The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin

Chapter 295: Unwanted Help (3)

“What did you just say?”

Sian’s eyes were as sharp as a well-honed blade.

To think the youngest sibling, who had shown endlessly gentle eyes only to him, was now looking at him with such sharp and edgy eyes.

For Ellis, the tension only heightened.

“I said let’s stop here. You don’t need to strain yourself anymore. You can live proudly with the people you cherish. No one will blame you. I’ll make sure of that.”

However, she did not yield and declared her intention firmly.

Ellis genuinely hoped Sian would stop there.

She wished that he would stop staining his hands with blood and live a human life from now on.

But,

“What do you think I’m going to do after all this?”

Sian had already shown, through his gaze, that he had no intention of doing so.

“Whatever it is, it will probably involve sacrificing you under the pretext of protecting everyone. Knowing that, how could I let you go?”

Struck to the core, Sian fell silent.

His eyes evaded to the window.

Ellis did not continue speaking, waiting for Sian to open his mouth.

“I’m not saying I haven’t thought about quitting. I’ve thought about it being pointless several times.”

Sian revealed his sincere feelings that he had experienced thus far.

“But you couldn’t put it into practice, could you? I understand. There was no one to replace you. But it’s different now. By your side, now there’s me….”

“I hate the idea of my sister sacrificing herself for me anyway. I’ve told you repeatedly. I want you to live your life, not caring about the family or anything else. That’s why I gave you a second chance at life.”

Whether it’s this person or that person,

why is everyone so eager to sacrifice themselves for having saved his life just once?

Sian truly couldn’t understand.

Humans are selfish, self-centered creatures, after all,

Sian desperately hoped that the people around him would finally realize their instinct and live their lives for themselves.

“I leave my brother in your care for now, sister. When I return to fetch him, I ask that you hand him over willingly. If you truly care for me, you must do so.”

This was a declaration under the guise of a request.

No matter who came to stop him, Sian could not possibly give up on the devil named Eshael.

With those words, Sian turned around and slowly headed toward the door.

“For how long do you intend to sacrifice yourself?”

With a poignant look, Ellis appealed to Sian.

“I never thought of it as a sacrifice.”

Sian, holding the doorknob, looked back at her one last time.

“All of this is just a part of the process of moving forward to live.”

With these words, Sian left the room, and Ellis helplessly gazed at the door through which he had gone.

‘Really, such a stubborn younger brother.’

After a moment of silence, the voice of Marian echoed in her head.

“It feels bitter. Not that it was unexpected, but….”

Ellis wiped her tears and calmed her heart.

‘So. What are you going to do now? You know, I have to return to Pruina. I can’t stay with you any longer.’

“Yes, I understand. I can no longer rely on you, Marian. Thank you for all the help so far.”

‘…’

“…”

‘If you have a request, don’t hesitate, let’s hear it quickly.’

“Di-Did you notice?”

Ellis scratched her head with an awkward smile.

‘I’m doing this not for you but for myself, so I can leave in peace after solving this one last thing.’

After a moment of hesitation, Ellis spoke with a resolved and firm expression.

“Then, please allow me to meet Lord Aquanis.”

‘…’

At that, Marian stopped for a moment as if struck.

Ellis herself seemed to realize the magnitude of her statement, with a single drop of sweat trickling down her cheek.

“To face a deity?”

Marian’s voice sharpened as she asked.

* * *

The blue light of dawn.

Hastia had arrived at the meeting place before the designated time, gazing at the beautiful curtain of dawn.

Sian appeared right on the dot.

‘Have you come?’

Hastia greeted him with a bright smile.

However, noticing Sian’s unhealthy pallor, she quickly becameConcerned.

‘Is something wrong? You look unwell.’

Instead of an answer, Sian scrutinized Hastia from head to toe.

Then, suddenly, he took off the cloak he was wearing and draped it over her.

‘Sian, what’s this for?’

“If you go out like that, you’ll get cold.”

It was a considerate gesture, concerned that Hastia’s scant clothing would leave her cold.

Hastia, who showed a moment of dazed surprise, soon burst into laughter.

‘Did you forget that I’m a White Elf? There is one thing I’m confident about more than you, Sian—it’s bearing the cold! You don’t have to worry about me!’

“Really? Then give it back.”

As Sian tried to take it back, Hastia quickly clutched it.

‘No! Once given, who takes it back?’

She then joyfully rubbed her face against the cloak, laughing pleasantly.

Sian watched her with a look of disbelief.

Soon, their journey to Pruina began.

Before departing, Sian glanced back at the Bert Ducal Residence, seen in the distance.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

From the beginning to the end, he never wanted help.

He didn’t want someone stopping him under the pretext of offering help.

As always, moving forward and bearing the burden alone was what he wanted,

which Sian never doubted.

* * *

“What are you saying? The young master visited only to leave right after?”

Brian could only nod in place of an answer.

Without hesitation, Emily grabbed his collar.

“Have you gone mad, Brian? Even if that’s the case, how could you not tell him about what’s happening in the empire now?”

“It’s an order from Princess Arin, isn’t it? Besides, the master also asked us not to say anything until he left.”

Grasping someone’s collar in vain wouldn’t change anything.

With a helpless expression, Emily reluctantly asked.

“Then, did he at least say where he’s going….?”

Brian responded by shaking his head, not with words.

Hasn’t it always been this way?

Sian had never properly informed anyone when he was leaving or returning.

“He must have gone to Pruina.”

In the midst of the ongoing heavy atmosphere, Lunab, who was in the room with them, spoke up.

“If he has taken Hastia with him, there’s only one place he could have gone. Her homeland and realm of the White Elves—Pruina.”

“For what reason?”

“That’s something we can’t know since the party concerned has not spoken. However, the fact that he left without speaking means he doesn’t want our help at all.”

“It seems everyone’s in a rush to handle things on their own,”

Set stretched his back, sitting up with a cynical laugh, seemingly fed up with Arin and Sian’s obstinate actions.

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While everyone was lost in thought, holding their chins, Lunab rose from her seat abruptly.

“Where are you going, junior?”

“To the Kingdom of Garam.”

“Are you… going back to your homeland?”

“No. I’m heading out to request assistance myself.”

Everyone blinked twice in unison.

“If everyone takes the initiative on their own, why shouldn’t I?”

Lunab shrugged as if to say, “What’s the problem?”

“Stop worrying and do what you feel like doing.”

“But….”

“Anything is better than just wrapping your head with your concerns and doing nothing.”

With those words, Lunab left the room.

“Our junior really is on another level, isn’t she?”

Set also left the room with a meaningful smile.

Left behind in confusion, Emily and Brian didn’t know what to do initially,

“……”

But it seemed they realized what they needed to do, as their dark eyes slowly began to brighten.

* * *

-Wooong

Along with a clear sound, a radiant aura began to take form above the clouds.

The aura soon transformed into the splendid shape of a holy sword, showcasing its noble presence, with the presence of its creator, the God of Light, Lumenidel, watching over it.

Acknowledging its creator’s presence, the sword glowed anew.

Soon, the spirit of Durandalark materialized and knelt before him.

“I am unworthy, Lord Lumenidel….”

The deity gently stroked the head of her who was seeking forgiveness.

“You are quite wet.”

She appeared as though she’d fallen into water, with droplets falling from all over her body.

“Thank you for summoning me once again. That false savior who twice spurned the chance you granted has been banished by me to the abyss.”

“What wrong did he do? He simply crumbled under a power too great for him to bear.”

Yet Lumenidel did not utter a word about saving him.

“I’ve been thinking. Why have such things come to pass? This world should have been properly ordered under my followers, but somewhere along the line, it began to deviate.”

Mutants who could not adapt to the flow were bound to arise anywhere.

But now, the power these mutants revealed was increasingly slipping beyond what Lumenidel had contemplated.

“I haven’t found the reason yet. But I do know the solution. Do you know what it is?”

“Please tell me. What is it?”

“It’s simple. Just rewind everything back to the beginning.”

“Rewind, you mean?”

“It wouldn’t be bad for you either, Durandalark. I will return you to the arms of the master who used you best.”

“Lord Lumenidel! You mean…!”

Durandalark’s face was immediately filled with joy and gratitude, realizing Lumenidel’s intent.

“But currently, isn’t he sealed beneath Pruina’s eternal snow? Even for you, Lord Lumenidel, unsealing him directly…”

“Who said I would unseal him?”

“Then?”

“I shall let the key, who has been under my protection until now, unlock that seal.”

A smile slipped on Lumenidel’s face as he spoke.

“The reason humans are frail is that they possess emotions. When emotions crumble, the vessel holding their power cracks, and in the end, it shatters. I will completely destroy that mutant’s emotions. Since he is determined to be human, this will be a despair he cannot overcome no matter what.”

No matter how strong a human’s spirit is, it’s futile.

This is poison that is inevitably fatal to any human,

And on the complacent faces of those preparing that poisonous blade, blossoms of joy were blooming.

(To be continued)

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