The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 194

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Thwack—

“What are you doing!”

Clang—

The sword fell.

Eivor, who had deflected the sword’s direction with magic, wore an expression filled with anger and bewilderment.

His usually gentle, curved eyes were now glaring fiercely, making him quite terrifying, but unfortunately for Eivor, I was immune to scary faces.

I answered quietly.

“You told me to answer. If you’re curious, try watching directly to see what my next ‘fear of death’ will be like.”

The best way to deal with provocation is bluffing.

I did this knowing that Eivor couldn’t just let me die anyway.

Eivor doesn’t know what will happen to the world after my life ends, or whether I might have a next life and the possibility of stopping him from the beginning.

Of course, I don’t know either. But those with much to lose are bound to be defeated.

‘The one with much to lose isn’t me, but him—someone who wants to become a god.’

“Ha, I said determination and boldness were good, but this is…”

But what was truly strange was.

“What is this? I got scratched a little.”

Just moments ago, he seemed desperate to kill me but was suppressing it with minimal reason, yet now Eivor appeared to genuinely worry about my wound.

Is this his way of treating someone who has ‘uses’?

Or is it still an extension of his claim that he’s not a bad person?

Or could it even be a sense of kinship?

As I watched his behavior that was far beyond my common sense with bewilderment, Eivor, who had let out a deep sigh, had already returned to the face I first encountered.

“I wish we had time for a longer conversation… but that would be difficult.”

Brushing back his hair that resembled the light of fresh greenery, he spoke in his usual gentle tone.

“I’m sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, then obediently put on handcuffs and get captured.”

“That would also be difficult… Haha. Well then, I’ll be going.”

Eivor, who had gotten up, tore through the air.

‘Throwing a sword wouldn’t even reach him.’

I couldn’t just let him go like this.

But there was no way I could subdue Eivor by force.

As I was secretly trying to see if I could perhaps blast sacred power to subdue him like Crescens did, his voice reached my ears.

“So. We’ll see each other again?”

Thud.

The air closed with frustratingly simple ease, and at the same time, Tesagh’s body moved.

“Are you alri…”

I had been watching Eivor disappear until the end and tried to support Tesagh.

However, I was a bit flustered when he embraced me without even catching his breath.

“…Why did you do that.”

Tesagh’s voice trembled.

“You should have run away. How could you know how that dangerous person would react.”

“Your Grace.”

“Something could have gone wrong. He could have hurt you. If something happened to you, I would…”

Tesagh’s body temperature was hot as he held me tightly without giving me room to breathe.

I relaxed my body.

“How could I run away leaving Your Grace behind.”

And I also raised my hands to embrace Tesagh.

“You did the same at Delphia Manor. I told you not to come, that it was dangerous, but Your Grace came to save me just the same.”

“That time and now are…”

“Different situations. They’re different, but.”

Then and now, Tesagh’s heart must have been hell as he watched all situations with his hands and feet bound.

“If a similar situation happens again next time, Your Grace will come to save me.”

Even while tormented by guilt.

Even if he suffers from powerlessness he’s encountering for the first time in his entire life.

Even if it would only be a meaningless act, he would come to me.

“If a similar situation happens again next time, I will also go to save Your Grace.”

I was truly, genuinely satisfied with that.

That was my gratitude to the person who stayed by my side during my second ‘fear of death’ and waited for my return.

“If I go to save Your Grace and trip over a stone and faint, would you blame me? Of course not…”

As I was joking around, Tesagh pulled back and gazed at me.

Eyes filled entirely with only me slowly drew closer again, and this time gently touched.

Tesagh, who had kissed my forehead, softly embraced me.

“I’m sorry. You must have been the most surprised and flustered.”

Tesagh’s voice reached directly to my ear.

“I’m sorry for speaking as if you had other choices, for giving you a reason to possibly dwell on past events again. I know that your judgment in that situation was the best decision.”

It sounded somewhat businesslike at first glance.

But I found this clear apology pleasant to hear.

“But still… don’t do this next time. Watching over you felt like an eternity. It felt like my heart was being cut out.”

The tender and honest wish added at the end was the same.

“If Your Grace also promises not to do such things.”

“…”

“You could just brush it off and make a false promise.”

“I don’t want to lie to you.”

“…”

“Yes, Elisha, I know what you’re thinking. You’ve done it a lot before, right? The same words are probably floating around in your head.”

“I wasn’t thinking that though?”

“You were. It probably crossed your mind for about a second.”

“Puhaha…”

As he said, though I was pretending to be calm, I was indeed surprised and flustered.

Perhaps it was natural. How could I not be surprised to see Eivor the moment I opened my eyes?

So I did what was most familiar to me. Figuring out the visitor’s ‘intention.’

‘Thanks to the ‘fear of death’ I just experienced, I was able to face him fearlessly.’

What could be frightening to me who had just glimpsed death?

Still, being held in Tesagh’s arms, my heartbeat had quietly calmed down.

Body temperature had the effect of awakening a sense of reality. I finally felt like I had returned.

“Right, anyway the result was good. Neither of us got hurt.”

“You got hurt.”

“Compared to when Your Grace used to return covered in blood, this counts as not being hurt, doesn’t it? You’re a pragmatist, results are what matter.”

“I also consider the process important, and pragmatist isn’t a word to use in that context…”

Seeing Tesagh look at me with his usual ‘what kind of nonsense is this’ expression, my body temperature seemed to have an effect on him too.

Tesagh insisted on putting a large bandage on my neck wound that was merely a slight scratch.

Meanwhile, he firmly declined my treatment even though his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were all torn up.

“Did you dislike my bandaging skills that much?”

Though I had the energy to joke around, there were other urgent matters, so I decided to set it aside for now.

“First, we need to increase the border forces at Mount Cartan. That’s Eivor’s next target. There’s also a high possibility that His Majesty the Emperor is there.”

“Understood.”

“And…”

Tesagh, who never questioned my continuous stream of words, asked about only one thing.

“You said Eivor is repeating his life.”

“Yes, I don’t know how many times this is, but I’m certain. And every time, in every lifetime, he seems to be attempting to steal divine-grade sacred objects. When he fails, he tries different methods.”

“Then…”

Deep shadows settled in Tesagh’s eyes as he looked at me.

But it was only momentary. Tesagh changed his words and sent a telegram in a direction that the aide and Border Guard could understand.

I felt like I knew what Tesagh couldn’t bring himself to say.

‘Then what about you?’

Which life are you living?

“Then get some rest.”

Tesagh, who had been sending telegrams for a while, finished up and stood.

“If you’re anxious… no, let me correct that. I think I’d feel more at ease, so let’s go to the safe house together.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need to rest.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to open the pawnshop after something like this happened?”

“Yesterday was already an unintended day off, so I need to open today. I have a feeling a very important customer will come.”

“There are always customers here and you consider every customer important, so that’s not a premonition but the result of reasoning. If that’s the case, let me provide another reason for an unintended day off today.”

“Pardon…?”

That was somehow a spine-chilling statement. I was wondering what kind of reason he was planning to provide.

Ding—

A customer came, just as I said.

And Tesagh was right too.

“Good day.”

The reason for an unintended day off had arrived.

“Count Airen?”

Ailren looked at Tesagh, then at me in turn.

Though he usually had an expressionless face, he would often show me his expressions, but today was vastly different.

Ailren wore a confused expression. That Ailren.

“What brings you here?”

“…It’s good news. We found Eivor’s stronghold.”

“Oh, um, I see. But, Count Airen…”

I was about to say that I had met Eivor 30 minutes ago.

“And.”

Ailren’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“His head has arrived.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard with my own ears.

“…What?”

“I repeat. The head of the criminal Eivor has just arrived at the Imperial Palace.”

The head of Eivor, whom I met 30 minutes ago, had arrived at the Imperial Palace.

Eivor was dead.

“Please… witness the confirmation process.”

I stared blankly up at Ailren’s blue eyes squeezing tightly shut.

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