Limited Extra Time - Chapter 107

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Peng, who was entering, sensed the peculiar atmosphere and let out a wry smile.

“It seems I’ve interrupted a pleasant moment.”

“If you know that, then hurry up and get out.”

“Millaiyen!”

Carina Leopold called out to Millaiyen, her face flushed crimson.

In truth, what Peng had noticed was less Carina Leopold’s apology than her face, which was even redder than an apology itself. Of course, Millaiyen’s fierce gaze had also played its part.

“Yes, I shall prepare the meal and take my leave.”

Peng slowly summoned the Maidservants he had brought along.

Watching him place the meal on the table with deliberate slowness—as if he were deliberately teasing—Millaiyen’s face trembled with barely contained fury.

Seeing those blazing crimson eyes, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, Peng swallowed his laughter.

‘…If I tease him any further, he really will draw his sword.’

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He bowed at precisely the moment before Millaiyen was about to explode.

“I shall withdraw now.”

“Damn it…”

Whether he left or not, Carina Leopold’s expression had already deflated entirely.

Seeing her so utterly unenthusiastic, Millaiyen’s face grew even more menacing.

‘That bastard did that on purpose, didn’t he?’

It was painfully obvious that he had done it deliberately to mock him. With Carina Leopold in his arms, he couldn’t even indulge his temper as he wished.

Millaiyen Pestellio glared irritably at Peng’s retreating figure before exhaling a deep sigh.

“You must be quite hungry by now. Let’s have something to eat.”

“Yes….”

Carina Leopold watched for signs of Millaiyen rising to his feet. She wondered if Peng was leaving a bit later than usual today….

‘Did his ardor cool in that time?’

No matter what, there was no reason to stop in the middle of a kiss. Carina Leopold’s expression darkened further. As Millaiyen Pestellio rose while still holding her, she carefully opened her mouth.

“Millaiyen.”

“Hmm?”

“Will Peng come in again?”

“No, he won’t enter unless I call for him. Why?”

Carina Leopold’s eyes darted about.

Her eyes rolled left, then right, before finally settling quietly back on Millaiyen Pestellio.

“Then why aren’t you continuing?”

“Continuing what?”

“…What you were doing.”

At Carina Leopold’s words, Millaiyen Pestellio’s eyes widened considerably.

He gazed at her with astonishment before carefully parting his lips.

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“…Did I mishear? Or am I dreaming?”

“No, if you’re feeling better, you don’t have to. Let’s eat!”

At Carina Leopold’s words, Millaiyen Pestellio shook his head urgently. As she tried to pull away, he pressed his lips against hers with desperate intensity.

Half-risen from the bed, she remained in his embrace. His tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss with an almost consuming need.

“Yes, you don’t need to answer.”

The conversation they’d had two weeks ago on this very bed surfaced in her mind.

“Mmm…”

Carina Leopold released a soft moan, her arms tightening around his neck.

Though she tried to match his movements, earnestly working her tongue against his, she found herself inevitably swept away in his rhythm—a willing captive to his passion.

It felt unfairly one-sided.

“Then simply become my lover. Grant me the right to remain by your side until your very last breath.”

Yet I could not refuse him. He had not rushed me. He had not commanded me to answer that I would live, nor had he begged with desperate pleas.

He had simply yielded, nodding his acceptance.

He acknowledged everything and asked only that I become his lover. I could not bring myself to reject those words…

That day, Carina Leopold first glimpsed what it meant to covet something she could never truly possess.

She cast aside all guilt and regret, surrendering selfishly to his embrace. And he assured her that was enough.

“If ever I am given the chance…

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Promise me you’ll vow to live with all your strength and determination.”

…I promise.

That was her greatest effort—devoted entirely to him.

Carina Leopold could only hold him close, with every ounce of strength she possessed.

“Carina Leopold.”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

At the words whispered against her ear, she broke into a radiant smile.

It felt like a dream unfolding before her—all those countless items she had written on her bucket list, she was accomplishing them one by one.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t get hurt.”

“Really?”

“Yes, truly not at all.”

Millaiyen Pestellio shook his head as he spoke. The moment Carina Leopold’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, he quickly seated her in a chair.

Her gaze grew even sharper. Millaiyen Pestellio swiftly changed the subject.

“Speaking of which, we’ll be moving the Encampment tomorrow. Further inland.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I found a suitable location. From there, though it’s a distance away, you can see the Winter Mountain Range.”

“Oh, how wonderful…”

Her eyes sparkled with delight. Even from afar, she could see it—what more could she ask for! The urge to paint surged within her once more.

Lately, she had been painting under Periel Kalos’s watchful eye.

He was clearly worried that she might complete a painting and trigger a miracle without restraint.

On days when Periel Kalos was busy, Winston would keep watch; on days when both were occupied, Peng often remained by her side.

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‘At least I can wake up once a week.’

The Forbidden Forest was remarkably peculiar—a place where exotic fragrances drifted endlessly.

With each step, the scent shifted dramatically, and moving to another spot brought yet another aroma that burrowed into the senses.

“Have there been any seizures?”

“No, there haven’t been.”

“Carina Leopold, we agreed you wouldn’t lie.”

“…Well, actually there were a few, but they weren’t too bad.”

“How many? How often?”

“Um…”

Carina Leopold’s eyes darted back and forth without a word. He asked her this every single day.

Each time, he apparently brought Haron back as his prize, and because of that, Periel Kalos had taken to locking himself in his tent every evening, even skipping meals.

Carina Leopold was simply worried about both of them.

‘Millaiyen Pestellio seems to visit Periel Kalos’s barracks occasionally too.’

Winston was also assisting Periel Kalos and conducting research alongside him.

Guilt seeped through her. Was she tormenting three men with false hope?

“Carina Leopold, we agreed you’d be honest with me. No more lies.”

“…Three times. But the pain wasn’t severe. Strangely, since entering this forest, the intensity of the pain has weakened somehow.”

Before, it had felt as though someone were squeezing her heart, tearing it apart, and stabbing it relentlessly.

That had been unbearably agonizing, but now she could grit her teeth and endure it somehow.

Even the compulsive urges that clawed at her mind were manageable.

The pain was excruciating, yet the Haron bracelet I wore dulled it considerably.

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“Tomorrow, he asked me to bring the corpse of a Magical Beast containing Haron.”

“Periel Kalos?”

“Yes. He said there’s something he wants to verify. The problem is finding one.”

Millaiyen Pestellio’s voice carried a note of weariness as he sighed.

Procuring a Magical Beast corpse wasn’t the issue. The real problem was that there was no way to confirm whether it contained Haron without dissecting the creature’s abdomen.

“Does Herta obey your commands?”

“Thanks to your Herta, I’ve been spared the trouble of restraining the other Herta.”

When Carina Leopold asked Millaiyen Pestellio to take Herta along on the Subjugation, the creature followed them far more readily than expected.

And it’s been rampaging about wildly. In the process, it seems to have built quite the rapport with the soldiers.

“The creature eats Haron.”

“…Haron?”

“Yes. It’s wasteful, but since it seems to prefer it as food, I’ve been feeding it to the creature.”

Carina Leopold’s expression grew peculiar at Millaiyen Pestellio’s words. Then her eyes widened considerably.

She looked at him with an expression of dismay and urgency.

‘Now that I think about it, I never mentioned that.’

I had meant to ask about something Herta had told me before, but I’d forgotten.

“Is… is Haron perhaps the core of a Magical Beast or something like that?”

“The core of a Magical Beast?”

“Yes, Herta once told me that she consumed a Demon Beast’s Core in place of my life. I forgot to ask about it.”

Millaiyen Pestellio’s eyes narrowed.

‘A Demon Beast’s Core? Where have I heard that before…?’

Millaiyen Pestellio pondered.

A Demon Beast’s Core—what was that? After thinking for a long moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

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“Ah…”

It was a name spoken only in the distant past, when the Northern Territory was not yet Imperial land.

Few remembered it now, and even Millaiyen Pestellio had only heard it from an elderly man long ago.

“Yes, it was indeed called that once. A very… ancient tale. Before this land became Imperial territory.”

Millaiyen Pestellio nodded while holding his utensil. His gaze grew

more somber.

Carina Leopold nodded, then tilted her head.

“That she consumed it in place of my life means…”

“The art that works miracles demands life as its price. Some lose limbs or part of their senses to it.”

“Yes.”

“If she consumed it as a substitute, does that mean Haron becomes a replacement payment for the miracle’s cost?”

At Millaiyen Pestellio’s words, Carina Leopold’s eyes widened.

Herta had instinctively understood this and sought out Haron to consume. And she had stopped the draining of her own life force herself.

“…How is that even possible?”

Carina Leopold murmured in astonishment, her eyes widening.

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