The Extra Wants To Live

The Sisterhood of Duren was staying at the temple of Duren in the village of Seongan.

"Your Highness."

"Sister Leader."

Carl ran into the sisters who were preparing to leave the temple.

When Lyanna greeted him on behalf of the Sisterhood, Carl nodded in greeting as well.

It seemed they were trying to do something as part of relief work for the poor, who had difficulty making ends meet because they couldn't work due to the rain.

This was a common activity to spread the influence of the Duren Cult in the eastern part of the Empire.

"I came here to talk about what happened last time, but the timing is a bit bad."

"No, it's okay. Please come in."

Lyanna handed the basket, wrapped tightly in leather to keep it dry, to another sister and led Carl inside.

Carl ignored Vire, who stood out among the sisters for her small stature, and followed Lyanna into the temple, even though he knew she was staring at him intently.

Lyanna didn't mention Vire either, as work came first.

The inside of the temple was a little noisy, as more people than usual were visiting due to the recent activities of the Duren cult.

Lyanna moved along the path where the priests passed, avoiding the gaze of the people, and led Carl and Catherine into a small room.

Lyanna quietly watched Catherine with dark, gleaming eyes as she entered the room with her, but did not take any action such as chasing her away or warning her.

Carl sat down naturally on the chair, and Catherine also naturally stood behind Carl on his right.

Lyanna sat across from Carl, barely a sound coming from her without her armor.

"…."

"… ."

There was a moment of silence. Lyanna knew that Carl had no intention of speaking first, so she ended up having to speak first.

"Is it okay if I ask what happened?"

"There were some achievements."

"Can we go over to Tumari?"

"That seems difficult."

"Then can I contact a priest from the Hadad sect?"

"Well."

Carl answered coolly but ultimately gave Lyanna no information on how to proceed.

"Letting people in and out and delivering letters are clearly different things. Doesn't the Sister Leader know that?"

Lyanna looked at Carl quietly, her eyes gleaming.

Of course, Carl didn't even blink an eye.

Carl, who did not change his gaze even when facing Emperor Azgoth, who killed Lilly. To someone like Lyanna.

"Sister Leader, do not forget that the request you have made is already too much. You cannot pretend not to know how heavy my actions are in the midst of the chaos caused by the division of the Hadad Order and the silence of the Padishah."

Carl drew the line firmly.

But in fact, Carl could have smuggled the Sisterhood into Tumaria at any time to make contact with the Hadad Cult.

What could be difficult about that when your bloody ring finger is already in place and waiting?

But there was no way for Lyanna to know that fact, and she could not see into Carl's calm, calm mind.

There is probably no one today who can see into Carl's mind. Even Azgoth.

"Then I guess there's nothing I can do."

At the forefront of Duren's slaughter chariots, the zealot Lyanna had secretly imagined breaking Carl in half with her staff to force him to open his mouth, but she dismissed the idea as it would have caused unmanageable problems.

"Please wait a moment."

After saying that, Lyanna quietly got up and left the room. She probably prepared a letter in advance for such a situation. She must have gone to get it.

"…."

And almost immediately after Lyanna left, the door carefully opened, and Vire peeked her head in.

"Come in."

At Carl's words, Vire hesitated for a moment before coming in and bowing her head.

"It's been a while, Your Highness."

"Yeah."

"…."

"… ."

Vire glanced at Carl, then at Catherine, before lowering her head and looking at the floor.

"...sorry…."

After hesitating for a while, Vire muttered.

"What?"

"… … ."

Vire couldn't answer Carl's words.

She herself couldn't figure out why she felt sorry.

Perhaps what she should have said was not an apology, but rather condolences.

But this little fanatic, who was still innocent and only knew how to deal with the world through violence, did not know how to express her feelings at such a moment.

On the other hand, Carl was able to see right through Vire's mind, even though he had never experienced this situation before.

"All you did was give her the necklace. It was not your fault that it was not delivered to my mother in time. You had nothing to do with it."

"That's, that's…."

Vire hesitated and tried to refute him, but eventually realized that Carl was right.

She did nothing wrong.

No, to begin with, they were complete 'strangers', so there was no need for Vire to even say anything to Carl before apologizing.

If you think about it, giving the necklace was just an expression of religious faith.

But since Vire's feelings for giving the necklace to Carl and Lilly were real, she was at a loss, struggling as if she had fallen into a small stream.

"… Still, I am very sad."

Even though Vire realized it, she began to shed tears of sorrow with her reddened eyes. Carl silently watched with emotionless eyes as Vire cried with a young face and a sniffle.

"It's just, well… I don't know what's difficult, but the Archduke seemed so happy when he spoke about his mother, so I'm just sad."

After talking nonsense, Vire closed her mouth and wiped her face with her sleeve.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you something, but I can't remember what to say."

Vire muttered softly one last time, then lowered her head again. Carl opened his mouth slowly, looking at Vire.

"I gave your necklace to my mother. She must have been happy."

"… …Is that so?"

"Yes, because in the first place, she was always happy with any gift I gave her."

"… … ."

"But if she knew your heart, she would be happier."

"That's fortunate."

Vire laughed, sniffling. And then, not knowing what to do, she hesitated and looked around. She didn't know what to say or what to do.

Contrary to his calm expression, Carl felt a little sad as he thought of his mother.

And at the same time, he was a little happy that there was someone who mourned his mother's death in this way.

It felt like he was getting a small reward for all his hard work.

"Okay, then you can go. Isn't the sister leader waiting outside?"

"Huh? Oh, yes! Sorry!"

Vire was so startled that she opened the door wide and ran out.

Then she met eyes with the two-meter-tall Lyanna standing tall in front of the door, looking down at her, and she shrugged her shoulders in surprise.

"Vire, you've abandoned your work and are doing something else again."

"Ah, that, this is…."

"It is irresponsible behavior."

"Yes…. I'm sorry…"

This time, Vire, who had done something truly regrettable, apologized with a sullen face and left the temple with hurried steps to do what she had to do.

"I'm sorry. She's still immature."

"It's Okay."

Carl responded indifferently to Lyanna's apology.

It wasn't that bad.

There were quite a few people who were even trying to use Lilly's death for political gain. Vire's attitude of showing sincere sorrow was a small comfort to Carl.

"Here is a letter that needs to be delivered."

That's that, and this is this. Carl passed the letter he received from Lyanna on to Catherine without reading it.

Catherine received the letter and carefully put it in her bosom to keep it from getting wet from the rain.

She was going to read it all anyway, but she made a gesture of not looking at it, at least for the sake of formality.

"Your Highness."

Lyanna looked at Carl quietly with her dark eyes that had no depth and spoke softly, moving only her lips like a doll.

"If you get too deep into the swamp, you can't get out."

It was a warning, a piece of advice, and at the same time a question to confirm the other person's intention to hold hands.

"I know."

Carl spoke again in an emotionless voice and then stood up.

"I'll let you know when I get the answer. Should I get it in person?"

"Yes, since this is a matter of concern, I will wait here."

"I get it."

Carl took Catherine and went straight out. He then met with the bloody ring finger at the place where he had just met him and confirmed the contents of the letter.

One of the estates northwest of Minardi was completely destroyed. Countless trolls poured out, devouring any living thing they could find. Up to this point, there was actually no problem.

Even though Minardi was smaller than Morgan, it was still a monarchy.

If you couldn't solve a problem within your territory, you could either send troops from the central region or join forces with surrounding territories to solve it. Minardi also had a master.

The problem was that the trolls' strength was clearly beyond common sense, just like the game Carl had encountered at Hillfin.

'I guess I crossed the line because I left it for too long.'

Although Hilpin's Noldo had been neglected for quite some time, when the newly strengthened Noldo appeared, Carl was able to subdue all of the Noldos except for the Red Mane Noldo.

Since they even dealt with the blood statue there, it can be said that they responded quickly and well, although there are still some concerns.

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