Turning

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Chapter 825

"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."

Amidst the murmuring of the soldiers, Duke Herne erupted into laughter, seemingly incredulous.

"Oh dear, Myra, it seems I've allowed you to grow up not fully understanding your place. I am the head of this family. Do you think it's possible to restrain the head with just a few soldiers? And even if you manage to hold your ground, what difference does it make?"

"It makes a difference. A great deal."

With those words, Myra gazed down at her father with a cold look in her eyes.

"It makes a difference when the one who should bear responsibility does not turn away. You might not understand, always staying in the background."

During her journey here, after speaking with Kanna, Myra contemplated Duke Herne, the man she called father, and the image she had of him.

Previous Dukes of Herne, due to short lifespans and health issues inherited through generations, often recuperated in the south. However, none spent as much time secluded in their own space as the current Duke. Nor was he particularly involved in caring for the south.

Duke Herne always maintained a step back in all matters. Observing from a distance, seemingly uninvolved, he would unexpectedly deliver a striking remark at the least anticipated moments.

His method of handling everything cunningly and ambiguously, yet selfishly, was evident during the selection of Crown Princess for Keilusa, where he pushed a candidate from another family to secure his own gains.

People were always fearful of his unpredictability. Myra too once believed there must be some reason behind it.

As the number of early deaths in Herne increased, it seemed natural that the Duke would focus on preparing a successor. People thought that doing this well was sufficient for a Duke of Herne. Myra tried to believe this, despite her dislike for her father, remembering she must earn his recognition to become his heir.

She had always suppressed her desire to resolve every issue herself, considering it a reflection of her inexperience and immaturity.

However, meeting visitors in the south and experiencing many events, Myra started to see clearly what had always troubled her.

Duke Peletta Kishiar La Orr resolved the southern issues Duke Herne had long ignored in just a few days by confronting them directly. He was not ashamed to take action himself. The mere presence of a responsible leader changed many things.

Duke Herne could have done the same, but he chose not to. Not for any profound reason. Myra coldly realized that her father simply turned his back on every problem, hiding in safety, fulfilling only his own desires.

Was there any reason to admire someone who has never stepped forward for anything?

Myra thought of her father, that man, as nothing more than a coward.

Unlike Duke Herne, who did not favor Myra's approach, Duke Peletta had fully made Myra realize through their cooperation that her way was not at all clumsy, that she was capable of moving the entire south.

How shocking and astonishing this realization was, no one could possibly know.

The power held by Duke Herne, the head of the family, was indeed tremendous.

However, it was Myra who had tirelessly worked for the people of the south over the past years, truly representing 'Herne'.

To Duke Herne, Myra might have been just a regrettable tool, unused and lucky to survive, now audaciously eyeing his position. But to most people in the south, Myra was dearly loved. And she had always strived to respond to the love they had shown her.

Even those who disliked her had to admit that she had worked hard enough to be considered a legitimate contender for the next Duke, dedicating herself to the south.

The time had come to show the weight of what she had built herself.

Standing atop the steps descending from the carriage, Myra surveyed her surroundings. In addition to the people from the Herne Family, many others had not yet left.

Most of them were ordinary people from the south, who had come heartbroken at the news of the death of the son of House Herne. They had come to pay their respects, unaware of the chaos that would unfold, and now, unable to leave, stood enduring the pelting sleet, their hearts heavy with the unfinished funeral.

Those who couldn't even enter the chapel for the ceremony, of too low status to offer condolence money, had come to pray for the deceased.

Myra raised her voice to address them.

"Brave souls who love the blue seas and harsh deserts of the south, I am Myra El Herne, the First Princess of Herne. I know many of you were startled by the sudden events that interrupted the funeral of the Second Prince Ashrav earlier."

"Is that Lady Myra, the First Princess?"

"It’s true! It's the First Princess. I saw her once before."

"What is she saying?"

At first, her shouts were muffled by the sleet. But as the murmuring crowd quieted, Myra's voice began to resonate and spread more powerfully.

"Currently, the Cavalry, His Highness Duke Peletta, and many others are working hard to prevent further incidents and to handle the intruders. I, as well as His Highness Duke Herne here, will naturally join in this effort."

"Myra...!"

Duke Herne, seated in the carriage, called out her name sharply from behind, but she did not stop speaking.

"We will stay here until everything is resolved and Ashrav's funeral is completely concluded. I promise to do everything possible to ensure that no one is harmed or killed, to honor Ashrav's final journey."

Her disheveled hair fluttered in the wind. Her black mourning clothes, stained and torn, might have seemed unsightly, but those watching her didn't feel they were dirty or shabby.

In that moment, she was the true heir of a family representing the south.

"However, we need your help to do this. To ensure that Ashrav's funeral does not end in loneliness or get interrupted midway, please stay and watch over us to the end. Lend us your small acts of attention and help for a swift resolution!"

As Myra's impassioned plea came to an end, a brief silence fell. However, this silence was not filled with a cold air.

Soon after, a tremendous wave of support and shouts erupted around the carriages of House Hern.

"We will help!"

"What can we do?"

"How can we leave first, knowing all that the First Princess has done for Charloin! That would be absurd."

Most of the ordinary mourners hardly knew why they had been evacuated in the first place. But now, there was no longer any sense of unease.

The previously chaotic atmosphere had suddenly become orderly, filled with a peculiar fervor. The people of the south had never before seen the entire House of Herne taking direct action in such incidents, and they were much more encouraged by this fact than they had expected.

Myra, looking at the cheering crowd, turned her head. She smiled slightly at her father, who was staring at her blankly, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Weren't you the one who said a few soldiers couldn't hold you back?"

"..."

"Now, you can't leave, can you? Watch and see what I do."

In a usual situation, Duke Herne's words might have overturned Myra's influence, as they had earlier. But not this time. The ordinary people outside, while plain, were also the entirety of the south that supported House Hern.

At the moment Duke Herne's face contorted, Myra didn’t wait for a response and closed the carriage door. She swiftly descended the steps and ran towards General Gino and Kanna in the distance.

"The situation outside will soon be under control. Let us know if there's more that Herne can do to help!"

—

At the same time, outside the temple where many had evacuated.

Kiolle da Diarca sat hidden in a secluded corner, clutching his head in agonizing pain.

"Why... why do I have to go through this here...?"

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Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

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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.

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'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.'