My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
Yet Agnes had not given up.
She watched constantly for any chance to escape.
Above all, she was anxious not knowing what he was doing with the power she had given him.
It was certain to be nothing good.
Even in a tower where outsiders were strictly forbidden entry, meals were delivered daily and then removed.
Deliberating, Agnes left her secret with the prince encoded on a clean plate after eating.
If someone discovered that she was truly the prince’s treasure and that he had hidden her in this tower, they might come to covet her.
Agnes’s suspicion proved correct.
Days later, Kesenor appeared before her eyes.
The Magic Tower’s mage who had been managing her meals found the burden of her secret too great to bear and confessed it to the head of the Celestial’s Magic Tower, and through this revelation, Kesenor came to understand.
The prince’s power that had been oppressing him so relentlessly had its origin in her.
For this reason he had come seeking to kill her, but Kesenor found he could not.
A woman whom even the power of a grand mage could not kill.
In the face of this incomprehensible reality, Kesenor convulsed with hatred toward her as he seized her skeletal, worthless-looking wrist.
In that moment, a marking appeared on both their hands.
The instant he saw it, Kesenor changed his demeanor.
“Hello, my Bond Partner.”
At last understanding her true worth, Kesenor pressed his lips briefly against the back of the withered woman’s hand, drained of all vitality.
It was the moment when the rope that had bound her all this time transformed into a dazzling jewel.
Kesenor’s gem-like eyes, fixed on the terrified Agnes, blazed brilliantly with rapture and hatred.
From now on, it would be he, not Baltior, who possessed her.
For she would grant him the power to dominate the world.
Thanks to Kesenor, Agnes managed to escape, but her circumstances did not improve.
To Kesenor as well, she was merely a means to his end.
He confined her in the same way, exploited her power and used it recklessly, and Agnes fled from him once more.
Using her indestructible body like a tool, Agnes ran in desperation.
If she could not go anywhere in the Empire, there was only one place left for her to flee to: the Non-Human Territory.
It was there she met Silmare.
To her, worn and exhausted, Silmare became a refuge.
Unlike the two men she had met before, Silmare did not seek to possess her or use her.
The same was true of Ignitan and Rapitor, whom she met afterward.
All of them were indignant at the atrocities she had suffered and wanted to fight to protect her.
It was alongside these three men that Agnes finally awakened to her own power and harbored new hope.
At least until the prince led an army and invaded the Non-Human Territory to reclaim her.
At first, Agnes held the advantage.
It was all thanks to her power.
Through this, Agnes dreamed that she might escape the prince forever.
Returning to reality, Amy wailed silently inside, coughing blood from her heart.
‘That’s why I couldn’t trust him!’
Rapitor, who held her, drew his sword against the knights.
The prince’s dominion held no sway over the Non-Human races.
Instead, Agnes’s power flowed impartially toward those who stood with her.
Like a blessing.
So if there were none who sought to exploit her carelessly, she was as good as a goddess of victory.
So they could have won.
Amy trembled violently as she glared at Kesenor.
He sat there pathetically, his gaze fixed on Baltior and Agnes standing directly before him.
His face was hollow, as if his soul had left him.
Amy could bear it no longer and cried out.
“You promised me!”
‘So this time you have to be nice to him. You can’t hurt him, and you can’t upset him. Do you promise?’
That was exactly why she had sought him out first.
The anger was unbearable.
Kesenor was always the problem.
It was he who had driven her sister down into the abyss just when hope had been found, and it was he who had reversed the balance of the war when the prince and the Non-Human races had clashed in near-equal measure.
All of it was Kesenor.
So she had thought that if they could only draw Kesenor to their side, everything would be solved.
Before the prince, having gained Agnes’s power, wielded Kesenor recklessly—before he surrendered his entire being to despair.
If there was still any hope left in him at all, wouldn’t it work?
She wanted to believe that.
But this time too, he had been the obstacle.
Blaming herself for the wrong choice, Amy hurled her rage at Kesenor.
“If only you weren’t here, Kesenor!”
Perhaps Kesenor heard her cry.
The moment he lifted his head, the Crown Prince issued an order.
“To the Imperial Palace, Celesta.”
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‘What in the world is happening?’
Kesenor was drowning in confusion, unable to think clearly.
Had Kesenor ever been swayed like this before?
Everything had unfolded as planned from beginning to end.
He’d trusted Silmare and Ignitan’s abilities. He’d intended to help with magic if the situation grew too dangerous.
The Crown Prince had likely never imagined that Kesenor would truly stand against him.
Agnes mattered more now than the whole Celesta Territory ever could.
Wasn’t it said that possessing her would grant him power encompassing the world itself?
So he could never allow any information to reach the Crown Prince’s hands.
The Crown Prince was arrogant—if events didn’t unfold as he wished, he would be forced into a choice that would destroy himself. That much Kesenor had foreseen.
The plan was simple: wait for the moment when the Crown Prince coughed blood from overexerting his strength.
Even while dancing like Baltior’s puppet, Kesenor had been able to laugh at him in contempt.
But now, Baltior was different.
The Baltior who should have been pale and suffering after coughing blood just moments ago now seemed unnaturally vibrant with life.
As if she had drained Agnes and stolen her strength.
That realization made everything worse.
Even drowning in profound terror and confusion, Agnes still looked at him with eyes full of trust.
And he could do nothing.
A single command—’don’t move’—had left him pinned to the ground like a insect.
A crushing helplessness.
In that moment, Amy cried out.
Demanding why he didn’t keep his promise, insisting on the price for revealing her sister’s whereabouts, Kesenor could only hang his head.
‘I’m sorry, Amy.’
What had gone wrong?
Had he been careless?
Was it a lack of knowledge about her abilities?
He had never imagined he would come personally to this remote place.
Had he grown overconfident, thinking that without Baltior, Celesta could do anything?
If he could, he would tear out every drop of blood flowing through his veins.
The Golden Constraint, inherited from the Emperor’s bloodline, was bound to Celesta’s very blood.
If only it had been a magical artifact as he’d once speculated—he could have destroyed it.
When the Noose Curse activated on Rapitor’s neck, Kesenor thought he had rejoiced.
A thousand years ago, Celesta’s power had been that formidable.
But then, shouldn’t he have faced a cold truth instead of marveling?
That Celesta, possessing such power, had still submitted to the Emperor.
‘How foolish. Why didn’t I see it?’
If there was truly no escape, if he couldn’t rewrite the blood flowing through his veins entirely.
Baltior spoke again to the silent Kesenor.
To suppress him even as he resisted with all his strength, to manipulate him like a puppet exactly as she wished.
“To the Imperial Palace, Marquis Celesta.”
It was a command with weak Oppressive Force—one he could easily refuse.
And that made it all the more wretched.
Baltior was testing him.
Whether he would obey or resist.
Even though she knew full well that with Oppressive Force, there was no way to defy her.
‘Shouldn’t I do something?’
As Kesenor considered his last choice in that moment—one final bid to escape, to protect her safety at any cost.
The door of the Mansion opened.
Beyond the threshold, the sun was sinking westward, dusk gathering on the land.
Between daylight and darkness, neither holding dominion, at first only an indistinct shape appeared.
Then it stepped into the bright interior, and its form became clear.
‘Rupert.’
As if he already knew what was happening in the hall, his gaze fixed on Agnes the moment he crossed the threshold.
“Miss.”
Yet his appearance was unlike anything she had seen before.
Eyes that had been deep as a lake were darkened to black, his skin drained of color to a pallid white, and even his clothes were dark.
He stood like a corpse risen from shadow, stripped of all hue and drained into colorlessness.

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