Turning

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Chapter 824

"The escaped criminal's name is Hosanna. He seemed to know who you were from before, First Princess. And now, it looks like you know who he is as well. Am I wrong?"

At Kanna's words, Myra blinked in surprise.

"How could you know that... No. I guess such questions are meaningless to you."

The short-haired woman before her appeared to be a girl who knew nothing of fighting, but in reality, she was one of the Deputy Commanders of the Cavalry. Myra vividly remembered how Yuder had mentioned Kanna Wand's deceptive strength, contrary to her unassuming appearance.

While her exact abilities were unknown, anything could happen here. This thought brought calm to Myra's mind.

"Yes, that's right. I remembered having seen that person before, just a while ago."

Kanna's eyes sharpened at Myra's response.

"Understood. I'll leave the support arrangements to you."

The Cavalry members quickly divided their tasks and leaped towards the interior.

Myra watched them and then quietly asked Kanna.

"Is my story about that criminal... really that important in this situation?"

"Yes, it's important not only to us but also to the Herne family," Kanna replied without hesitation.

"The criminal seen by the princess is closely related to another dangerous criminal we've been pursuing for a long time. And that person is now inside here too."

"..."

"To confront an enemy, one must thoroughly understand them. Our Commander has been constantly seeking information about these individuals. And now, I believe I can obtain some answers from you, First Princess."

"But all I know is..."

"Weren't there some words spoken secretly to you by our Commander at the funeral earlier? Do you remember?"

"...That was..."

Myra's eyes widened. Kanna was right. Just before the funeral officially began, while she was talking with Kishiar, he had casually mentioned something to her.

'He asked about the lord of Conkachista, the recent happenings there, and the fire incident. He said it might be related to the person they're pursuing... I was planning to discuss it in detail after the ceremony…’

"That question must be related to Hosanna. We believe Hosanna and another criminal whom he followed were people who had been imprisoned in that place for a long time and had escaped. To be precise, he was a bastard son born of a noble and his servant."

Myra felt her breath stop.

The imprisoned bastard son and his servant.

Wasn't that the very story she had just been contemplating?

"Hosanna had a double oath placed on him to prevent him from speaking of his origins, a powerful, illegal double oath. We couldn't get more information because of that, but we suspect that the place where they were confined is related to the Herne family."

"A double... oath..."

Myra had never seen such an oath in person, but she knew the nobles often secretly obtained them for unspeakable, secretive affairs.

And she also knew how horrific the consequences could be.

"In preparation for any eventuality, I have placed an oath on him so he cannot even utter a word about the Herne family. No one can guess who he is," the nobleman from the distant past had said, driving Myra out with an indifferent face and voice. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine, and Myra squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again.

The young man from the southern country, who, despite his limping leg, had started to run away as soon as he saw her.

Thinking about his connection to today's funeral now seemed foolish.

The fact that her father's forgotten bastard son was here, and that the chapel's glass had shattered during the funeral, felt like divine retribution upon the Herne ducal family.

Kanna was right. The information they were about to share would undoubtedly be important to both the Herne family and the Cavalry.

"I'm beginning to believe... that the criminals the Cavalry is searching for are indeed the ones I know," Myra murmured with a pale face, clasping her hands tightly.

"Long ago, I learned that my father had a bastard son of southern descent. I don't know much, but every detail I remember matches exactly what you've said," Myra conveyed all she knew to Kanna. She suppressed the reluctance and shame of voicing her family's disgrace deep within her heart. In return, she heard from Kanna about a man named 'Nahan' and the life he had led.

He was practically a monster born from the sins committed by the Duke of Herne and those who knew yet did nothing to stop him.

Had there ever been a day when she despised being born in Herne this much?

After exchanging information, Myra turned without hesitation and ran towards where the Duke of Herne was.

The chaos from before, combined with the sleet, had left many carriages in disarray.

Among them, the Duke of Herne's carriage stood askew, its wheel off. The drenched servants and soldiers were in disarray, shouting until they spotted Myra and cried out in surprise.

"First Princess? His Grace the Duke is currently...!"

"Move aside."

Myra strode determinedly towards the carriage she did not wish to approach, gripping her garment so tightly her hand turned white.

By right, the Duke of Herne should have been responsible for any incidents at Ashrav's funeral. Yet, the Duke was safely hidden inside the carriage, while the Cavalry and Duke Peletta struggled to manage the situation.

Even this moment, spoiled by the sins that led to the birth of his other son, was his doing.

As Myra pulled open the carriage door, a wave of hot air hit her. Inside, the Duke of Herne, his eyes downcast in boredom, and a half-naked woman atop him turned their heads with heated eyes.

The woman was Lady Yellen, Ashrav's mother, who had spent the ceremony shedding tears and wailing.

"How dare you, First Princess!"

"Is this appropriate behavior at your son's funeral?"

Before Lady Yellen could retort, Myra raised her hand with cold eyes.

"Leave."

Lady Yellen involuntarily shrank under Myra's gaze. For the first time, the First Princess she had watched grow up seemed terrifying. Trying not to show her cowering, she grumbled loudly, but her fearful eyes betrayed her. As Lady Yellen straightened her clothes and left, the Duke of Herne asked.

"What is it?"

"..."

"Do you plan to join forces with Peletta and try something?"

"Father, do you remember that among your many children, there was a man born of a southern woman?"

The question was sudden, but the Duke of Herne answered without fluster.

"Well, I don't consider bastards as my children. And as of today, all my sons have perished and are in the arms of God."

"I see. That man is here now. Do you have anything you would like to say to him?"

"What strange things you say. That can't be."

"Why? Because you burned him to death?"

At Myra's retort, the Duke of Herne frowned.

"Where did you hear such a thing…,"

"Father. I no longer care whether you choose me as your successor or not. I don't want to live striving for your recognition anymore. So, although you might not like it... I have decided not to just stand by and watch you leave in this carriage today, despite the name of Herne. That's why I came here."

"What?"

"The head of the Herne family must stay here until everything is settled. That's the least we can do for everyone working hard here. If you won't do anything, at least watch."

Myra stepped out of the carriage. The soldiers looked at her with anxious eyes.

She scanned them and found the knights of Herne loyal to her.

During her rivalry with Ashrav, Myra had naturally gathered her own people. They might not have wielded much power within the Herne family, but in terms of pure skill, they were among the best soldiers.

Myra, who had called upon those who couldn't guard the inside of the chapel during today's funeral due to their lower rank, issued her command in a cool voice.

"Seal off this carriage immediately. Herne will fully support the Cavalry and the Imperial Army until today's matters are resolved. Until then, no one from the Herne family shall leave."

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Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

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By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'