Limited Extra Time - Chapter 166

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“…I will handle matters concerning my wife and child myself. The same applies to Count Leopold. It does not seem to be a matter Your Majesty need concern yourself with.”

“I hear she is afflicted with illness. If your consort is precious to you, assign proper attendants to her care.”

“There is no need for concern. I have nothing further to say regarding this matter. If that is all, may I take my leave? Carina Leopold worries me.”

“If you were the Crown Prince, you might even know who the culprit is.”

As the conversation stretched on, Millaiyen’s expression grew increasingly rigid and taut.

Despite his businesslike demeanor, the Emperor before him proved far from accommodating.

I could sense the seasoned composure of one accustomed to dealing with subordinates with ease.

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“You mean me, Your Majesty?”

“Yes. Perhaps there was some connection. I do not doubt your loyalty, but the rumors from the Northern Territory were quite detailed. Have you heard any strange rumors yourself?”

“I know nothing. Even if I did, matters of the Northern Territory are handled within the Northern Territory itself. All refuse born in the Northern Territory is incinerated entirely within my domain.”

At Millaiyen’s words, the Emperor stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He did not suspect Millaiyen of orchestrating something from the shadows, but the Duchess whom Millaiyen treasured so dearly gave him pause.

The rumors circulating now were, surprisingly, about treatment. It was only natural that his wife, said to harbor an incurable disease, would weigh on his mind.

“I speak merely out of concern. Do not let greed cloud your judgment.”

“I would sooner sell my soul to the devil than commit such foolishness. If only I could save her…”

I could do anything. I had the confidence to procure anything in this world for her, yet even that remained impossible.

“What is all this?”

“How… repulsive.”

“A blue butterfly…?”

Millaiyen’s ears perked up at the voice cutting through the murmur of the crowd.

His expression hardened into stone.

He gave a shallow bow to the Emperor before turning on his heel.

As he strode forward, I could see her beneath the Terrace, head bowed.

The blue butterfly was nowhere to be seen, but it was unmistakably Carina Leopold. Millaiyen’s eyes widened.

“Carina Leopold! Damn it! Wait!”

She didn’t even glance his way, rushing straight toward the child and dropping to her knees to pull them into her embrace.

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At that heartbreaking sight, Millaiyen’s eyes flew wide open.

“Ugh…”

Just as he turned to leave the Banquet Hall, a low sob reached his ears.

Millaiyen’s body went rigid. The Terrace railing he gripped cracked violently beneath his grip.

“Waaaahhhhh!!”

At the child’s sorrowful wail, Millaiyen’s mind went blank.

He stopped mid-turn and fixed a withering glare on the onlookers surrounding them.

“…All of you, get out of here.”

Millaiyen planted his foot on the Terrace railing and leaped lightly, dropping down below.

Thud!

The Garden floor caved inward beneath the impact.

Even though Millaiyen had leaped from a height far greater than a typical Second Floor, his expression remained unmoved.

He rushed straight to Carina Leopold and bent down beside her as she soothed the child, who had burst into tears in alarm.

“Carina Leopold… are you alright…?”

As Millaiyen approached her side to examine her face, his expression hardened rigidly.

His face contorted with pain. Millaiyen, his fists clenched, pulled both the bewildered Carina Leopold and Seren into his embrace.

“Millaiyen, what should we do? The child won’t stop crying.”

“…It’s fine. Hush now, Seren. You must stop. Why are you crying?”

Millaiyen took the child from Carina Leopold’s arms with a tender voice.

Seren’s cries grew even louder.

“…This is troublesome.”

“…Your Holiness.”

“You…”

The Pope, who had approached, looked between Carina Leopold and Seren with a stern expression.

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Realizing that Seren’s gaze was fixed on Carina Leopold, she strode forward toward the child.

“Waaaaaah! Waaaaah!”

The child’s cries grew even louder, as if rejecting even the divine power that the child had once cherished.

Carina Leopold, flustered, hastily rose to her feet and gently stroked Seren’s head.

“…Hmm, have you come when I’m in a weakened state?”

“Ajidahaka…”

“It seems something’s amiss with your body, so I came… but my little one is crying. As a godparent, I cannot simply stand by.”

Ajidahaka strode forward and scooped Seren up into his arms.

Startled, the child’s eyes widened, and the sorrowful tears streaming down her face stopped abruptly.

Yet the tears that had already welled up continued to fall in droplets, causing Carina Leopold’s expression to twist with anguish.

“My, you were quite frightened, little one.”

“…Frightened?”

“You must have witnessed divine power devouring your heart.”

Ajidahaka extended his hand and gently tapped Carina Leopold’s head. Crimson mana seeped through her hair.

Carina Leopold’s golden eyes gradually dimmed.

Seren, who had been watching with wide eyes as those eyes transformed into blue in an otherworldly yet beautiful spectacle, finally ceased crying entirely.

Though faint hiccups still escaped, she no longer wept sorrowfully as before.

Her breathing gradually steadied.

“…You are…”

“Hmm, a messenger of the divine.”

Ajidahaka glanced at the Pope and spoke. Then he transferred Seren into Carina Leopold’s embrace.

Seren’s small, fern-like hands trembled as she gripped Carina Leopold’s garment tightly, burying her face against her chest.

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asked.

Hic, hic!

“So then, who has made my master and my goddaughter wear such expressions?”

Ajidahaka asked with a smile.

His eyes were cold, yet his voice and expression remained tender.

Carina Leopold closed her eyes briefly at his question before opening them again.

She slowly lowered her head and buried her nose against the child’s hair. The chill that had seeped into her fingertips

gradually began to regain its warmth.

“He took a portion of my power. That man who wielded divine strength… he was the Cult Leader.”

“…Hmm.”

The ground trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake.

Screams erupted from all directions as crimson mana swirled around Ajidahaka.

A whirlwind of magical power swirled.

With a fierce gust of wind, trees and grass thrashed violently. Clothing and hair were no exception.

Carina Leopold’s power had become somewhat intertwined with Ajidahaka’s.

And Ajidahaka was now capable of tracking where his own power lay scattered in fragments.

“Carina Leopold, return to Leopold Manor with Goreden.”

“…What about you?”

“The Emperor asked me to capture the Cult Leader and eradicate the roots of the Heretic Sect. I’ll handle it quickly and come back. I’m sorry I can’t stay with you.”

“…It’s fine. Just don’t get hurt.”

Carina Leopold cradled the child in one arm while gripping Millaiyen’s sleeve tightly with her other hand.

Millaiyen grasped her pale, trembling hand and warmed it with his own.

“He held a blade to Seren’s throat.”

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“…Yes. Don’t worry.”

Millaiyen slowly lowered his head and carefully pressed his lips against her neck.

His crimson eyes slowly closed and opened again.

“You and Seren will never see him again.”

“…Yes.”

“Go inside carefully.”

“Don’t be late.”

Carina Leopold answered by pressing her lips to Millaiyen’s cheek before slowly turning away.

Millaiyen watched her receding figure, cradling the child protectively in both arms, before slowly drawing his sword.

“Pope, just answer whether those I point out are the ones or not.”

“You…”

“If you don’t answer…”

Millaiyen’s blade moved at a speed invisible to the eye, coming to rest just below the throat of Kalan Dium, who stood beside the Pope.

Kalan Dium swallowed hard.

“I will sever each of your limbs one by one.”

With eyes lowered to a predatory gaze, the monster issued his command. His eyes and voice were devoid of emotion—so cold that even anger seemed absent.

It was hard to believe this was the same person who had whispered tender words of reunion mere moments before.

The Pope’s brow furrowed. He slowly turned his body.

Just as Kalan Dium opened his mouth to speak, his face flushed crimson with rage, the Pope blocked him with his arm.

“Your Holiness…!”

“Don’t touch him. You’ll really die.”

The Pope restrained Kalan Dium and sighed before following in Millaiyen’s wake.

Ajidahaka, standing motionless, perceived the location of his own alien power intertwined with Carina Leopold’s fading presence growing distant, and a bloody smile curved across his lips—

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lifting upward.

‘Why did he have to touch it?’

I was genuinely curious what audacity possessed him to act so arrogantly without knowing what lay behind me.

Ajidahaka followed behind Millaiyen with a thoroughly delighted expression.

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