Limited Extra Time - Chapter 130

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Blood seeped profusely, soaking the crimson carpet as several servants carefully held Millaiyen’s limp form.

Goreden’s side was also torn open, blood trickling steadily from the wound.

But Millaiyen’s injuries were far more severe.

Something had pierced clean through his abdomen—his entrails were visible. Someone had hastily torn cloth to staunch the bleeding, but given the wound’s magnitude, it seemed to have little effect.

“…Mil, laiyen…?”

At the thin voice from behind, Periel’s head snapped around.

But before he could shield her eyes, she had already witnessed the entire scene.

“Millaiyen.”

“….”

The man with closed eyes did not respond.

Carina placed a hand over her chest as if to steady her ragged breathing. Her eyes clouded over in an instant.

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No answer came.

She could not bring herself to push through the bustling servants, instead gripping her trembling hands together.

With fists clenched, she stared down at the spot where Millaiyen had been lying moments before.

The crimson carpet beneath had deepened to an even darker shade. The sheer size of the stain made her heart plummet.

Goreden stood to one side in an unsteady posture, his head bowed.

Carina gazed quietly at Millaiyen through the gap between the servants.

“Periel… Is this… happening right now… or is this… a dream?”

“Carina, perhaps you should return to your room for now…”

“Periel! Periel can…. You can heal him, can’t you? A miracle…, with that flute… You said Periel’s miracle is the power of healing!”

Carina clutched desperately at Periel’s sleeve, her words tumbling out in disarray. Though her speech was fragmented, the meaning was unmistakable.

Upon hearing her plea, Periel’s expression darkened with dismay. He clenched his lower lip tightly, his fists curling inward. Carina’s face had gone ashen, and she gripped his sleeve even harder.

“Periel…?”

“I’m sorry, Carina.”

Periel rolled up his sleeve and flipped his hand over, palm downward.

Several needle marks lined the veins at his wrist.

“…I conducted an experiment on myself. I injected Haron extract, and because of it, I cannot use my miracle at the moment.”

“Ah….”

Carina’s grip on Periel’s sleeve loosened, her hand falling away.

Watching her hand drop, Periel bit his lip hard. Of all the wretched timing—

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this.

…I had anticipated it would return within a week.

In truth, I had planned to conduct the experiment on the day Carina visited the Underground Laboratory. It was to test how long Haron’s effects would persist.

I couldn’t proceed that day because Carina discovered me, so I ended up conducting the experiment the following day.

‘I still have three days before my abilities return.’

Of course, these were merely estimates, so there could be some margin of error, but for now, I could not use my miracle. Carina remained silent, her head bowed.

There might be some margin of error with the door, but at least for now, she couldn’t perform a miracle. Carina Leopold remained silent with her head bowed.

Periel reached out his hand carefully.

“My apologies, Miss.”

At the sound of his voice before his hand could touch her, Carina’s head lifted. Periel quickly withdrew his hand.

Goreden’s heavy voice was weary and lacked strength. His breathing was unstable, and one of his legs twitched sporadically.

I was getting up.

Carina clenched her fists tightly.

“No. First… Lord… Lord Goreden needs treatment…”

Her words trembled as she spoke haltingly.

Carina pressed the heat welling up in her eyes down with the back of her hand as she spoke. She was curious about the situation, but she wasn’t so selfish as to interrogate the injured. Or rather, she still possessed enough reason to appear otherwise.

No, at least there was still one thread of reason left to make it seem that way.

Despite her words, Goreden opened his mouth quietly.

“While the leader Herta was away, I killed a Magical Beast that had entered hibernation and consumed the Haron from it.”

“…Haron?”

“The exact number is unclear, but I believe it exceeded several hundred. Due to the excessive consumption of Haron, Herta’s appearance changed from before, and her power reached a level that humans could not contend with.

That.

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“that’s all.”

Periel Kalos’s brow furrowed at Goreden’s explanation.

You overdosed on Haron?

I hadn’t thought that far. I assumed Haron was the source of life, but… does it have some other function?

“I understand. You’ve worked hard regardless.”

“…Haron.”

I murmured the name softly, pressing my palms against my eyes.

‘All of this for Haron alone. What does that even mean.’

What was I thinking, sacrificing my own body and returning like this? If it had been dangerous, I could have simply fled.

Hertha was there, and Millaiyen, Goreden—they were all strong. There was no reason they couldn’t have managed something of that scale.

“Beyond that, Hertha’s Army was so numerous that I was caught off guard in a moment of carelessness. I apologize. It is my failure for not protecting him.”

“…You simply returned….”

I clenched my teeth and bowed my head deeply.

It would have been enough to simply return. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to say those words aloud.

Because it was for my sake. I couldn’t utter words that would negate their efforts.

But Haron should never have been there.

I… drove him toward death.

I thrust him into terrible agony.

“I’ll bring medicine…. I have some sketches I drew for emergencies like this.”

“Carina! I’m sorry.”

“…No, it was for my sake. I’m fine, so please look after Millaiyen, Periel.”

Periel fell silent, watching me speak with a clouded expression.

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My words claimed I was fine, but my expression betrayed nothing of the sort. I looked as though I might collapse and crumble at any moment.

It wasn’t difficult to discern whom she was blaming at this very moment. Periel simply nodded toward Carina as she receded into the distance.

He watched her climb the staircase before shifting his gaze toward Goreden.

“You should head to the Reception Room for treatment as well. I’ll be there shortly.”

“I’m fine, sir.”

“I don’t care to repeat myself.”

“…Understood.”

Goreden answered quietly to Periel’s tone.

He limped away toward the Reception Room. Periel headed toward the room where Millaiyen was.

In the room he entered were two servants, Peng, and Winston, who was urgently examining and treating Millaiyen’s wounds. Winston glanced up at him.

“How is he?”

“The wounds are severe, but the blood loss is critical. It appears he used a potion he had with him, but… the injuries are too grave for it to be effective.”

Periel wiped his face in frustration.

Millaiyen lay as though dead, so devoid of sensation that he showed no reaction even to the pain of having his wounds examined.

“At least the potion managed to slow the bleeding somewhat.”

“Carina said she would bring more potions.”

“I intend to suture the wounds first. Fortunately, there’s no major internal damage. However, he’s lost so much blood that…”

Periel nodded at Winston’s trailing words. At least the bleeding had stopped—a small mercy in this misfortune.

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It was lucky.

Periel Kalos gripped my arm tightly with his other hand.

“…I apologize. I should have treated him immediately.”

“It’s fine. I’ll save him.”

Winston answered calmly, as if to soothe Periel, who bowed his head.

Despite his hands and clothes being drenched in blood, he appeared utterly unmoved. It struck me as truly remarkable.

“…You’re extraordinary for a physician.”

Periel murmured softly.

A person capable of remaining composed before another’s death was nothing short of miraculous to him. At least, it seemed that way.

Winston withdrew a needle from his medical kit, heated it over flame, then cooled it before carefully beginning to suture Millaiyen’s wounds.

Watching Millaiyen, who lay perfectly still, Periel swallowed a sigh.

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Carina ascended to the studio rather than her room, approaching the studio desk.

Kneeling, she opened the lowest drawer. From within the expansive drawer, brimming with potions, she carefully withdrew them one by one and set them upon the floor.

“…He should recover quickly.”

I wanted to bring them to him quickly and make him well.

I longed for him to soon light those crimson eyes and press his lips to mine.

My fingertips trembled. Carina clenched her teeth and placed the potions into a basket, cradling it against her chest.

“If he recovers…”

If he recovers, he will return to the Forbidden Forest. He will go to the forest and overexert himself for me once more. No matter how much I tell him it’s fine, he won’t listen.

She clutched the basket brimming with potions tightly to herself.

“…I hate this.”

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Enough. I would rather surrender my life than live if it demands Millaiyen’s sacrifice.

Periel was the same. No matter how much I pleaded with him not to, he ultimately injected some unknown substance into his own body.

Neither Millaiyen nor Periel knew how to cherish themselves. That was… undoubtedly because they had not abandoned hope.

If there had been no thought that the leader Hertha might possess a high-grade

Haron, they would never have attempted such recklessness in the first place.

Carina’s face gradually sank like ripening grain. When Millaiyen awakened, he must not sacrifice himself for me any longer.

She lifted her head sharply and hastily departed from the Studio.

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