The Snow Leopard Baby of the Black Leopard Family - Chapter 193

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Chapter 193
“Ah!”
Tiel tumbled into the Subspace, her back striking something hard as she gasped in pain.
Iandros had collided with something too, but he checked Tiel first, ignoring his own injuries.
“Are you hurt? Let me see.”
Iandros seized Tiel’s shoulders. She shook her head to reassure him and grasped his wrist instead.
“Are you all right? Iandros, is your mind… feeling foggy at all?”
Iandros’s Rampage.
He had experienced two Rampages so far. Iandros himself might not remember, but Tiel did.
About Iandros’s first Rampage.
On that day when he was seven, when his Subspace had opened of its own accord just like today, Tiel had thrown herself into it to save him.
And there, she had witnessed it.
His Ability in Rampage.
His parents disappearing into that Subspace to protect their son.
‘And that time too.’
Just as she had experienced his Rampage before, Iandros seemed unable to comprehend the words of those around him.
Not only did he fail to understand—he behaved as though nothing could reach his ears at all.
It resembled the Rampage of Ferdi that Tiel had witnessed.
‘All Rampages seem to be the same.’
The Ability spirals beyond control, consciousness fragments, and eventually one loses awareness entirely.
And from the way Iandros had failed to command his Ability this time, it was certainly a Rampage.
That was why Tiel had held him so desperately—afraid he would collapse and never rise again.
“I’m fine. Perfectly sound.”
Yet mercifully, there were no signs of that happening now. She examined him carefully to see if he was lying, but he truly seemed unharmed.
‘Is it because of the Bond?’
Before, they hadn’t been bonded; now Iandros and she shared a Bond. Could that be why he kept his mind intact?
Tiel gazed down at the luminous thread wrapped around her and Iandros’s wrists.
No one had told her what it was, yet both she and Iandros instinctively knew its true nature.
It was the Imprinting Thread.
The Bond connecting Iandros and Tiel, made manifest before them in tangible form.
‘So that’s why you were pulled down here with me…’
Iandros gazed at the thread with irritation, but his hand that reached to touch it was extraordinarily gentle.
Because they were Bonded Partners, when his Ability had run wild, Tiel too was pulled into his Subspace. To share danger and share fate—that is what being a Bonded Partner meant.
He had been reluctant to Bond with Tiel precisely because he had feared this outcome.
And yet, knowing they were bound together this firmly stirred something tender in his chest, so Iandros made no move to sever the thread. Besides, even if he wanted to break it, he couldn’t.
It wasn’t a thread he could simply cut.
Understanding his heart, Tiel squeezed his large hand firmly and spoke.
“I’m all right. In fact, I would have been far more anxious if you’d gone in alone. I might have done what I did when we were children—thrown myself in after you anyway.”
“Without realizing how dangerous that is—”
“That’s not it.”
Tiel shook her head.
“I did know.”
Tiel smiled softly in the darkness, and from near her chest, tiny orbs of light began to bloom and rise.
A warm, golden radiance erupted upward in an instant, illuminating the space around Iandros and Tiel.
“But I couldn’t bear to leave you alone, so that’s what I did.”
With Tiel’s Ability, the once-dark Subspace grew bright. The moment the light spread, Iandros saw her face clearly.
A smile that spoke of never once regretting that childhood choice.
His heart stirred powerfully. Color rushed to his face.
Iandros covered his face with his forearm and turned away abruptly. His reddened cheeks were hidden by the shadows, but his flushed ears had no refuge and were laid bare for Tiel to see.
“Iandros?”
Noticing his reddened ears, Tiel’s expression grew worried, and she reached out to touch his forehead.
“Are you in pain? You seem to have a fever. Your forehead is—”
“I’m not in pain. This is… it’ll pass in a moment. Anyway.”
Iandros hastily changed the subject and attempted to open a way out of the Subspace.
But nothing happened.
“Damn it, is this really my Ability? It won’t obey me at all.”
“That’s precisely why it’s called a Rampage. Are we just… trapped here?”
Tiel murmured, recalling the time long ago when Iandros had last run wild.
Then, through his Subspace, she had glimpsed a vast Memory Fragment left behind in this place.
Perhaps this time, too—
As if reading her thoughts, Iandros’s Subspace began to shift.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
A colossal mansion lurched. Tiel startled and seized Iandros’s hand firmly.
But that wasn’t enough for him; he pulled her to him instead, gathering her into his arms and holding her tight.
As though he would never let her slip away. In that moment, Tiel felt her heart steady just a fraction.
“Tiel, are you… all right?”
The space convulses around them.
Iandros’s Ability—the Subspace—reshapes itself at will and carries them somewhere unknown.
The shock must strike the Ability’s master with tremendous force. Iandros held Tiel tighter, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Clasping his forearm, Tiel looked up at him with worry etched across her face.
“I-Iandros. Are you all right…?”
“I’m fine. It’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
Fearing Tiel would worry, Iandros quickly composed his expression.
Because Tiel’s Ability was illuminating the space, the two could observe the Subspace transforming before them moment by moment.
The colossal mansion fractures. It fractures, then reassembles. It reassembles, then crumbles again. Passages open toward unseen destinations, then seal shut.
The Subspace shifted ceaselessly. Tiel and Iandros remained locked in each other’s arms to avoid being separated, watching it all unfold.
And not long after—
“…Is it over?”
Iandros spoke, his eyes opening slowly. Tiel, still cradled in his embrace, nodded.
“It seems to be…”
Iandros and Tiel gazed at the Imperial Palace spread before them.
“Your Ability was supposed to create a mansion, wasn’t it? Has it changed? The location is different…”
To Tiel’s words, Iandros placed a hand against a nearby wall and shook his head.
Though his Subspace refused to obey him and raged wild, as its master he could determine his location simply by touching it this way.
This place was still within that mansion.
Only it was overlaid with some vast illusion. Just as when Tiel had witnessed his Memory Fragment before.
“This is inside my Subspace.”
The place was unmistakably the Imperial Palace.
Yet without Tiel’s Ability, one could not see an inch ahead through the darkness.
That fact matched exactly the lightless nature of Iandros’s Subspace. This place was indeed his Subspace, as he said.
“Then this is…”
Tiel turned slowly to survey the Imperial Palace around them.
Something about it felt strange.
As the Crown Princess, Tiel didn’t reside in the Imperial Palace, but she had chambers there.
When Iandros called her to the Imperial Palace, she would sometimes walk its halls with him.
Yet this Imperial Palace felt oddly unfamiliar. And more than that—
“It seems… quite old.”
Iandros nodded at her words.
“Those decorations aren’t used in the Imperial Palace anymore. They were all removed long ago and replaced with new ones. So this is…”
The Imperial Palace of ancient times.
How it had looked before they were born, ages ago.
In that moment, a shared question arose in both their minds.
Why was Iandros’s Subspace showing them this place now?

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