Surviving as a Terminally Ill Heiress - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54

That’s right. That woman’s identity—she was a Wanted Criminal.
And a Wanted Criminal who was a mage, no less.
With that face combined with the fact she was a mage, her portrait had been splashed across every broadside.
The boy then fixed me with an intense stare.
“How did you know that? The Wanted Notice has only been circulated within the Estate so far.”
Oops.
I spoke carelessly.
“Well, you were going on about searching everywhere so fiercely, so I just figured she must be a Wanted Criminal.”
“That’s suspicious.”
What can I do. Let it go.
I cut off my inner monologue abruptly.
A bead of cold sweat rolled down the back of my neck, but my expression remained unchanged.
Instead, I hastily changed the subject.
“Anyway, if you came to find her, take her away quickly.”
“Well, I should, but……”
He trailed off.
Then he suddenly looked at me and smiled slowly, that familiar smirk spreading across his face.
Even now, having built some resistance to that expression, I felt the impact keenly.
“Meow!”
It happened in an instant.
The moment Shasha’s sharp cry faded into the distance.
“What the—”
I was flying through the air.

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Zadkiel laughed again at Ravigne’s dumbfounded face.
He was aware that his laughter had become unhinged.
He liked it.
The nightgown the servants had dressed Ravigne in fluttered in the wind.
The ground was far below, and her white feet dangled into empty air.
A canopy of stars stretched overhead like a curtain.
He had created that view himself.
He held her tightly, her rigid frame tense and unyielding as a log.
“Relax.”
“W-what are you doing……!”
Ravigne, belatedly coming to her senses, thrashed about.
“You’ll fall.”
At Zadkiel’s matter-of-fact murmur, she went still at once.
Of course, with her negligible strength, no amount of resistance would make Zadkiel drop her.
‘Didn’t I push her into the air before, to teach her to fly?’
So I did that, but why isn’t she grateful?
Zadkiel was puzzled. It was hard to understand.
Though to be fair, humans had always been difficult for him to understand.
Still, soon enough Ravigne, slung over his arm like a piece of luggage, looked down at the ground with her mouth hanging open.
She didn’t seem to hate it entirely.
It was like holding a red-eyed rabbit by its ears and lifting it carelessly into the air.
Not that he’d ever willingly grasp a filthy creature in his hands.
The night breeze was refreshing.
In truth, Zadkiel rarely felt hot or cold.
Still, he disliked heat more because it felt clammy. Of course, he also disliked the cold.
His preferences had always been that way. Excluding his family, everything divided neatly into things he disliked and things he disliked even more.
In that sense, the small woman now dangling at his side was, so to speak, the less disliked category.
At first, the way she bristled and complained had been amusing, if irritating.
It had been a close call between killing her and letting her live—barely on the side of letting her live.
Of course, given what Ravigne had done to him, the fact that he’d made that decision at all was nothing short of a miracle.
Even Percy, his tiresome attendant, acknowledged as much.
‘Because it’s funny.’
Right. It was funny.
Zadkiel liked funny things.
Most people who saw him either grew angry, sorrowful, or afraid.
There was no one else who made him laugh quite like this.
So he shouldn’t kill her—not for a while, at least.
He tired easily of things, and if he grew bored with this too, who knew what might happen.
But for now, he wanted to keep her at his side and watch her prance about.
All of Zadkiel’s decisions were fundamentally impulsive and destructive.
No matter how much affection and good upbringing he’d received, this might be his innate limit.
“Ah, you’re wobbling!”
Ravigne, fearlessly, grabbed his jacket hem.
Zadkiel only laughed quietly in response.
Even her petulant irritation seemed amusing; he wouldn’t tire of her easily.
Whoosh!
He descended without warning.
Ravigne gasped like a frightened mouse and gripped his jacket hem even tighter, her small fists bunching the fabric.
Had anyone else laid hands on his clothes, they would have been incinerated along with the garment.
This impertinent rabbit simply didn’t understand gratitude.
“Say something before we land.”
And now she was complaining.
Zadkiel, in his generous mood, was about to set her down when he stopped short.
White feet. Bare feet.
Somehow it bothered him.
Snap!
With a flick of his fingers, Indoor Slippers appeared on Ravigne’s feet.
They were white and downy. Like a rabbit, naturally.
Only then did he set her down with satisfaction.
Ravigne seemed curious about these too, gazing down at them intently and tapping the ground experimentally with her feet.
And the moment two figures suddenly appeared before them, Sky—with hair as white as fresh snow—jumped in alarm.
“Sky.”
“Ahhhhh……!”
At Zadkiel’s call, he nearly collapsed.
Ravigne looked at him with a touch of curiosity.
His cry of surprise was huskier than she’d expected. She’d thought him much more delicate.
Up close, his frame and build were hardly diminutive.
That androgynous quality was actually rather charming.
‘But wasn’t he terrified……?’
One would think a demon itself had arrived.
Though if he was a Wanted Criminal, he must have committed some offense.
Just then, Zadkiel leaned forward, shadowing Ravigne’s face with his own.
“Why are you staring so intently?”
Suddenly picking a fight.
Ravigne’s brows furrowed.
He whisked her away through the air without so much as a warning, and now he was upset because she glanced at someone?
His temperament was atrocious. Genuinely abysmal.
“He’s pretty.”
“As opposed to me?”
Well, when he puts it like that, she has no comeback.
Ravigne simply closed her mouth.
Zadkiel, now appearing displeased for some reason, fixed Sky with a fierce glare.
“Listen here. You’re going to cooperate willingly.”
“I’ll leave at once, sir!”
Sky dropped to his knees immediately.
If he was going to do that, why become a Wanted Criminal in the first place?
Ravigne felt as though she’d witnessed the most anticlimactic capture scene imaginable.
But had the one coming to arrest him been anyone other than Zadkiel, Sky would have found some way to escape, and now he wept inwardly.
“What’s with that getup?”
“It’s a disguise, sir…… I was trying my best not to be caught……”
Zadkiel clicked his tongue as if contemptuous.
With nothing left to say, Sky traced a strange pattern on the ground, his fingers trembling slightly.
The moment Ravigne wondered if that was a Magic Circle, light shimmered and flickered—and Sky’s clothing transformed.
What emerged was a neat and tidy……
‘Man?’
Ravigne’s eyes widened.
The outward appearance remained the same, but the attire was unmistakably masculine.
He—for it was now unmistakably ‘he’—buried his face in his delicate hands.
“Ugh, I endured the disgusting men pawing at me, and now I’m back to being a slave in the Estate……”
Sky vented his frustration.
Ravigne blinked several times.
One way or another, Pandium seemed to be no ordinary place.
Then Zadkiel suddenly stared intently at Sky’s snow-white hair.
“Was this your natural color?”
“No, sir…… Though I doubt you’d remember, even having seen me for months……”
Sky’s expression showed no expectation of being remembered.
After all, Zadkiel had only learned his face and name just before he’d fled months ago.
Whether or not the subordinate he’d worked like a slave these past months felt wounded was irrelevant; Zadkiel’s curiosity took precedence, and he pressed on.
“Then why haven’t you changed it back?”
“Because I didn’t use Magic. If I’d cast spells here, I’d have been tracked immediately. This was just Decolorizing Agent to strip the color……”
“What?”
Ravigne, who had been listening quietly, interjected.
It was something she simply couldn’t let pass without comment.
“You used Decolorizing Agent on your hair? That transparent, sticky stuff?”
Sky nodded awkwardly.
“Y-yes, that’s correct, but……”
“My goodness!”
Ravigne covered her mouth with her hand.
Compassion swiftly filled those docile eyes. It was pain she understood all too well.
“Are you alright? It must have hurt terribly.”
“It…… did hurt. But it was better than the mental anguish of the Estate……”
What on earth had life been like in Pandium?
To pour something on your head that stung at the slightest touch, and consider it an improvement?
Ravigne was regarding Sky with deep compassion when, once more, Zadkiel’s face suddenly materialized like a barrier between them.
“What does it matter to you whether it hurt or not?”
“What? I can still care about someone even if it doesn’t concern me directly.”
“Then why do such pointless things?”
It really seemed like no one in Pandium had any sense.

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