I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169

The clouds were thin, casting no distinct shadows, yet I could make out something—a black silhouette moving erratically through the mist. It resembled an enormous bird.
“What is that?”
“I would say it is Reytan riding a Rok.”
“Your master is in that shadow?”
Demian nodded.
“Yes.”
“Then why doesn’t he descend?”
At Theon’s question, Demian shrugged.
“He says the timing of his entrance is important.”
“The timing?”
“He is observing the right moment to arrive.”

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“Let me go!”
“Ah, wait! Hold still!”
Calips hoisted me onto his shoulder and bolted forward. Being slung across his shoulder like cargo barely registered in my mind.
“We need to check on Jeffrey’s condition!”
That ominous impact sound—Jeffrey had definitely been struck.
‘What if he’s badly hurt?’
Jeffrey carried emergency healing potions in his pocket. If he remained conscious and drank one himself, all would be well. But if he had lost consciousness? If the damage was irreversible?
‘Kane…!’
I didn’t believe Kane was foolish enough to go that far.
If Kane truly intended to kill me as Jeffrey claimed, he would also need to silence Calips, the witness. That would escalate matters far beyond control. Aunt Mariane would never stand for it.
‘Don’t do anything reckless.’
So Kane’s best option now was to keep Jeffrey alive and insist that Jeffrey had misheard him.
“That wretched Jeffrey, Jeffrey.”
Behind us, Kane’s knights were pursuing at full speed. I could even see the knight who had lifted Jeffrey earlier.
No matter how swift Calips was, he couldn’t outrun knights with superior stamina while carrying me on his shoulder.
“Calips! Put me down, quickly!”
I had small smoke bombs in my bag. I wanted to throw them, but Calips said nothing. The fastest knight reached out toward my face, his rough, massive hand closing in like a snare.
“Is Jeffrey really that important to you?”
In that instant, Calips shifted his shoulder, gripped my waist with both hands, and hurled me forward with all his strength. My body soared through the air. I landed in the saddle of a riderless horse.
Before I could even catch my breath, Calips placed his hand on the saddle of the galloping horse and mounted in front of me in one fluid motion. Everything happened in a heartbeat.
“How did you do that?”
“Hold on tight. If you fall, it’s your fault.”
Calips grasped the reins and spoke. A memory surfaced—his childhood riding instructor praising him as a genius, words flowing endlessly with admiration.
“Shake those fools off, and I’ll take you to Jeffrey.”
“….”
I bit my lip hard. I really didn’t want to say this, but Calips’s back was proving so reassuringly trustworthy. I gripped Calips’s waist tightly and muttered under my breath.
“Thank you.”
“What?”
“Even if you mess up with me next time, I’ll let it slide once.”
“Hey, I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Run faster!”
“Tch. Are you provoking me?”
Calips grumbled and gripped the reins forcefully. The landscape rushed past faster than before.

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Kuuuuung—!
Windis rampaged as if releasing years of pent-up resentment. The meticulously maintained Imperial Palace Garden had long since lost its former brilliance, becoming a desolate wasteland. Trees were uprooted, boulders rolled, and the earth cracked.
Because Demian had chosen the rampage point to be the most remote location within the Imperial Palace, there were no casualties. Only Yuraha was trapped in this vortex.
The eye of a typhoon is calm, unlike its surroundings. The center of the vortex created by Windis’s rampage was the same.
‘What is happening?’
Yuraha’s mind could not comprehend this situation. He knelt with both knees pressed to the ground, staring at his brilliantly glowing hands and the holy sword absorbing that light.
His eyes reflected nothing but confusion.
‘Why?’
A holy sword bearing the power of the Aubaut God was draining me—one chosen by the Aubaut God.
“Aubaut God.”
Yuraha’s lips moved.
“This is not a holy sword.”
Yes, Yuraha had reached his conclusion. This blade was not a holy sword. That was why it sought to drain his divine power endlessly.
“Kugh. Kuk.”
Yuraha laughed while collapsed on the ground. His upper body convulsed, his form scraping against the dirt. Blood still flowed from his abdomen where the blade had pierced him. Even as Windis drained his divine power, Yuraha continued attempting to use his power to heal his own wound.
Because of this, while he could not fully close the injury, the wound from the blade’s piercing did not stop his breath.
“What I hold in my hand…is not a holy sword.”
Yuraha murmured as if reporting to the God. In that instant, like the strings of a marionette being cut, Yuraha’s body went limp. His vacant eyes lost focus. The light in his right hand ceased in an instant.
“….”
Silence.
Soon after, Yuraha’s upper body convulsed as his breath stopped. Yuraha’s left hand grasped Windis’s hilt.
This time, Windis’s hilt emitted light. Realizing that Yuraha was draining its divine power, Windis trembled and thrashed about.
But the situation had reversed. In an instant, Windis lost its divine power to Yuraha and could only respond like an ordinary blade—with no reaction at all.
“…Ah.”
Yuraha let out a pleased exclamation. Divine power flowing through his entire body. The power of the Aubaut God.
The vortex created by Windis’s rampage had already subsided. He gathered divine power in his right hand and brought it to his abdomen. Flesh filled in and blood flowed in reverse.
Yuraha rose to his feet, using Windis like a staff as he jabbed it repeatedly against the ground.
“Hello.”
Yuraha smiled brightly as he looked at the person standing directly before him. The two of them stood facing each other, separated by precisely the distance where the whirlwind had been.
“Reytan Quartz.”
Yuraha gripped a sword in his right hand. Though it was not a holy blade, with Windis’s power, he felt he could wield it just the same.
Windis trembled as Yuraha forcibly infused it with divine power. Unlike when it ran rampant, now it had completely surrendered control of that power to him.
“I’ve thought of another way.”
Berry Quartz. A way for that child to remain at my side.
If comfort would not suffice, then hatred might serve just as well. Would that child not pursue the one who killed Father for all their days?
As Yuraha rushed forward and swung Windis at the defenseless Reytan with empty hands, that was when it happened.
Pop—!
The sound of lights bursting filled the air. Immediately after, similar sounds erupted in rapid succession, competing with one another. Camera flashes.
“….”
Yuraha froze mid-swing, Windis raised high. Reytan lifted one corner of his mouth and spoke.
“How unfortunate for you.”
“….”
“That you couldn’t kill me.”
Tremble.
The hand gripping Windis shook with Yuraha’s rage.

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