The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 191

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“Qu-quickly answer.”

“Hmm? Why, what did they say?”

“They’re asking who it is! Quickly answer that it’s nothing, okay?”

The very thing I had used to obtain The Forest of Cologne from Hugo.

It was a magical item that made anyone who smelled its fragrance vividly recall the worst memory of their life.

If I used this spray on Hugo right now, he would probably remember the day he was dragged away from the Imperial Palace with Rosaline, right?

Anyway, I got a hint from that incident.

‘If I use this spray, I’ll surely vividly recall the moment when I encountered Grandfather’s death and was dying myself.’

In other words.

‘I can see Eivor’s wanted poster again, which I glimpsed at the moment of death!’

I would be able to know how Eivor’s movements would unfold in the future!

“Good, this spot should be fine. Let me lay out some blankets…”

After locking the pawnshop door, I set up the environment in the attic.

As I laid out blankets and pillows, Tesagh approached after moving all the hard furniture far away.

“That spray seems like it would be perfect to use on the vicious criminals in the Duke’s prison.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! Since they’ve torn apart other people’s hearts, they should have their own hearts torn apart too. People like that need to experience some pain.”

That’s actually a decent idea?

It would also open up a new market for Emma’s magical items.

As I nodded seriously while organizing the floor, Tesagh’s voice reached my ears.

“In other words, there’s no reason for someone who isn’t a criminal to suffer such pain.”

Tesagh’s expression was troubled as he sat down beside me.

“Especially not again.”

I couldn’t readily tell anyone other than Tesagh that I was living a second life.

So I needed a way to explain it appropriately. I told him that I sometimes had prophetic dreams and was trying to look into those hazy nightmare memories.

But for Tesagh, it didn’t seem to matter whether it was a dream or real memory.

“I understand what you’re saying. To catch a clue about Eivor, we have to bet on even such uncertain things. I sympathize with that to some extent.”

Seeing him make such a worried face.

“But the fact that it’s you who’s throwing yourself into this. The fact that you’re diving directly into the worst memory of your entire life – that bothers me.”

As I quietly looked up at him, I noticed that Tesagh’s eyes were faintly trembling.

Of course I had worried about it too. I thought and thought again about whether there might be another way.

Judging from Hugo’s reaction, it seemed to be quite a vivid experience, so I was also afraid there might be aftereffects.

But even knowing there was no other way, meeting Tesagh’s eyes as he thought of me first, I seemed to understand.

“It’s okay.”

“…Elisha.”

“Of course I’m a bit scared too, haha. Actually, the reason I fear my nightmares isn’t the nightmares themselves… it was the loneliness of being left alone.”

Grandfather’s death was sad. My death was unjust.

But the emotion that remained until the very end when life was ending was ultimately alienation and solitude.

The most primitive loneliness brought on by the fact that I had to close my eyes alone and desolately in this land where no one knew me.

Perhaps seeking a god I didn’t even believe in was also because of that.

Because I wanted someone to stay by my side. Whether it was a contemplative god or a god who enjoyed my misfortune.

“But it’s different now. Duke will stay by my side.”

Because the past is just the past.

Because I have changed many things and will be able to continue changing them.

While memories may torment me, they cannot prevent me from moving forward.

I know that fact now.

“The path is within you.”

“So, it’s okay.”

Tesagh’s eyes were filled with me.

After gazing at me for a while, Tesagh slowly nodded.

“…Yes. You’re right.”

Smiling slightly, I explained the spray’s mechanism of action to Tesagh in detail.

“Even with the undiluted spray, it will be purified because of my holy power. But if there’s even the slightest chance I can’t regain consciousness, please pour this holy water into my mouth.”

“Pour it in?”

“Yes. Just in case, I’ve prepared a funnel too, here.”

“…You really…”

Tesagh’s expression, which had been changing throughout the explanation, hardened at my next request.

“And this has to be the end with just this once. There might not be another opportunity.”

The mage from the Magic Tower said my holy power would grow stronger over time.

In other words, next time even the concentrated solution might not work at all.

“So no matter how much I seem to be suffering, you mustn’t pull me out of the memory until I say ‘I found it.’ You understand, right?”

Tesagh gave his answer after a long pause.

“I’ll try my best.”

After closing the attic door and spraying all the spray I had bought, I felt like I was trapped in some fragrant cloud.

I glanced at Tesagh while sneezing, and it seemed his magic immunity meant he wasn’t affected after all.

‘That’s also why I asked Tesagh to watch over me.’

After drinking the snowmint root extract that would temporarily weaken my holy power, I lay down under Grandfather’s dried flowers.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Hah.”

Pressure and discomfort crept in slowly like the tide from a distant sea.

And then.

“Ugh…!”

In an instant, it swallowed me whole.

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“Huu…”

Tesagh, who had squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lips and forced himself to open them.

He had to watch. He had to keep watch. That was courtesy to Elisha who had risked danger.

However, the sight of Elisha curled up in her already thin and small body, groaning, was absolutely…

“Ah, ugh.”

Her face was pale. Elisha’s body occasionally jerked as if being hit by someone, and even her fingertips were white.

Even while repeating Elisha’s request, Tesagh found it difficult to shake off the thought that he wanted to make her drink the holy water right away.

Despite persistence and patience being his forte.

It was when strength entered his hand gripping the holy water bottle.

“It’s okay, ugh, I can do it…”

Watching Elisha comfort herself, Tesagh felt both awe and helplessness simultaneously.

Though he had never been particularly pleased with his magic immunity, today that ability felt like nothing but a curse.

Not only could he not step into her ‘nightmare’ with her, he couldn’t accompany Elisha when she went to the nursing home either. Because he couldn’t use magic circles.

So for Tesagh, whether the place Elisha was now was a nightmare, a memory, or somewhere else didn’t matter at all. He had no intention of prying or questioning.

Beyond what he knew, his heart simply ached piercingly at the thought that there were deeper depths in Elisha’s heart.

Tesagh, who had been thinking that his worst memory would probably be today rather than the day he lost Rugenote, soon shook his head.

‘Having such thoughts is nothing but self-pity.’

Above all, Elisha wouldn’t want that.

Because she was the person who said it was scary and frightening but she could overcome it.

Then what he should do was.

“Yes, Elisha. You’ll be able to do it.”

Wait for her.

Tesagh prayed.

He did not pray to a god. He prayed to Elisha.

Not because she was a saint. He was praying to the strong vanguard who had ventured alone into the frozen north of her worst memories.

That Elisha would find her path.

And that she would return safely to him, standing there as if nailed in place.

“Ah.”

That was when it happened.

With a faint voice, Elisha’s vacant eyes came into focus, and her gaze became clear as if stars had been embedded in them.

She had found it. Finally!

“This is… ah?”

Elisha, who had been frozen for a moment at whatever she had seen, finally managed to utter words at the end of a long breath.

“I found… it.”

Then she collapsed as if all her strength had left her. Tesagh hurriedly caught Elisha in his arms and called to her.

“Elisha, Elisha?”

He stroked her cheek, but Elisha did not open her eyes.

His heart sank with a thud. Tesagh tried to tilt the bottle of holy water but realized his hands were trembling terribly.

At this rate, he would spill it all before he could even pour it into Elisha’s mouth.

He did not hesitate.

Tesagh took the holy water into his mouth and leaned down.

“…”

That moment felt like eternity.

The warmth felt from their touching lips heated his cold lungs.

Slowly, very slowly pulling back, Tesagh saw a faint color return to Elisha’s pale cheeks.

“…Hah.”

After watching Elisha for a long while, Tesagh sat back and rubbed his face with dry hands.

The fierce, almost rough sound of his heartbeat in his ears must surely be from relief.

It had to be. If not…

“Hello there.”

It would be a familiar precursor to his sixth sense.

Upon hearing the voice, Tesagh drew the sword from his harness and froze.

Literally, he froze.

“It’s been a while since we’ve met like this, hasn’t it?”

At the same time, Tesagh’s arms began to move stiffly left and right like a wooden puppet, against his will.

As if greeting someone.

The man who had appeared by tearing through the air couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Ah, you’re even greeting me. How merciful of you.”

Eivor, who had been steadily gazing at Tesagh’s eyes seething with murderous intent, turned toward.

“But the person I want to meet is someone else… Excuse me.”

Elisha.

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