I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 165

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Chapter 165

A tremendous tremor shook the building itself.
Knights hastily escorted the Emperor and Empress to safety, and seeing this, others began to flee as well.
Theon rushed toward me. I rose from my seat. Grasping my arm, Theon spoke in a grave voice.
“Berry, we need to leave.”
“What’s happened?”
“Windis has gone berserk.”
“Windis?”
The surroundings erupted into chaos. The aftershocks from the explosion still reverberated through the air. Urgent words tumbled from my lips.
“Why is Windis here? Did Father come?”
Theon was equally frantic. He gestured toward Sir Shylo on the platform, pointing to his waist, and Sir Shylo immediately dashed toward the exit.
Theon nodded to me.
“It seems so. I don’t know the details either. All I know is that the explosion was caused by Windis’s rampage.”
Perhaps sensing the power of the wind spirit, caution flickered in Theon’s eyes as he watched the walls.
“Sister Berry!”
Jeffrey, dressed as an attendant, came running. Behind him came Roxie in knight’s armor. They had been hidden nearby all this time, it seemed.
“Jeffrey.”
Theon called to Jeffrey. Jeffrey nodded and produced a small glass vial from his pocket, holding it out to Theon.
“Everyone here is real. Their hair didn’t dissolve.”
“Wait—is that my hair?”
The vial contained strands of different colors and a reagent to detect the use of special-purpose potions. Seeing the chestnut-colored hair inside, Calips frowned and questioned Jeffrey.
“Calips.”
Theon called to Calips. Now Theon was the Crown Prince. Watching Calips nod awkwardly, Theon asked.
“Why haven’t you fled yet?”
“Well…”
Calips trailed off. He seemed reluctant to speak formally to Theon.
We stood in the first row of seats. The royal family on the platform, the nobles and commoners behind, and the Imperial Palace servants—all moved toward the exits.
“I’m going first!”
“Get out of here!!”
As congestion formed at the entrance, chaos erupted among those unable to leave.
For someone as self-preserving as Calips, squeezing through that crowd would have made more sense than standing beside me.
“Because you’re here…”
Yet he hadn’t done so—because of me. I looked at Calips in surprise.
“Because of me?”
“If anything happens to you, I’m the one who gets scolded by Grandfather.”
Calips answered with an embarrassed expression.
“Calips.”
Theon called out to Calips. Then, releasing my arm, he fixed his gaze directly upon him and spoke.
“Watch over Berry for me.”
He looked as though he were about to leave that very instant. I hurried to question him.
“Theon, where are you going?”
“To my master.”
“I’m coming with you.”
I was just as worried about Father as he was. But Theon shook his head firmly.
“If Windis has gone berserk, it means something has happened to my master. It could be a dangerous situation, and I cannot take you into such peril, Berry.”
“That’s exactly why—”
I recalled the sight of Yuraha from moments before. I could not shake the conviction that Yuraha was somehow connected to Windis’s rampage. I spoke to Theon.
“I’m worried about Father too. And you’re in just as much danger facing Windis’s rampage as anyone else. I want to come with you.”
“My master told me that aside from himself, I am the only one who could possibly handle Windis.”
“You don’t mean… Theon. You’re going to stop Windis’s rampage?”
“Yes.”
Kuuuuung—!
Another explosion thundered through the hall. One of the chandeliers that had been swaying precariously moments before crashed to the floor.
The sharp screams of startled guests filled the ballroom.
Theon met my eyes, as if to persuade me.
“Berry, Windis’s rampage is no different from a natural disaster. I don’t know what the situation is, but I am the only one who can take my master’s place in wielding the holy sword.”
I understood his words immediately.
It meant there was nothing I could accomplish by going.
‘Theon Phil Igselona is the Grand Master chosen by Windis…’
I saw Sir Shylo rushing toward us with Theon’s sword. It was forged from adamantite. I bit my lip.
‘Windis’s rampage can only be stopped by pouring forth all the holy power of every high priest in the Grand Temple. If the rampage cannot be contained, the entire Imperial Palace will be obliterated.’
I could not stop Theon, who had resolved to face Windis.
If I could not stop him, I wanted to follow, but I could not become a burden due to my own selfish curiosity.
“Stay somewhere safe, Berry.”
This time, Theon’s words were right. I knew nothing of wind spirits, after all.
I nodded heavily. Then I approached Theon and whispered.
“Be careful of Yuraha.”
I lifted my head and etched Theon’s face into my memory.

– Don’t you trust your father? I’m the Grand Master. Don’t worry, Berry. I’ll return safely.

“Come back to me. Promise.”
I spoke with all my sincerity compressed into my voice.
“I have something to tell you.”
Theon nodded.

***

It happened a few weeks prior.
When Reytan went to the location Belesa had indicated, accompanied by his friend Demian Knox.
Reytan entered the room where Belesa waited, guided by a maid, alone.
It was the first time he had seen her since that day he brought the newborn Berry.

“You’ll need to go to war.”

There was no need for pleasantries about how they had been between the two of them.
The moment Belesa saw Reytan’s face, she went straight to the point.

“Soon there will be a small-scale war between the Heishal Empire and a foreign army. Participate in it. If you want to protect that child.”
“It’s not a request I’m eager to grant. Did you strike a deal with the people of Trabel? Did they propose sending me to war in exchange for money?”
“No.”

Belesa answered Reytan’s question.

“It’s my independent judgment.”

Reytan furrowed his brow. He couldn’t fathom Belesa’s intention.
A war occurring in the Heishal Empire.
Using Berry as leverage to coerce him into going there meant she was prepared to make him her enemy—and he was the Grand Master.
‘The benefit would have to be worth that cost?’
Though Reytan had little interest in wielding power, he held considerable influence within the Aubaut Order.
Moreover, he was a direct descendant of the Trabel Family.
With just a word from Reytan, many of Belesa’s projects could crumble or become deadlocked.
Enough to shake the position of the First Princess, who was being discussed as the next queen.
It would not be a welcome situation for Belesa either.
Reytan, lost in thought, asked.

“What’s your purpose?”
“Settling a debt.”

Belesa’s answer was unexpected.

“Berry Quartz Trabel found the Jewel of the Sun for me, and she’s placed me in her debt.”
“….”

Reytan couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at Berry’s news, then caught himself and smoothed his lips, conscious of Belesa’s presence.
That woman who had abandoned Brown and Berry to satisfy her own hunger for power.
Reytan still harbored a deep hatred for her—the woman who hadn’t even attended Brown’s funeral.
Belesa spoke.

“She says she doesn’t want money or honor. Since I’ve returned what was precious to her, she demands I pay an equivalent price.”
“And?”
“Perhaps sparing that person’s life would suffice.”

Belesa’s gaze turned toward Reytan—a cold, dispassionate look, as though she were merely observing a task to be handled.

“After all, you must be precious to her.”

What Belesa had relinquished was the support of the Aubaut Order, led by the next High Priest.
Yet she found herself hardly regretting that sacrifice.
Once it became known that Sir Tory had been in the city where Berry discovered the Jewel of the Sun, false rumors spread throughout the Edencia Kingdom that everything had been the First Princess’s plan.
The First Princess who had suppressed the coup staged by the Second Prince and recovered the stolen national treasure, returning victorious.
‘There’s no need to rely on other factions.’
Belesa’s approval rating had never been higher—high enough that she could afford to repay her debt to that child.
Belesa spoke to Reytan.

“So you just follow my plan exactly as I’ve laid it out.”

***

‘A plan?’
Reytan recalled the events of a few weeks prior and scoffed.
It couldn’t possibly be some tearful tale like ‘pretending to repay a debt for Berry’s sake while helping myself.’
‘So my calculations were correct.’
Still, thanks to Belesa Valenhardt, I had discovered the identity of this new enemy.
The next High Priest. Yuraha.
‘Is it that boy?’
I had glimpsed a boy’s silhouette at the Grand Temple years ago.
A silver-haired boy in priestly robes, wandering the Grand Temple alone—I had wondered why, but since I myself had brought Berry and Theon through the Grand Temple, I hadn’t paid it much mind.
I had assumed he was an apprentice priest brought by a high priest from another temple. Without interest, I gave it no deeper thought.
‘He intends to kill me?’
Yuraha’s purpose, I was told, was to assassinate me.
The boy’s frame from years ago, even with growth, could never develop the skill to best me with a sword.
‘It’s divine power.’
Yuraha clearly intended to use Windis through his divine power.
An uncontrolled force of such magnitude could become a threat to my life.
Whiiiish—
I ducked low as a sharp wind swept past my head. To endure the Roc’s flight speed tearing through the night sky with my bare body, I had to conceal myself as much as possible within its feathers.
“There it is.”
The Roc that had carried me from the Batz Mountain Range to the Imperial Capital spoke.
“It’s gone berserk. Your sword.”

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