Time Healer Ceres - Chapter 131

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“…Who—what are they doing?”
Until that moment, it seemed Duke Schweiss and Duke Elkain had been kept in the dark; their expressions froze in shock as understanding dawned.
“That… that’s…!”
Agneth felt something eerie pressing down on her, and her body began to tremble like an aspen leaf in wind.
“P-please… save me…!”
As the two dukes stepped closer, their killing intent pouring out in waves, Agneth found her breath catching in her throat.
Her mind grew hazier by the moment, and at last tears of terror spilled down her cheeks.
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“Here, sister.”
“…”
“What? You want something different?”
“…Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“Your face is getting red.”
“…Ugh…”
Antonien hurled the spoon he’d been holding and splashed his face with water again and again. Even the tips of his ears had turned crimson—he clearly found his own behavior deeply embarrassing.
“Brother.”
In that moment, Yulia called out to him from beside her, arms crossed and eyes narrowed in mock severity.
Antonien flinched and hastily scooped the spoon back up again.
“Here, sister.”
“…”
…What was he even doing? Did he really have to drag her into his embarrassment?
Seres sighed as the spoon came toward her again.
Seres had regained consciousness exactly ten days after she collapsed.
The first thing she saw when her eyes opened was Antonien and Yulia with their eyes swollen and red from crying. After more than a week, the depth of their worry was plain to see.
“Come on, eat.”
“I can feed myself.”
“No, you can’t, sister.”
Yulia continued to shake her head, her arms still folded.
“Brother promised. He said he’d do anything as long as you woke up safely.”
“Hey! That wasn’t a promise with you—he was praying—!”
“…Praying?”
Praying? What kind of excuse was that?
As Seres gave him a puzzled look, Antonien’s face flushed even deeper, and he abruptly averted his gaze.
“Praying is a kind of promise too. You cried every single day, praying that sister would wake up safely—didn’t you, brother? And now you won’t even feed her? Sister’s too weak to hold a spoon.”
“Hey!”
Antonien cried out at Yulia, who was matter-of-factly revealing the humiliating chapter of his private grief that had just become history the moment Seres woke up.
“I comforted you so you wouldn’t cry.”
She drew close with a bright smile, as if to say, ‘Aren’t you proud of me?’, and Seres gently stroked her hair.
“But then you kept crying anyway. Brother, you’re such a crybaby.”
“Who said I was crying!”
“You were. Sobbing. Begging for sister’s life, making a huge spectacle—”
“Enough, that’s enough!”
Antonien pressed both hands over his ears and shook his head vigorously, as if he couldn’t bear to hear another word.
“How devout our brother is.”
“Arrrrgh!”
At Seres’s final jab, a cry of anguish burst from Antonien’s lips. His face had become even redder.
“Let’s eat some food.”
Seres broke into a soft laugh and reached out for the plate Antonien was holding. With a deep sigh, he moved closer and handed it to her.
Seres gently stroked his hair in silence—a gesture heavy with apology for the worry she’d caused.
“…”
Watching his eyes grow misty at her touch, Seres’s smile deepened. Yulia was right—he was a crybaby.
Seres received the soft soup and took a spoonful, her eyes drifting toward the corner of the room.
There, unmoving, mouth sealed shut, stood Kainel, watching her with an intensity that could bore holes through stone.
“All of you, go rest.”
“Why? We’ll take the dish when you’re done.”
“I have a lot to talk about with him.”
At Seres’s words, both Antonien and Yulia’s gaze shifted to Kainel.
They remembered how he had stood sentinel at her bedside without pause from the moment she collapsed, and they quietly withdrew.
“Have you eaten? Did you get any food?”
“…….”
Kainel offered no answer. He simply gazed at her with that peculiar intensity. Then, slowly, he drew near.
“You didn’t eat again, did you?”
Seeing him approach, Seres spoke quickly, desperately trying to shift the strange, unmoored quality of his expression.
“I told you to make sure you eat properly-”
“Greyace.”
“…….”
But the moment that name left his lips—Greyace—she couldn’t go on. The words caught in her throat.
Seres exhaled slowly and met his gaze, those silver eyes reflecting not the faintest tremor.
‘Well, I never meant to hide it forever.’
She had made that resolve long ago, when she’d first mentioned Enoch’s name to him.
It was time to stop pretending. Time to speak plainly about who she was. She already knew he recognized her as Greyace—continuing to feign ignorance served no purpose.
‘That’s why I used that ability, too.’
The Time Reversal Ability. Greyace’s unique gift—she had wielded it without hesitation right before his eyes.
And yet, hearing him call her by that name felt strange. Longing and unfamiliar all at once.
“Should I give you a proper greeting, then? For old times’ sake?”
Seres smiled softly.
“…Hah.”
A long breath escaped Kainel. Though he had been certain all along, the moment she finally acknowledged it—that she was Greyace—words abandoned him.
“…How did this happen?”
It took him a moment before he could speak again. Since discovering her identity, he had burned with this single question.
How had she returned? Why was she here, before him, in this form?
“Open the desk drawer. The one at the very bottom.”
Kainel obeyed without hesitation, rising to do as she asked.
Inside the lowest drawer, he found a single dried flower and a letter folded with care.
He picked up the letter and turned back. Seres nodded, a silent instruction to read. Kainel unfolded the paper and began to read, his eyes moving slowly across each line.
A letter from Artia, left behind in that place once called the second Arcane Tower.
“…….”
After reading for some time, he folded the letter carefully again.
“…That damned bastard.”
A curse slipped from his lips, followed by a hollow laugh.
So all of it—every single thing that had brought Greyace back before him—had been orchestrated by that man.
And he had kept it from him entirely.
‘Well then. I’m the one who should feel slighted, really.’
‘What?’
Words Artia had spoken long ago came back to him—when she had arrived at the Duchy, years after Seres left, and found him doing nothing, going nowhere. The way she had kicked him awake, the bitter smile on her face. Now, at last, he understood.
“You never change.”
That infuriating bastard.
Always so insufferable, always so maddening, yet
‘But….’
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to truly hate him.
‘Only now recognizing my deep consideration for you? I’ve always been far more mature than you—I’ve told you countless times to treat me with proper respect. Going forward, see that you do.’
Had he been here now, she would have laughed and said something equally infuriating. Kainel stared at the folded letter and clicked his tongue lightly.
Exasperating, irritating, and…
‘…I miss him.’
Kainel clenched the letter in his fist. The admission only frustrated him more. That he could miss that bastard.
“Kai.”
As though she had read every thought in his heart, Seres called to him quietly. When she tried to rise from the bed and stumbled, Kainel rushed to her side.
“You shouldn’t be getting up yet-”
Softly.
Seres wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him as he steadied her. She felt his body go rigid against her.
His heartbeat raced—she could feel it clearly. Seres patted his back gently, soothingly.
“I’m sorry.”
She had spent so long wondering what her first words should be when they met again. No matter how hard she searched her heart, only one thing came.
“I’m sorry… for leaving you alone.”
For making you endure all that time by yourself.
“I’m sorry.”
For leaving, selfishly choosing to live, while I abandoned you alone.
“I’m truly sorry.”
Words could never be enough.
I’m sorry…….
The mere thought of the years he had endured alone was enough to tighten her chest.

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