I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 215

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I was startled at first, but I quickly realized that what I was seeing wasn’t a ‘memory’—it was a ‘recording.’
I couldn’t help but admire it genuinely.
‘Did you anticipate that we would find this place?’
And it meant that knowing I would use this type of magic, she had arranged things in advance so that I could interfere with this spell.
‘So Viscount Beksa truly is an unparalleled genius….’
A genius whose talents were so extraordinary that she had secluded herself.
Though Viscount Beksa’s form before me wasn’t real, I bowed deeply to her.
To my benefactor who granted me a second life.
To the beloved mother of Viscount Biatonn.
I paid my respects and honored her memory for as long as I could, doing my very best.
Viscount Beksa opened her mouth.
-I wished you would not come to this place.
“…Mother.”
Viscount Biatonn understood well enough that this image wasn’t his real mother.
Yet it seemed he couldn’t calm himself easily.
Even the great Viscount Biatonn—what the mind knows and what the heart feels are often very different things.
-Because I did not wish for you to dwell in the past. I am merely a memory that has passed, and I wanted you to look forward and advance with strength. There are so many joyful places in this world, yet you came seeking this place—you are still a foolish child with much to learn.
Crack!
A small bolt of lightning materialized and fell toward Viscount Biatonn’s head.
It held no lethal force, merely a slight sting.
Viscount Biatonn could have dodged it, but he did not.
“You remain unchanged, Mother.”
-I have little to say to you. After all, being foolish, you wouldn’t understand my words anyway.
I could fully sense that those words were not sincere.
This unfolding scene was a small world I had created.
Someone’s magic was artificially acting upon this small world.
Because of this, I could read the magical power contained within this artificial magic.
Beneath that seemingly cold tone and expression lay a mother’s love and concern for Viscount Biatonn, overflowing.
-Child.
Viscount Beksa’s gaze settled upon me.
Finding precisely where I stood.
-Do not be alarmed. It is merely a trivial technique.
Just how much of a genius was this person?
I had thought myself quite talented in magic, but Viscount Beksa felt on an entirely different level.
Superior magical talent combined with complete experience—the very essence of a perfected Mage.
“I am listening, Viscount Beksa.”
-I wished to convey my gratitude for holding the hand of my foolish child.
I waited silently for Viscount Beksa’s words.
-That child grew accustomed to wearing masks. Before long, he was consumed by them and began to forget himself.
“….”
-As her mother, I cannot claim to be without responsibility. It may sound like an excuse, but by the time I realized what was happening, it was already too late. By then, Viscount Biatonn’s stubbornness had grown far too strong for me to do anything about it.
“….”
-That child’s face began to show expression. Desire began to take root. The beginning of all of it was you, Isabel.
Viscount Biatonn continued nodding with an unflinching expression.
Yes, absolutely, he seemed to say.
Yet the slight redness creeping up his ears made it abundantly clear he was actually deeply embarrassed.
-You were Viscount Biatonn’s spring. Thank you.
“I am the one who should be grateful, Viscount Beksa.”
-That was what I had to say to you as the mother of that foolish boy. And now, as your senior, I leave you with this counsel.
“I will listen humbly.”
-I was a monster from childhood.
Even in the Mirotell Magic Federation, I was an uncommon child who invoked the Innate Eternal Song from birth.
A monster who could wield mana from the moment I was born.
-Even my own parents feared me.
Some called her an unparalleled genius, but those closest to her trembled in fear.
Her talent was not of humanity.
-And I too feared myself.
Publicly, it was known that Viscount Beksa had secluded herself because her influence was too overwhelming.
But that was not the whole truth.
-I hid because I was afraid. Here, in the middle of this lake. Only after time passed did I realize: even an unparalleled Grand Mage cannot live alone.
A terrible loneliness descended upon me.
I felt it through my mana.
How much loneliness Viscount Beksa had to endure.
The Viscount, who had seemed as vast and mighty as a mountain, now appeared to me as merely a small woman.
-Cherish those around you. Do not fear your talent. I could not do so, but you will be different. Around you, there is….
She glanced toward Viscount Biatonn.
-That foolish man.
“Viscount Biatonn is a good person, Viscount Beksa.”
-Your father as well. And your mother too. Perhaps by now you have even met the one you love. In the future I glimpsed, that was so.
Viscount Beksa drew closer to me.
-Remember this.
She placed her hand upon my head.
This was an illusion, merely recorded imagery, yet I felt the warmth of her touch.
-You are not alone.
With those words, Viscount Beksa simply vanished.
Without leaving a single word for Viscount Biatonn.
“Viscount Biatonn. Are you alright?”
“Of course.”
Viscount Biatonn was smiling broadly.
That tender smile, which I had always found comforting, did not have that effect on me today.
“Do you miss Viscount Biatonn as well, Viscount Beksa?”
“I suppose.”
A lie.
“If you miss someone, say so. That’s not weakness or inadequacy.”
I stepped closer to Viscount Biatonn.
I took his large hand in mine.
Viscount Biatonn’s hand trembled ever so slightly.
“It seems you need sufficient time to grieve, Viscount Biatonn.”
Perhaps Viscount Biatonn understood this himself.
That’s why he came here with me.
Using some excuse about literary affliction to my Biological Father, something about “your house doesn’t have potatoes, does it?”
“Grieve as much as you need. Mourn as much as you need. I’ll help you.”
I had only ever received help.
I’m not a young child anymore.
Though there were times I wanted to be one in front of Viscount Biatonn.
But not today.
I showed Viscount Biatonn the memory of Viscount Beksa that was etched in his heart.
The final scene.
-Never forget why you became an adult. Protect what you wish to protect with all your heart. Even if you cannot protect it. The very effort to protect will make your life fragrant. As for my body….
In the vision, Viscount Biatonn asked, “Could you not hold me just once?”
And now, Viscount Biatonn wept quietly.
I gripped his hand tighter.
He looked so fragile, as though he might drift away if I let go.
‘So this is where it ends.’
Viscount Beksa met his end as befitted Viscount Beksa.
Sitting in lotus position without the slightest disturbance.
That’s how it should have been.
But artificial interference came once more.
-I loved you, my son.
Words he could never speak in life reached his son across the vast expanse of time.
That son replied.
-I revered you, Mother.
“I revere you, Mother.”

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After exchanging greetings with Viscount Beksa.
I climbed onto the mermaid’s back alongside Viscount Biatonn.
“Once a year. Let’s come together on the anniversary of Mother’s death.”
“There’s no need for such a thing, Princess.”
“What if it’s a command from the Princess?”
“I don’t even listen well to the Emperor himself.”
“What if it’s a request from the Princess?”
“Then I suppose I have no choice but to comply.”
“It’s a promise.”
“…Thank you, Princess.”
When we arrived at the lakeside, I couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.
My Biological Father was waiting with his sword drawn.
Judging by the luxurious carriage visible in the distance, it seemed Mother had come along as well.
It looked like a date, and it seemed both of them had plenty of time these days.
After thanking the mermaid, Viscount Biatonn laughed proudly.
“Hehe. Emperor.”
“Did it really take this long?”
By the way, up in that tree, Kim Beolggwol was snarling.
Looking ready to bite Viscount Biatonn at any moment.
He sent her off himself, so why is he acting like this? I truly cannot understand these men.
“Hehehehe, Em-per-or.”
“Why do you keep calling me?”
My Biological Father looked ready to draw his sword at any moment.
But because Mother was gazing at this scene with satisfaction from inside the carriage, my Biological Father couldn’t swing his sword.
He probably received threats before coming here like, “Promise me you absolutely won’t swing your sword. Otherwise, I won’t go with you.”
Viscount Biatonn was extremely triumphant.
“I spent time alone with the Princess. Ah. So this is what a date is?”
My Biological Father’s expression crumpled.
Oh, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve done much of anything alone with my Biological Father.
“The Princess even held my hand and comforted me. Look, can you see my hand glowing here?”
“….”
“Would you like me to hold your hand too? It’s the hand the Princess held.”
“Be quiet.”
Viscount Biatonn’s eyes gleamed.
He knelt on one knee before me and looked up.
I gazed at Viscount Biatonn with slightly puzzled eyes.
The moment our eyes met.
“Can you see the lovely eyes of the Princess reflected in mine?”
What could it be.
There’s a faint whiff of earthly literary disease about this.
What kind of build-up is this for?
“This is the eye level that His Majesty and I share.”
Look at how tender and warm the Princess’s gaze is as she looks at me.
It’s completely different from the eyes with which she regards the Emperor.
“This is what we call status. The difference in class, you see, hehehehe.”
In the end, Kim Beolggwol lunged forward and scratched Viscount Biatonn’s face.
For once, Kim Beolggwol and my Biological Father seemed to be of one mind.
I say again—these two are people who tacitly permitted me to come here with Viscount Biatonn.
Truly, I have no idea what these people are thinking.
“Mother!”
I should just throw myself into Mother’s arms.
I merely enjoyed my limited time. Side Story 2 【Complete】

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