Limited Extra Time - Chapter 109

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“What are you still doing over there? Why aren’t you coming back?”

Millaiyen, who had already seized one of the massive Demon Beast’s legs and ventured far ahead, urged irritably.

Goreden likewise grasped the leg of a colossal Demon Beast nearby and followed in Millaiyen’s wake.

“It felt like madness….”

“I’ve never despised a Subjugation this much before.”

“I should have just volunteered at the Checkpoint….”

The Knights whispered softly as they gathered the Demon Beast corpses one by one.

Even so, they could not manage the massive carcasses.

Surveying their surroundings, they collected only smaller Demon Beasts or merely the torsos of larger ones, then pursued the two men.

Millaiyen’s pace was swift. His long strides moved far faster than when he had been hunting the Demon Beasts.

Goreden had little difficulty keeping up with him,

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but the exhausted Knights were another matter entirely.

“Commander, are you… trying to kill us…?”

“I can’t go any further….”

“Ugh, just put us out of our misery.”

The Knights began dropping out one by one as the distance widened considerably.

The sight of Millaiyen and Goreden dragging a house-sized Demon Beast with a single hand made their prowess all the more remarkable.

Millaiyen, who had been striding forward, suddenly stopped in his tracks. Goreden came to stand beside him with a puzzled expression. Following Millaiyen’s gaze, Goreden looked back at him.

“Is there a problem with the Lake?”

“If we continue like this, she’ll hate it, won’t she?”

“Sir?”

“Take the others ahead first.”

Millaiyen barked the command at Goreden as though tossing it aside, then turned toward the Lakeside, leaving the Magical Beast’s corpse behind.

The moment Millaiyen disappeared toward the Lake, Goreden turned around.

“Captain!”

“Ugh…”

“Captain Goreden!”

The moment Millaiyen vanished, the Knights—drenched in sweat and blood—came rushing over. As the repugnant men charged toward him, a crack finally appeared in Goreden’s expressionless face.

“We’re done for, sir. Please save us.”

Among the Knights clinging to his body were those who had collapsed on the ground, clutching their legs. Irritation flickered across Goreden’s impassive features.

“Get out of my sight. Now.”

At Goreden’s low voice, the Knights’ hair stood on end.

In an instant, they scrambled backward. After glaring at them as they swallowed hard, Goreden turned his body around, the Magical Beast still gripped in his hand.

“We return swiftly.”

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The Knights, heads bowed, trudged along behind the massive Magical Beast being dragged away.

Like master, like servant.

…So this is how Magical Beasts harboring Haron are born?

Periel Kalos murmured softly. If this were true, it would certainly be one method capable of saving Carina Leopold. Yet Periel Kalos’s

expression remained clouded.

‘If this is real….’

Periel Kalos rubbed his face with an impatient hand.

Looking in the mirror, my appearance was beyond words. How many days had I been confined here? It had been nearly constant since Millaiyen departed on the Subjugation.

“I need to bathe and rest first.”

My lips, my face—there wasn’t a part that wasn’t parched and withered. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, my appearance was truly deplorable. For Periel Kalos, who had never neglected his grooming,

this was astonishing.

He rose from his seat and donned his robe.

With the hood drawn over his head, Periel Kalos staggered out of the tent. The Subjugation Force had just returned, and groans of pain echoed from every direction.

One corner was piled high with the corpses of Magical Beasts.

‘…But what is that Magical Beast?’

Watching Goreden drag an enormous Magical Beast with a single hand and move it to the side,

Periel Kalos stifled a hollow laugh.

‘Barbaric….’

Periel Kalos hastily banished the thought from his mind.

Yet no matter how hard I tried not to think them barbaric, it was impossible. If they weren’t barbarians, then who on earth could be called barbaric?

“Duke Periel Kalos.”

“Knight Goreden.”

Goreden, drenched in blood, adjusted his robe

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I recognized Periel Kalos among them and offered a greeting. Millaiyen was nowhere to be seen in the Subjugation Force.

“Where is Millaiyen?”

“We parted ways briefly near the Lakeside. I expect he’ll arrive shortly.”

“I see, understood. You’ve only just returned and must be exhausted, but I’d appreciate it if you could line up the corpses in one place. I need to rest and then conduct an autopsy.”

“Understood.”

Goreden nodded obediently at Periel Kalos’s command. Periel Kalos moved to wash away the grime that clung to him.

His gaze grew distant and heavy.

“….”

Some semblance of hope had begun to emerge. Yet the problem was that I couldn’t tell whether it was genuine hope or merely despair masquerading as such.

I hadn’t slept properly in days, and my mind felt thick with fog.

Your head was in a daze.

‘I’ll think about it later.’

No answer would come from pondering alone right now.

“What’s with that expression?”

“You’re picking a fight the moment I return….”

I lifted my head to respond to the familiar voice, but my body froze as a massive shadow fell across my vision.

I regarded Millaiyen with a grave and serious expression, water dripping steadily from his hair.

“I ask this with genuine curiosity—what exactly do you sustain yourself on?”

“Magical Beast meat. Why, want some?”

“…Eat well yourself.”

Millaiyen Pestellio shrugged his shoulders.

Watching his refreshingly carefree demeanor, Periel Kalos swallowed back a hollow laugh.

“Your appearance is quite presentable.”

While the others were covered in dust and blood, the man before him bore not a single scratch—

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Not a speck of dirt on it. It was clear that he alone had slipped away and washed it on the way back. Of course, there was no need to think about the reason.

“Yes, you’re becoming more human by the day. I imagine she would be surprised.”

“….”

Millaiyen Pestellio’s brow furrowed. Periel Kalos averted his gaze first, turning his steps toward the Valley near the Encampment.

Or rather, he had tried to. Having turned his body,

Periel Kalos furrowed his brow and looked back at him.

“I’ve discovered something about Haron’s purpose.”

“Truly?”

“I think we might be able to save Carina Leopold.”

Millaiyen Pestellio’s eyes widened. His expression brightened considerably as he placed a hand on Periel Kalos’s shoulder.

“Is it true?”

Having seen only his venomous expression until now, after so long,

Periel Kalos wore a bitter smile at the sight of his close friend’s countenance.

“…But the probability is extremely low. And I’m uncertain whether Carina Leopold would even want it, and above all, if my theory is correct, the prerequisites are quite demanding.”

“A precondition?”

“And…”

Periel Kalos’s lips parted slightly. Between those trembling lips, no words escaped. He seemed frustrated and washed his face with his dry hands again.

“No. I’ll tell you once I’m certain about this.”

“…Don’t deceive me this time.”

“If I’m deceived twice, I won’t have any face left.”

He waved his hand and turned away.

Watching Periel Kalos’s retreating figure with an exhausted expression, Millaiyen Pestellio also turned to leave.

Something felt unsettling about it all.

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‘It should be good news.’

Yet Periel Kalos’s expression wasn’t particularly bright. If the treatment success rate was low, there had to be means to increase it. Millaiyen Pestellio led the Magical Beast forward slowly.

“I don’t understand.”

Millaiyen Pestellio’s pace quickened as he shook his head.

The Magical Beast Subjugation had continued for two long months.

The number of Haron collected during that time had already filled more than one tent, and it had become difficult to spot Magical Beasts no matter where they wandered in the Forbidden Forest.

Only one thing remained troublesome—the Herta pack still plagued them. Those creatures that had even appeared at the Encampment and launched several surprise attacks

had grown increasingly ferocious as winter drew to a close.

Especially their leader, Herta. That massive creature relentlessly pursued Millaiyen Pestellio.

It never ceased hunting him, obsessed with his death.

And Carina Leopold’s condition deteriorated with each passing day. Excruciating pain and a maddening obsession with art began to consume her, bit by bit.

Even with Haron by her side, it only

grew worse.

If anyone tried to forcibly restrain her from pursuing art, she would throw violent tantrums—eventually reaching the point of self-harm.

It was as though she would willingly immolate her own body in the flames of art.

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