The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

“Wait, Gid, according to what you’re saying, so if all of Pascal’s Children were heroes who fought monsters in the past, and if we’re the same…”

Rita swept her face with her hand and asked in a trembling voice.

“Does that mean the magical contamination started from our era, from this very time we’re living in?”

“That’s right.”

Gid wore a chilling smile.

“Soon monsters will begin to appear along with magical contamination, and we’ll become the first generation to face an unprecedented disaster. Countless blood will flow, empires and kingdoms will crumble, numerous heroes will be born, and an ashen sun will rise in skies covered with smoke from burning corpses. That’s how our homeland will transform into that desperate world.”

Rita held her breath. Seeing her pale face, he suddenly let out a laugh.

“I mean that’s how it would have been in the past, Rita.”

“…Yes, it will be different. Because we’ve returned.”

When she answered in a firm tone, he closed his mouth that had been about to say something. Then he stared at her intently. Rita, not noticing his gaze, poured out words as if entranced.

“Since we who know the ruined world and how to fight monsters have returned, such a future won’t come. No, we’ll make sure it doesn’t come, absolutely. Because we’ll prevent the disaster.”

She who had been speaking as if spilling her thoughts suddenly looked as if she had realized something.

“Gid, was this perhaps Pascal’s other purpose in creating us? That unrealistic goal that was supposedly just wishful thinking. The reason he went through the trouble and difficulty of making weapons from past heroes instead of machines or golems.”

Gid remained silent. She looked up at him with clear eyes and continued speaking.

“Making those summoned from the past ‘return’ and having them change past history. Preventing the destruction before it happens. That was Pascal’s true purpose, wasn’t it?”

“…”

“Your deaths shall become seeds of hope. That maxim also meant that if we died and returned, we would become hope to prevent destruction. Right?”

“Ah, really…”

His expression looking at her slowly melted. As if he had taken a mouthful of something sweet.

“It’s been a while since I felt this. I really… missed it.”

“What feeling?”

“The feeling of talking with you.”

While Rita was blinking, a careful knock was heard from outside the door.

Gid got up and returned not long after pushing a trolley. Then he neatly arranged soup bowls, soft bread, salad, and other items on the table in front of her.

“First, eat, Rita.”

“After hearing such shocking news, I’ve lost what little appetite I didn’t have to begin with.”

“Still, you need to eat. Should I help you?”

“How would you help?”

“Here.”

He scooped up some soup and held it out to her.

“I’ll feed you everything, so say ‘ah,’ come on, ah—”

Rita looked at the handsome, shameless face grinning at her with an incredulous feeling, then snatched the spoon from him.

“I’ll eat it myself, I can eat by myself.”

“That’s disappointing. I wanted to feed you.”

“Save that kind of thing for your wife later.”

“…”

She was too busy forcing herself to eat the unappetizing soup to notice Gid’s expression becoming subtle at her words.

He covered his mouth with one hand, took a moment to steady his breathing, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

“Who do you think I’m going to marry?”

“You’re the Crown Prince, right? Then there must be a young lady who’s been arranged since long ago.”

“There’s nothing like that.”

“Really? Then you’ll have to start looking now, for a Crown Princess.”

“How does one look for a Crown Princess?”

As she forced herself to eat, her appetite gradually returned. She must have been hungry after all. Rita aggressively worked through her meal while answering casually.

“Why are you asking me that? It’s obvious. You choose someone you like from among the excellent young ladies of high-ranking families, or wait, is that not it? Does it have to be someone the Emperor likes instead of you? That would be troublesome.”

“Rita, if it’s an excellent young lady from a high-ranking family, I don’t think I need to go looking around, do you?”

“Huh?”

“Someone like the Raskail Princess would be more than perfect as Crown Princess, even excessive. Don’t you think?”

“Kek, cough, cough.”

She choked right away. Gid calmly patted the back of the coughing Rita.

“Why do you choke so often? Does that body lack muscles even in the throat?”

“It’s because of you…”

“What did I do? Did I say something wrong?”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“How is this nonsense? Where else would you find someone as suitable as the Raskail Princess for Crown Princess?”

“There are many, the Duirebourg Noblewoman, Blen Viscount’s Daughter…”

“Rita, you don’t still not know who Blen Viscount’s Daughter is, do you?”

“Is it Oli?”

“That’s right, Oli Pascal, whose real name is Olivia den Luna Blen.”

“…It really is Oli.”

Just as Rita was about to become wistful with longing, Gid’s aggrieved voice caught her.

“Rita, do you think it would be possible for me to marry her? Between friends who’ve seen everything about each other? If Oli heard this, her reaction would be worth seeing. It would be fortunate if she didn’t vomit looking at me.”

“So it’s the same thing. The relationship between you and me is more of the same, not less. Right?”

“Aha.”

Gid leaned back deeply into the sofa and crossed his arms. His lips curved up diagonally, forming a painted-like smile.

“Aha… So that’s what you think.”

Rita immediately recognized that expression. It was the face Gid Pascal made when he was very displeased about something but had to grit his teeth and endure it.

“Why are you making that face?”

“What’s wrong with my face? Ah, don’t you like that I have both eyes? Should I go pluck one out again?”

“What kind of crazy talk is that? Are you insane?”

“It would be rather comfortable if I were completely insane. It’s disappointing that I’m not.”

“What’s disappointing? You really aren’t in your right mind. Did you sleep properly?”

At that question, Gid’s complexion stiffened for a moment then quickly relaxed. Rita didn’t miss that instant. Looking at his face with its well-crafted smile, she openly clicked her tongue.

“Insomnia again, Gid?”

“I’m fine.”

“What’s fine about it? With all the years we’ve seen, do you think I’d be fooled?”

She put down her spoon, got up, and grabbed Gid’s arm.

“You need to sleep right now. Get up.”

“…Your meal…”

“Of course I finished it all.”

Gid looked at the table as Rita led him to stand up.

The bowls had been completely emptied. It was an eating speed unbecoming of a noble lady, and an eating speed befitting Rita Pascal. He couldn’t help but smile softly.

“What are you smiling about like you did something good, Gid Pascal?”

“Because I like you.”

“You really haven’t slept in a long time. I should have noticed sooner. How long haven’t you slept? Two days? Three days?”

“I did doze off briefly.”

“Damn, you have no intention of answering properly, do you?”

Gid lay down on the bed with a grin, led by Rita. Rita sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at him quietly, then reached out her hand.

“Come to think of it, there’s no need to remove your eyepatch now.”

“Do you prefer when I’m one-eyed after all? Should I get rid of one?”

“Stop with the crazy talk.”

Her hand gently covers both his eyes.

Like in the old days, when she would remove his eyepatch and cover the scars that covered his ruined eye. Like when she comforted him as he couldn’t sleep and broke out in cold sweats. Like when she calmed him as he convulsed under the Oaths’ punishment.

Just as he would take out a music box for her when she heard hallucinations.

Suddenly she spoke as if to herself.

“This is also after a long time.”

“…”

It really had been a long time. Gid couldn’t say anything, his throat constricted as if strangled by emotions rising from deep in his stomach.

It really, truly had been such a long time.

“Sleep well, Gid.”

The warmth covering his closed eyes. The touch of her hand felt different from the past, smooth without a single rough spot, but even so.

It was exactly as he had missed so desperately.

He felt the urge to grasp it, devour it, and treasure it forever. He wanted to catch her wrist, pull her close, and trap her in his embrace. He wanted to caress her unfamiliar body until it became familiar again, repeatedly confirming that she was indeed her.

If he actually did that, he’d probably end up with a hole through his shoulder. Since it wouldn’t be his head, he could feel Rita’s affection in that, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

If that resulted in him being unable to use one arm, wouldn’t Rita, who was infinitely soft-hearted toward her companions, pay even more attention to him?

The fact that he was having such thoughts showed he was definitely tired.

Gid let out a sigh that sounded like a groan and deliberately made his voice sound weak.

“Rita.”

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