Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Monster Forest
A group of horsemen came to a stop in the forest, and in front of the leader sat a graceful and elegant lady.
This person was Bernalâs father, who was guarding the western border, Moss Nielson.
The lady on the same horse as him was Bernalâs biological mother, Eva Nielson, the margraveâs current wife.
âStill no sign of Bernal yet?â
Facing Mossâs question, the subordinates immediately lowered their heads and admitted their mistakes.
âIâm sorry.â
The knights were ashamed of their incompetence, and a few of the older ones would rather offer their apologies with death.
How many times has this happened already?
They had once again failed in their duty and caused the margrave to lose his child.
âForget it, Iâm used to it.â
Moss glanced at his subordinates and did not probe further.
As a child of the Nielson family, he had to be prepared to die at any moment.
There was nothing they could have done if something really happened.
Moss seemed very calm after losing his child again. As he said, he was already used to this loss.
âHow long are you going to cry for? Itâll be fine once we have another child.â
âBoohoo, itâs not that simple. Thatâs my flesh and blood. How can I abandon my child as easily as you put it?â
Eva winced as she grieved. She was not Moss. This was still her first child, her flesh and blood.
Now that her childâs fate was unknown, as a mother, how could she not be worried?
Seeing Eva like this, Moss thought for a moment and gave an order to his subordinates.
âExpand the search area and continue searching. If you still find nothing by dusk, retreat.â
This was the best Moss could do.
After dusk, this forest would be in a different state. By then, the danger level would be on a completely different level than during the day.
With the current manpower, it was still rather difficult to get out of the forest alive after dusk.
âYes, my lord!â
Out of the guilt of failing their duty, no one questioned Mossâs decision.
Some people even opened their mouths to say something, but they were stopped with a glare from Moss.
âMy lordâ¦â
âYou donât have to say anymore. Iâve already lost a child. I donât want to lose any more of my excellent subordinates.â
Moss directly interrupted the personâs words. He could not allow more casualties.
Excellent subordinates?
They should be happy to hear the margrave say that.
However, no one present could be joyful.
If they heard such praise under normal circumstances, they would definitely be happy and proud.
However, they only felt that it was exceptionally jarring and harsh now.
How ironic.
In order to live up to Mossâ praise, the knights had made up their minds.
If they did not find Young Master Bernal, they would never leave even if the sun was setting.
If the young master was alive, they would have to bring him back. If the young master was dead, they would have to bring his corpse back.
At the very least, they could let his young master return home after his death, rather than being left wandering outside and entering the stomach of another monster after his death.
As for Bernal, he did not know anything about what was happening in the outside world.
Looking at Rogeria in front of him, Bernal, who had calmed down, began to try to contact and understand her.
âSo you were summoned here through this ritual, but isnât there no one else here except for me?â
The black tentacles behind Rogeria extended forward and wrapped around Bernalâs waist.
Without caring about Bernalâs reaction, Rogeria grabbed him in her arms.
âWhat are you doing!?â
The tentacle was not too forceful, so Bernal did not feel suffocated.
But the wet, slippery touch made Bernal uncomfortable, and his hair stood on end.
âHa!â
Noticing Bernalâs interesting reaction, Rogeria laughed.
At this moment, Bernal was like a furious kitten that was extremely adorable.
Rogeria controlled her tentacles to hold Bernal in front of her, observing him up close, as if she was deeply interested in Bernal himself.
âHey, what are you looking at? Answer my question now!â
Bernal twisted his body, but no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the tentacles.
âHeh heh, are you talking about the others? Of course, they were all used as sacrifices and offered to me with this ritual.â
A tentacle wrapped around Bernalâs arm, and Rogeria controlled his hand to touch her abdomen.
âThey are all in here now as my food, becoming part of me.â
âThen Iâ¦â
Bernal stopped struggling and looked at Rogeria in surprise, as many of his questions were answered.
And I wondered why they brought me here. In the end, they were all dead by the time I woke up.â
But why am I still alive?
Wasnât I the sacrifice?
At the thought of this, Bernal looked at Rogeria with a curious gaze.
âWhy am I still alive?â
Regarding this question, Rogeria gave Bernal a surprising answer.
âI donât know. Thatâs why itâs interesting. As the sacrificial offering of the ritual, it appears that you survived. However, not a single person who carried out the ritual was left alive. This is the first time Iâm seeing such a situation.â
âIsnât God omniscient?â
âYes and no.â
Rogeria gave an ambiguous answer that puzzled Bernal even more.
To that, Rogeria explained,
âThere are various kinds of gods. Everyone can be considered omniscient and omnipotent in their respective fields, but this is slightly different from the kind you stated.â
âI guess I understand.â
Bernal looked pensive. He nodded, trying to digest the information Rogeria had given him.
âSo why donât you sign a contract with me?â
Without waiting for Bernal to respond, Rogeria explained further.
âAlthough I have successfully passed the ritualâs boundary, the sacrifices from this ritual alone are unable to sustain my existence.â
As she spoke, she controlled one of her tentacles to show it to Bernal.
Bernal focused his gaze. The tentacle was different from the other tentacles. Black particles were constantly emitting from it as if they were going to dissipate.
âIn order to save resources, I have no choice but to move around in this manner. Even so, I canât stay in this world for too long.â
âI guess I understand.â
Bernal rested his chin on his hand and nodded to show that he understood.
âWhatâs your answer then?â
Rogeria looked at Bernal with some anticipation. If one observed closely, one would be able to notice the rapidly swaying tentacles behind her.
It was obvious that Rogeria was not calm at all.
Bernal did not think for long before responding.
âSure, I agree.â
The moment she obtained his agreement, a large number of tentacles rushed toward Bernal from behind and instantly enveloped him.
âVery good, letâs get along from now on, Bernal ~â