Time Healer Ceres - Chapter 103

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“If you need more, just say so. I’ll make as many as you want.”
…With just this, I wouldn’t have to walk anywhere for a whole year, would I?
Seres, who had been wearing a baffled expression for a moment, finally let out a genuine laugh.
“You really are…….”
“What?”
“You’re exactly like someone I loved.”
“Me? Like who?”
“My dearest friend.”
“A friend, huh…….”
He murmured softly, his eyes closing with something like wistfulness.
“Well, this is enough for now.”
“What?”
He keeps saying things I don’t quite understand. What happened while I was away?
“Come sit over here. Would you like some tea?”
“No. Tea’s fine.”
As Chaien offered her a seat, Seres drew a quiet breath through her nose.
Where should I even start explaining?
That my parents died in a carriage accident?
That I spent more than two weeks alone at the scene of that accident?
‘Now that I think about it, didn’t Seres’s parents die in a carriage accident too?’
There was no need for even that to match.
After hesitating for a long time, Seres finally managed to open her mouth.
“That day…….”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“What?”
“You don’t need to tell me about it.”
Lifting her gaze, Seres found herself looking into Chaien’s face, which bore the gentlest of smiles.
‘Now I understand why even those complainers at the Arcane Tower follow him.’
That face is a welfare program. Pure welfare.
Was it because of the haircut? Today, Chaien’s smile seemed to carry an even more enchanting warmth than usual.
“All that matters is that you’re no longer hurting.”
Chaien brushed back a strand of her fallen hair with tenderness, his gaze settling softly on her pale violet eyes.
‘Of course I’m curious.’
Why she had worn such a pained expression in the carriage that day.
‘But…….’
Seeing the reluctance in her face, he found he didn’t want to press further.
As he’d just said, it was enough if she wasn’t hurting now and was all right.
For now, that was sufficient.
“I’ll say it again—if you need more Movement Magic Scrolls, just tell me anytime.”
“…All right.”
A smile bloomed at the corner of Seres’s mouth.
She was grateful for his considerateness.
She didn’t want to tell him the truth, nor did she want to feed him a lie.
“For now, just take a few of those. I’ll bring the rest to your house or shop later.”
Chaien gestured toward the pile stacked on one side—far too much for Seres to carry alone.
“I think I can manage it.”
“Hmm?”
Seres rose from her seat and made a light sweeping gesture with her hand.
I think it’s time to reveal this much of a secret anyway, don’t I?
“…!”
In that instant, a Subspace opened before Seres, and Chaien’s mouth fell slowly open.
“You… you have a Magical Subspace?”
“Yes.”
“How… how is that possible?”
And you’re not even a mage!
He doesn’t need to hear it aloud. There was simply no trace of a mage’s characteristic mana flowing from her.
Yet she possesses such a Magical Subspace?
“A friend made it for me.”
“…Someone can create a Magical Subspace for another person?”
I can certainly create a magical subspace for you.
But that involves carving a magic circle into a specific location so it can only be opened there. The Imperial Palace alone has countless such spaces.
The problem is that creating one of these subspaces that someone like Seres—someone who can’t even use magic—can open anywhere is a different matter entirely.
I’ve never even heard of such a thing.
“That friend you mentioned before? The one who made the Defensive Stone for you…….”
“That’s right.”
…….
I’d caught fragments of this when I first obtained the Defensive Stone.
There was a mage she knew, someone who’d died long ago.
At the time, Seres’s expression had looked so pained that I couldn’t bring myself to ask more.
‘Who on earth could it be?’
Even when I first saw the Defensive Stone, I’d thought as much—this was no ordinary mage.
A mage capable of creating subspaces like this and giving them to others, no less.
“There are quite a few of them.”
In the meantime, Seres had quietly shaken her head as she finished stuffing all the Movement Magic Scrolls into the subspace.
It was a blessing that the subspace Artia had created had no size or quantity restrictions.
“I should get going now.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
If I stayed any longer, who knew what kind of trouble that Kainel would stir up next.
I set off, leaving him to his regrets.
“Chaien.”
“Hm?”
Seres paused for a moment, then turned back to face him.
“The 23rd Answer is ‘the Black Orb.'”
“What?”
The Black Orb?
“What do you mean by that?”
At his bewildered expression, Seres simply smiled quietly and offered nothing more.
* * *
“Hm?”
As Seres left the greenhouse and headed toward the entrance of the Imperial Palace, she tilted her head.
‘What’s going on?’
She’d sensed something odd about the atmosphere.
The soldiers standing guard at the entrance were visibly tense.
Approaching to see what was the matter, Seres immediately understood the reason.
‘What’s he doing standing there?’
It was because of one person leaning against the wall by the entrance—Kainel.
With him of all people standing there like that, the soldiers had no choice but to remain rigidly alert, as if under their superior’s scrutiny.
‘Didn’t he leave already?’
I told him to go back first.
…….
Kainel, sensing her gaze, pushed off from the wall and approached her.
“Where’s the advisor?”
“I sent him on ahead.”
“Why? Why didn’t you go with him? What are you doing here?”
“Sightseeing in the palace.”
“…Sightseeing?”
…You’re doing your palace sightseeing from outside the palace walls?
Seres let out a short sigh and quickly took his hand, pulling him along.
Seeing the soldiers frozen stiff like that, it seemed best to spirit Kainel away from this place as quickly as possible.
“How did you know when I’d come out?”
…….
……?
Getting no answer, she turned to look—only to find him staring intently at her.
Or more precisely, at their clasped hands.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing.”
…It doesn’t seem like nothing.
“What is it.”
“Just like that.”
“……?”
Just… old memories coming back.
‘Grace! Why do you always hold Kai’s hand and not mine?’
‘This guy’s hopeless with directions. I’m just worried he’ll get lost in a crowd like this.’
‘But I get lost all the time too…….’
‘You can just teleport back with magic if you do.’
‘Shut up! You’re an idiot who loses your way constantly, and you have the nerve to lecture me!’
‘Fine. I’m stupid, so why don’t you, being so clever, just make it here on your own?’
‘Wow, Grace! Did you see that? He’s laughing! Don’t you dare laugh, you bastard! It’s driving me insane!’
Whenever we walked through crowded places, Grace would always take my hand and lead the way.
“What did you and that boy talk about?”
“He gave me a gift.”
“A gift?”
“Movement Magic Scrolls. He packed quite a few for me.”
Seres laughed softly as the memory replayed in her mind.
I say this again and again, but whenever I look at Chaien, Artia keeps coming to mind.
My dear friend who was always fretting over not being able to give me just one more thing.
“…….”
“……? What is it now?”
“What?”
“Why are you upset again?”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You.”
I stopped abruptly and turned around to find that Kainel wasn’t following—his mouth had twisted into a sulk.
“You’re grinning like that just over some Movement Magic Scrolls?”
“What?”
“Throw them away.”
“Why would I suddenly throw them away?”
“Throw away those Movement Magic Scrolls right now. I’ll buy you new ones, better ones.”
“…….”
“Throw them away right now… what is this? Why are you suddenly walking off alone?”
…Yeah. I’m going alone. I don’t think I should keep playing with a madman like you.
* * *
“Have you heard the news?”
“What news?”
It being the weekend, Seres had woken late and now sipped at the tea Collin had brought, stifling yawn after yawn.
Strange how the more you sleep, the drowsier you become.
“It’s about Fake Alias Young-sik, who kidnapped—or rather, mistreated the young lady.”
Collin seemed loath even to use the word “kidnapped,” softening his phrasing instead.
“That bastard? What now?”
What kind of trouble has he caused this time?
After everything came to light, Fake was summoned to the Guard Corps for questioning over several days, then released after paying a fine.
‘Well, that’s how the world works.’
I’d never expected the son of an earl to face serious punishment for briefly locking a nobody like me in a basement.
Sure enough, not long after, Fake returned to the Academy perfectly fine.
‘Of course…….’
‘Now that I look at them again, your eyes are actually prettier than I thought.’
‘……!’
Though at least he seemed aware of what he’d done wrong—he flinched every time I picked up a pen.
It was almost amusing, so lately picking up a pen at the Academy has become something of a hobby.
“He’s said to be leaving the Capital.”

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