Chapter 26
If you Don’t Love Me, I Will Die
Yuren narrowed her eyes and looked at Edward Radner.
He was described as a man with a sturdy build and honest eyes.
But even that honesty was an illusion.
Humans tend to label people as either good or evil.
So Edward, who is praised as honest and faithful among nobles, in other words, is a hypocrite who excels in politics and condemns those who deviate from her standards as evil.
Yuren knew such people well.
The fools of the academy who think they know all about magic without understanding the truth of dark magic, and the arrogant members of the magic society.
Edward is also one of them.
A hypocrite who acts noble without being noble themselves.
âI should have dealt with you sooner.â
Until yesterday, their hearts were clearly at odds.
Being a sorcerer who uses human emotions as a medium for magic, Yuren was adept at reading emotions, so she was unlikely to be wrong.
And as expected, until this morning, they hadnât exchanged a single word as if they were complete strangers.
He had used the invisibility spell to eavesdrop, so she hadnât seen it wrong.
But to suddenly appear like thisâ¦
Yuren prided himself on being quite cautious.
But this time, it seemed she had made a mistake.
He had overlooked that human emotions are fickle and can change like this occasionally.
Still, it didnât matter.
No matter how skilled he was in swordsmanship, he was just a puppet of an earl.
He was renowned for his excellent swordsmanship during his time at the academy, but recently, rumors spread that his skills werenât as sharp as they used to be due to inadequate training.
So, he would be powerless against the force of dark magic.
After all, dark magic is the truth.
Itâs the one and only truth that shines light upon the ignorant.
âBring me their heads.â
As Yuren reached out her arm, the three knights began to move in unison.
***
The knights are moving in sync with Yurenâs gesturesâ¦
Judging by their demeanor, they appeared to be knights from the Brontë territory, but the fact that they were moving according to Yurenâs willâ¦
âDark magic.â
Memories began to piece together beyond the span of three years,
and now the puzzle was finally coming together.
Yuren was undoubtedly a dark mage in the story.
She harbored great resentment toward the academy that expelled her.
She was a fanatical practitioner who believed that power lay within dark magic.
That must be the source of the ominous purple aura.
A menacing magic that operates through the vitality and emotions of humansâ¦
âBut it doesnât matter.â
Whether itâs dark magic or nonsense, my duty is clear.
âMy Lady, please stay behind me.â
Protecting Ania Brontë.
Just reminding myself of that resolve filled me with an inexplicable surge of power.
It was astonishing.
A simple change in mindset and the knightsâ swords slicing through the air at me flowed like slow-motion footage.
Deflecting them was not a difficult task.
As I precisely aimed my blade at the knightâs hand, the knightâs sword in front of me twirled in the air before crashing to the ground.
âEdward! Be carefulâ¦!â
âDonât worry, Ania.â
In response to Aniaâs worried voice, I swung the handle of my sword toward the knightâs abdomen.
With a thud, the knightâs body lurched forward, and their hazy, dazed gaze finally returned to normal, showing a pained expression.
In an instant, I rushed towards the other two knights.
It was an action I wouldnât usually make.
Approaching the enemy inevitably exposed vulnerabilities.
âIf you donât act first, youâll just be dragged around, My Lord.â
At that time, I couldnât understand.
Why start a fight by exposing vulnerabilities?
âThatâs what it means to protect.â
âBut how does attacking the opponent relate to protecting?â
âHehe, someday you will understand, My Lord.â
I now understand your words.
To protect even if it means burning oneself.
That determination becomes courage, driving away the superficial fears and distractions.
âBlock it!â
Yuren chanted a spell.
As a result, a purple light began to flicker in the eyes of the knights.
But I felt I could do it.
Unfounded courage surged within me, believing I could take down the two trained knights and Yuren.
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Diving into the knightsâ, I disrupted their awkward strikes, blocked their blades, and swiftly stabbed a knight in their side, causing their body to collapse.
Simultaneously, I felt the wind behind me.
With all my strength, I swung the sword in the opposite direction.
Sparks flew from the clashed blades.
I used the momentum of my spin to push their blade away.
Though I could have been pierced by a slight mistake, I wasnât afraid.
My mind was chillingly calm, seeing only victory ahead.
Like a racehorse rushing towards the finish line, I focused on only one thing.
My sword found the knightâs knee through a small gap in his armor, immobilizing his movement.
Then, sweeping his other leg, my sword caused the knightâs body to fall forward.
ãParalyze.ã
A spell I wouldnât have dared to attempt out of fear of failure under normal circumstances instantly took effect.
The knightâs body seemed to freeze in place.
Now, only Yuren remained.
âEikâ¦!â
Yuren raised her hand, and purple magic began to swirl around it.
ãDispel.ã
But I was faster.
My determination to protect Ania was stronger than Yurenâs intention to kill her.
âStrong determination does not yield to defeat.â
Ricktman mustâve been a mighty knight.
âUghâ¦!â
The magic circle forming at Yurenâs fingertips disintegrated as if time had rewound.
âThis canât be!â
Yuren screamed in disbelief, but my body was already closing in on her.
Desperately trying to use magic again, she attempted to draw another magic circle.
However, mixed with magic, my blade tore through it like paper.
âDamn it!â
âItâs over!â
I adjusted the sword once again and swung it down.
The sword, which had been swiftly cutting through the air, suddenly stopped.
Right beside Yurenâs neck.
A moment of silence passed, and the outcome was clear.
âAdmit defeat, Yuren High.â
ââ¦â¦â
Yurenâs legs gave way as if her strength had drained out of her.
My sword still remained next to her neck.
ââ¦I surrender.â
***
Afterward, Yuren was captured by the Brontë territory knights and imprisoned in the underground dungeon of the Brontë territory, with magic restraints in place.
Upon the festivalâs conclusion, she would be transferred to the Imperial Central Detention Center in Calebar, the capital of the Empire, where she would face punishment according to imperial law.
Charged with attempted murder of a noble, illegal magic research, impersonation, and various other crimes, she would likely face a minimum sentence of life imprisonment.
But that was better for Yuren.
If she had remained by Johannâs side without being imprisoned, dark magic would have consumed her.
Her mind and life would have been devoured, leaving her trapped in eternal suffering, even in death.
Separatelyâ¦
Upon hearing the news, Valentine Brontë went into a frenzy.
He abandoned everything and rushed over, embracing Ania and thanking the gods.
âIâm really grateful, Edward⦠If it werenât for youâ¦â
âI just did what needed to be done.â
The Duke grabbed my hand and repeatedly bowed his head in gratitude.
He offered to provide anything I needed, but I refused.
After all, I didnât do it with ulterior motives.
I protected her simply because it was our promise.
And the festival continued.
It was because Ania insisted she didnât want to ruin the festival with her actions.
Thanks to her, the villagers, unaware of anything, continued to enjoy the happy festival.
It was already nearing evening.
The time when the sun slowly crossed over the mountain peaks.
Ania and I headed to the festival grounds.
It was time for the prepared speech.
***
The night of the festival was deep.
Walking towards the village, the celebration climaxed.
Ania glanced at Edwardâs profile, who was walking beside her and looking straight ahead.
âIâve come to keep my promise.â
âI vowed to protect you.â
As she recalled those words, Aniaâs heart began to beat faster.
And at the same time, she felt ashamed.
Edward had spared no effort to keep his promise to protect her,
Yet she had needlessly gotten upset because he couldnât remember a childhood promise.
Moreover, hadnât she promised herself that she wouldnât lose her temper again?
She hadnât even managed to keep that.
âI am a foolâ¦â
She couldnât even face Edward.
ââ¦â¦â
Nevertheless, her heart swelled as she sneakily glanced at Edwardâs face, softly illuminated by the moonlight.
When she thought it was all over, the memory of Edward appearing as a hero made her body tingle.
âEdwardâ¦â
Once again, it was this man who saved her.
âAh⦠Edward.â
Just like back then when she was young,
this man had always been the one to rescue her.
âEdward.â
Ania inadvertently choked on the words that escaped her lips, but Edward was already looking at her.
He asked in a gentle voice, âAre you nervous?â
âNo.â
âJust do as prepared and come down. Simple, right?â
âNo⦠Thatâs not it.â
Ania rolled the words in her mouth that she wanted to say but couldnât.
She should have said sorry. She should have admitted she was wrong.
But it took courage.
However, hadnât Ricktman told her that she should speak with sincerity when apologizing for a mistake?
Though she wasnât accustomed to expressing sincerity, if she didnât say it this time, she felt an unsettling fear that Edward might leave her forever.
So, she decided to gather her courage and speak up.