The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

“….”

“And Rita, history is someone’s edited record of facts.”

It was the same words as the memo that remained in Ethan’s heroic tale. Gid continued speaking in a somewhat subdued tone.

“Moreover, that history book was copied directly from what Pascal had. Don’t blindly trust content he collected according to his own standards.”

“….”

“While the major context that no one can deny might match, the details are especially like that. We need to distinguish between facts and opinions in the narrative. Things like ‘they had a good relationship’ are merely the narrator’s opinion.”

“Then what’s the truth?”

“No one knows. It’s history that no longer exists. But we can speculate.”

“What kind?”

“In a situation where Lamcard collapsed and the capital was moved to the relatively uncontaminated Duirebourg, if that emperor had his head screwed on straight, he would have thoroughly managed his relationship with the empress from Duirebourg. And originally, that bastard’s original fiancée was—”

Gid, who had suddenly turned to look at her, cut off his words and touched her forehead.

“…?”

“Your fever has gotten worse.”

He clicked his tongue and lifted the cloak covering her, checking that no blood had seeped through the bandages.

“At least there won’t be any bleeding if you move now. Let’s go back to the tent, Rita. You need to rest.”

Without giving her a chance to say anything, Gid covered her with the cloak again and stood up while holding her. The movement jostled her injured area, making Rita unconsciously let out a short groan.

“Ugh.”

“Sorry.”

Gid quickly apologized and lowered his head toward her in his arms. He pressed his head against hers comfortingly and whispered softly.

“I’ll walk as carefully as possible, so just bear with it a little.”

He hurried his steps while being careful not to jostle her legs.

Rita, held in his arms and blankly watching the forest scenery rushing by, gradually felt her vision becoming hazy. She could feel her own breath growing hot. It seemed her fever was rising severely.

In her dazed mind, the events that had just occurred swirled around in confusion.

Hanna. Ethan. Crawler. Pascal’s purpose. Best rather than optimal. Worry. Realization. Touches whose meaning she couldn’t understand. Thoughts that stumbled. The Gid she knew and Gideon from history. Narrative and opinion….

It was dizzying and drowsy.

If she had been alone, she would have somehow held onto her consciousness, but with Gid beside her, she could let her guard down. He, who should have been overseeing the hunting competition, had come looking for her….

She opened her mouth in a dazed state.

“Gid.”

“Yeah.”

“You were at the watchtower… How did you find me?”

“I was on my way after receiving Oli’s signal when I met your maid. That maid said you were hurt.”

“Ah, Hanna… So that’s why you came. I told that girl… not to tell anyone else absolutely, and to go find you….”

“Me?”

“Because I hurt and wanted to see you.”

Lillieta smiled faintly and rested her head against his chest with a thud.

“I’m glad you came….”

Gideon unconsciously stopped and looked down at her. She had fallen asleep just like that, breathing out hot breaths.

“…Really driving me crazy….”

He muttered this while his neck to his earlobes turned bright red, then barely managed to start walking again.

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Ethan received Olivia’s signal while tracking the traces of the man claiming to be a Napaloar family servant.

‘Damn, of all things, a Crawler had to appear.’

It was a magical beast with terrible compatibility. Thinking that going there wouldn’t be much help, he continued tracking instead of heading to the battlefield.

‘Rita told me to investigate this bastard.’

The servant wasn’t someone with special skills or abilities. By Ethan’s standards, he was practically leaving obvious traces as he moved, so following him wasn’t difficult.

‘But where is this bastard going with the camp right in front of him?’

Unlike Hanna who had fled in the opposite direction from the central camp toward the deeper forest, the servant’s traces continued long along the forest’s edge while facing the camp.

Then at some point.

Ethan stopped walking and silently leaped up into the trees. The Oath energy in his body synchronized with the surrounding Oath energy, making his figure fade hazily.

The ghost melted into the tree branches and held his breath while looking at a spot slightly away. In the shallow forest where the central camp’s tents were faintly visible, two people were standing.

One was a man in servant’s clothing. It was definitely the bastard who had come to the Raskail tent to call out Hanna, then argued and separated in the forest.

The person facing him wore a black hood pulled deep down, hiding their face.

His Oath-enhanced hearing caught their whispered conversation.

“Tell me whose orders you were following and what you were doing. In detail.”

The hooded figure commanded in a low, cold voice. A slightly hoarse man’s voice.

“The master… while passing by the tent, saw that maid… and said she looked, looked familiar somehow… told me to lure her away separately to find out about her parents… and bring her hair… but when I touched her head, the maid resisted… when I grabbed her forcibly, she ran away… but since the purpose, purpose was achieved, I was taking the longest route possible… to return to the master….”

The servant answering hesitantly had no focus in his eyes. After listening to his words to the end, the hooded figure muttered irritably.

“The old man’s memory is unnecessarily good.”

The figure clicked their tongue and extended a hand to the servant.

“Give me the maid’s hair you brought.”

“Yes….”

The servant obediently offered what he had kept in his pocket. When the hooded figure received those few strands of hair, they spontaneously caught fire at the ends.

‘Magic without even chanting a spell….’

Hidden Ethan’s eyes narrowed. That hooded figure was an excellent mage. Moreover, their voice and build were very similar to someone.

‘Could it be?’

The mage who had completely burned Hanna’s hair waved their hand in the air and created similar reddish-brown hair. Then they handed it to the servant who was still standing with vacant eyes and commanded.

“Put this in your pocket. Then turn around, walk ten steps, and completely forget about meeting me.”

“Yes….”

The servant put the fake hair in his pocket, turned around, and began walking toward the central camp.

Ethan didn’t follow the servant further. He glared at the hooded mage with all his nerves on edge.

‘…Could I apply tracking scent?’

A tracking perfume that only specially trained people could smell and that lasted for a long period. It was made with the help of Isaiah using a formula learned from the assassin organization.

Ethan took out a glass bottle containing tracking scent from his pocket and hung it on a thread drawn out with Oath energy.

Meanwhile, the servant who had walked ten steps flinched in surprise, then scratched the back of his head and looked around in confusion. He checked what was in his pocket once and headed toward the tent with the Napaloar family crest.

The hooded figure who had watched this process from afar turned around. Ethan quickly threw the glass bottle tied to the thread.

Thud, a strange sensation was felt at his fingertips connected to the thread, and the moment the glass bottle that should have sprayed scent on the mage’s hood while crossing through the air stopped as if it had hit an invisible wall.

‘It’s a barrier!’

Ethan instinctively pulled the thread to retrieve the glass bottle, jumped down from the tree, and frantically put distance between them.

The next moment, the tree where he had been was engulfed in bright blue flames.

“….”

The hooded figure stared at the burning tree for a moment, then turned around. A glowing magic circle spread beneath their feet and their figure disappeared. It was spatial movement.

Ethan confirmed the hooded figure’s disappearance from far away, then panted and spat out curses.

“Crazy, damn….”

Even though stealth doesn’t apply to glass bottles, to notice immediately upon contact with the barrier, instantly guess the direction it was thrown from, and burn it right away?

‘What kind of speed is that….’

If his judgment had been even slightly delayed, he would have been caught in the flames or his appearance would have been discovered.

And for a mage with inferior physical abilities to react this alertly, and to cast such high-level magic as spatial movement—which even Olivia couldn’t use easily—so effortlessly without any preparation time.

Ethan let out a hollow laugh and twisted his lips.

“It really is Pascal, that bastard….”

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