Even if I cannot eliminate Wilhelm myself, his failure to appear here means he has completely vanished from that side.
Then the threat to Isabel would be gone.
Dailsa thought that alone would be a relief.
‘Hm?’
But she felt a fluctuation in magical power.
It was unmistakably that same magical fluctuation she had practiced and felt through Tesleron and Karin multiple times.
“It’s a teleportation spell.”
“So he came here after all.”
The Villorian strategy had worked perfectly.
By pressuring Wilhelm and cornering him, he would eventually flee.
They had deliberately left an escape route open.
To drive him into an even more perfect trap.
They had laid snares in double and triple layers.
Wilhelm materialized through the magical circle.
“You wretches…!”
He could say no more.
Dailsa sheathed her blade and spoke, though I couldn’t recall when she had drawn it.
“Thank you for yielding to me, Your Majesty.”
The robe covering Wilhelm’s body split in two.
Long ago, Ron had made a promise.
That Dailsa would personally strike down Wilhelm.
Today, that promise was fulfilled.
Crack.
His bones crumbled, and Wilhelm moved no more.
A pathetic end.
I heard Isabel’s voice.
“Father.”
It was unmistakably Isabel’s voice. And Isabel’s face.
Save for her ashen complexion and the dark crimson veins bulging across her skin, it was undoubtedly her.
“Please, let me go.”
“….”
Even Dailsa hesitated.
Neither of us could comprehend what was happening.
“I’m begging you. Please let me go. I want to be alone.”
“….”
“I want to rest.”
“…Isabel.”
Ron approached her.
He knelt on one knee and took her hand, examining it carefully from every angle.
He looked up at her with worried eyes.
Fortunately, she appeared to have no serious injuries.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. I just want to be alone for a while.”
“….”
Ron nodded at Isabel’s earnest plea.
“If you say so, what choice do I have?”
“Thank you.”
Isabel smiled weakly.
She turned and walked away.
Then Dailsa cried out in alarm.
“Your Majesty! What, what is—!”
Ron’s blade pierced through Isabel’s body.

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