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"D-Duke?"
"Eek!"
"My goodness…"
Early in the morning, Whitney returned home in a carriage after leaving the mansion without an escort, claiming he had urgent business.
As he arrived, Sasha—who had been sweeping the yard with the other maids—widened her eyes in shock.
"Good morning, Sasha."
Beside him stood an unfamiliar girl.
"W-Who is she…?"
Sasha hesitated, trying to ask cautiously.
But then, her words trailed off.
It wasn't because she recalled Whitney's chilling advice to suppress her curiosity.
It was because the girl standing beside him was in such a pitiful state that Sasha could hardly bear to look at her.
Her pale face suggested she hadn't eaten for days.
Bruises and wounds were scattered across her body.
And most strikingly, her empty eyes had lost all light.
She looked eerily similar to the version of Sasha that sometimes appeared in her nightmares—the one locked in the basement of the mansion after making a grave mistake.
"A-Ah… Yes, I can see that she's in quite a state."
"Y-Yes, she is…"
"So, could you help me out a little?"
Help with what, exactly?
Was he asking her to fetch torture tools?
A flood of gruesome thoughts momentarily flashed through Sasha's mind, making her squeeze her eyes shut.
Fortunately, Whitney's request was nothing of the sort.
"First, help her wash up and treat her wounds."
"..."
"There are plenty of empty rooms in the servants' quarters, so she can use one of those."
"A-Ah…"
"And make sure she eats something as well."
"..."
"She has a lot of work ahead of her, after all."
It was a much more reasonable request than Sasha had feared.
Still, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling in her chest.
Where exactly had her master picked up this near-dead girl?
And what kind of work was he expecting from someone in such a dire state?
"…I'll do my best!"
Of course, Sasha had just received a private lecture in the carriage under the guise of a personal conversation.
So, she swallowed all her questions and forced the brightest smile she could muster.
"Oh, and one more thing…"
Whitney's next words made that smile falter.
"When you wash her, don't touch her shoulders."
"…What?"
"She's a little sensitive there."
The girl visibly flinched at his words.
However, the reaction of the other maids standing beside Sasha was even more dramatic.
"See? I told you—there's no way this is a casual relationship."
"Shh! Do you have a death wish?"
But even they didn't react as strongly as Sasha did.
Unlike them, she had the unfortunate knowledge—thanks to her troubled upbringing—that slave brands were usually imprinted on the shoulder.
'Forget it. Forget it. Forget it…'
Now pale as a ghost, Sasha muttered those words repeatedly in her mind as she took custody of the dazed and vacant-eyed Runiel.
*****
'She should be somewhat recovered by now, right?'
A week had passed since Runiel arrived at the mansion.
When I first took her from the slave market, her condition was far worse than I had anticipated.
I had been genuinely worried.
But after a week of Sasha and the maids tending to her with great care, she should have regained at least some of her health.
However, my real concern was not her physical health.
It was her mental state.
Alfred had been sulking, saying he was too ashamed to face the Count, but after calming him down and receiving a report, I found out something unsettling.
Runiel's expression had not changed at all since the day I first saw her in prison.
Well, considering her past and the humiliations she had suffered, it was understandable.
Even I was struggling just to avoid becoming a fallen noble.
But she had already lost her noble status.
She had been branded as a slave.
Under such circumstances, no amount of luxury or kindness would be enough to heal her spirit.
'But it's not like there's no solution at all.'
Unfortunately , I couldn't immediately remove the slave brand on her shoulder.
Not only did removing it require a high-level magician, but the brand also contained traces of dark magic.
That meant I would need either a cardinal from the Holy Kingdom or a white mage as powerful as my father.
The former would likely get me tried for heresy, while the latter would never cooperate with my family, who were essentially their rivals.
So, until my father returned, it was impossible.
Of course, if I could do it myself, that would be ideal.
But after that nerve-wracking incident at Lady Meredia's tea party, I knew better than to attempt it until my research was complete.
Given the circumstances, there was only one option left.
'I just need to solve the root problem instead.'
If I could restore the one thing that defined her very existence—something that would render the slave brand meaningless—then she would no longer be bound by it.
Of course, if that were so easy, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
Nor would she have earned the nickname 'The Emperor's Hound.'
But I knew the truth.
I knew why she, once hailed as a sword prodigy, had been unable to wield a sword again.
And I also knew how the Emperor had solved that problem for her.
Now, it was time to show her that solution.
"Sasha, are you there?"
"Yes!"
Since I needed to call Runiel, I stood up and called for Sasha, and her immediate response echoed down the hallway.
She's been working way too hard lately—I hope she doesn't end up getting sick.
"Could you bring Miss Runiel here?"
"Ru-Ru, Runiel is actually right here next to me."
I was about to say something about her overworking herself, but then Sasha peeked her head out from the door and answered with a confused expression.
Had she already carried out my request before I even said it?
That seemed a bit excessive, even for someone as enthusiastic about work as Sasha.
"Y-You said that once she got better, she should start working as a maid…"
"Aha."
For a moment, I was puzzled, but Sasha's words made everything clear.
I wouldn't be able to keep it a secret forever, but for now, it was best to conceal the fact that Runiel had become my sword.
If word got out that I was the one who had helped her wield a sword again, it could cause unnecessary complications, given my current lack of power and influence.
For now, I intended to keep up the appearance that I had kindly taken in a homeless girl as a maid.
Apparently, the command I had given to support that deception was already being carried out.
In any case, it seemed that her body had fully recovered.
That meant I could proceed with my plan without hesitation.
"Are you adjusting to your work?"
"…Yes."
After sorting out my thoughts, I approached Runiel, who was sweeping the hallway in a maid's uniform, and asked.
Her lifeless response came back immediately.
"You should try to sound a bit more lively…!"
Sasha, watching nervously from the side, poked her in the ribs and murmured something, but Runiel only lowered her head and kept her vacant expression.
"I'm sure Sasha is taking good care of you, but if anything is too difficult, let me know."
Feeling sorry for her, I stepped forward slightly.
At the same time, I thought about whether I could somehow weaken the slave mark on her shoulder and patted her gently.
"Ugh."
But as if my white magic and the slave mark had reacted to each other, Runiel winced in pain, her expression twisting.
Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand.
"Well, anyway, that's not the main issue right now…"
For some reason, I felt like I had done something unnecessary.
I should just get to the point—
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Just as I was about to speak with an awkward expression, Runiel suddenly swayed unsteadily.
"Are you okay?"
"…I apologize. I'm fine now."
Fortunately, Sasha was right there to catch her, so nothing serious happened.
But she still looked pale.
This didn't seem to be a lingering effect from her time in the slave market.
It was probably 'that' problem.
If so, talking to her now would be too much.
"I'm glad to hear that, but for now, just get some rest."
"Thank you…"
"When you're feeling better, come to my office quietly, even if it's late at night."
So, as a sign of consideration, I leaned in and whispered softly.
"I have something important to discuss with you."
Runiel, who had been staring at me blankly, suddenly lowered her head in silence.
"...Understood."
Seeing how drained she looked, I was about to tell her that we could talk tomorrow instead.
But before I could, her subdued voice came first.
It pained me to feel like I was pressuring her.
But for her sake, I had to move quickly.
"Sasha, could you help—?"
"Eek! I didn't hear anything!"
"…What? Never mind, just help her to her room."
"Y-Yes!"
Watching Runiel lean on Sasha's shoulder as she walked away, I let out a quiet chuckle and turned around.
"Well, today will be the last time she wears that expression."
"I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear anything…"
Lately, I kept hearing strange mutterings.
Was it just my imagination?
*****
That night, in the Lingard estate, shrouded in darkness—
Most of the household was already asleep, leaving only one person quietly walking down the corridor.
That person was Runiel Mistilane.
Over the past week, thanks to Whitney's care, her body had significantly improved.
But her steps, leading her toward the office on the top floor, felt unbearably heavy.
"…Ugh."
She continued walking, but the maid uniform she was wearing—something she had never worn in her life—felt suffocatingly tight.
Of course, kind-hearted Sasha had made sure it wasn't uncomfortable.
It wasn't the fabric that was constricting her.
To Runiel, the uniform itself was a suffocating symbol of her new reality.
But this was just the beginning.
If what was coming next was worse, the discomfort of this outfit would be nothing in comparison.
The boy who exuded an aura of pure dread hadn't spent a fortune to buy her just to make her do chores.
There were nobles who took pleasure in forcing fallen aristocrats to serve them.
But Runiel had no such delusions.
She didn't entertain the faintest hope that she had been purchased for something so trivial.
No matter what happened, her life was already in ruins.
This was merely the moment when her fate would be decided.
So, before she was completely broken, she could only hope that her past as a knight would make her valuable enough to be sent to some dangerous battlefield instead.
That was the most hopeful outcome she could imagine.
"Come in."
When she finally reached the office, a familiar, gentle voice called from inside.
Creak…
The same bone-chilling presence she had felt when she first met him in the prison now filled the room.
But there was no other choice.
Runiel clenched her teeth and pulled the door open.
"I've been waiting for you."
At the desk, Whitney sat with his chin resting on his hand.
"You didn't push yourself too hard to come here, did you?"
"…No."
"Haha… That's a relief."
As their eyes met, Whitney's already narrow eyes curved into an even thinner smile.
Seeing it, Runiel's body involuntarily trembled.
The way the moonlight from the window illuminated his smile—it was powerful enough to make even someone like her, who had survived life-and-death battles, flinch.
"Well then… shall we get to the main topic?"
Even as the tension built, she remained still.
But the moment Whitney finally got to the point, she clenched her eyes shut.
"There's only one thing I want from you."
She braced herself.
No matter what he did to her, she wouldn't show the reaction he wanted.
No matter how much he humiliated her, she wouldn't let him see any satisfaction in it.
"Pick up a sword again."
And just like that, her resolve shattered instantly.
"And become—"
"Impossible."
She had thought she no longer had the strength to react.
But before she knew it, her empty eyes were blazing with fury.
"If I could still wield a sword, I wouldn't be standing here in front of you like this."
No matter how broken a dragon's horns and scales were, they always had a fatal weak spot.
For Runiel, that weak spot was the sword.
"You can do whatever you want with me. Enjoy yourself."
Clenching her teeth, she spat out the anger she had been bottling up.
"But if you mock me by bringing up the sword again, I swear I will—"
"What if I told you I know how to make you wield a sword again?"
Whitney's expression hadn't changed at all.
His calm words left Runiel momentarily speechless.
"What?"
"To be more precise…"
And in the next moment, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What if I told you that I know how to restore your completely burned-out mana circuits?"
Her body trembled—far worse than before.
"Would you be willing to give everything for that?"
But this time, it wasn't out of despair.
Nor was it from Whitney's ominous presence.
"…If that's true."
It was because, in her endless abyss of hopelessness, she had caught a glimpse of a faint light.
"I'd give you my soul."
"Ah, no need for that. But anyway…"
For that chance, she would do anything.
"Then we have a deal."
Even if it meant selling her soul to the devil himself.
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"Well, since it looks like we've settled our positions…"
Whitney, who had been watching Runiel with interest, noticing the life returning to her eyes after a long time, got up from his seat and spoke in a low voice.
"Shall we move now?"
"…?"
Runiel, who had been engrossed in the tiny hope she had just found after being trapped in despair for so long, couldn't help but feel puzzled upon hearing those words.
If they had to move elsewhere, why did Whitney ask her to come here alone at dawn in secrecy?
Unless there was a hidden passage in the room, which seemed unlikely on the top floor, there seemed to be no reason for such secrecy.
"Ugh, there we go."
"…!"
But before she could dwell on her doubts, Whitney casually pushed the bookshelf behind her, quickly resolving the mystery.
— Rumble…!
The bookshelf, which had been slightly pushed, began to move slowly to the side, revealing a hidden dark passage leading downward.
"This is…"
"It's nothing special. It's just a passage to a basement prepared for emergencies. It became obsolete when the mansion was remodeled, but it turns out it's finally coming in handy."
Whitney's explanation about the clearly suspicious secret passage seemed oddly plausible.
There were quite a few eccentric nobles who were so obsessively concerned about safety that they built secret passages and traps in their mansions.
Even without such paranoia, most noble estates had at least one or two hidden escape routes for emergencies.
However, the passage, gaping open like the mouth of a beast, didn't seem to be intended for a simple escape route.
'…Is that the scent of blood?'
Otherwise, there wouldn't be a faint metallic smell seeping up from the depths of the passage.
Though it was subtle enough that an ordinary person wouldn't notice, Runiel, who had crossed the line between life and death multiple times, was certain it was the smell of blood.
"What are you doing? Are you not coming in?"
Yet, despite that, she didn't feel the urge to run away.
Instead, realizing that Whitney had not just been talking but had actually prepared something, her heart pounded even harder.
Of course, there was always the possibility that a trap awaited below, but that no longer mattered to her.
She had already been betrayed countless times by those who once reached out to her, breaking her heart beyond repair.
One more betrayal wouldn't make a difference.
In other words, she had nothing to lose.
"Alright, we've arrived… but before we go in, let me say something first."
With that in mind, she silently followed Whitney down the increasingly blood-scented passage.
"Don't be too surprised, okay?"
Yet, when Whitney casually added that remark and opened the door to the basement, Runiel couldn't help but gasp.
"This isn't some kind of dark ritual of a black magician."
The moment the underground chamber was revealed, she saw a massive hexagram covering the entire floor, reeking of blood.
***
"Hmm, this is why I asked you to prepare yourself in advance… I guess a more detailed explanation is necessary."
I felt a little sorry for Runiel, whose face had gone pale as soon as she stepped inside, but to be fair, I also had my own grievances.
Until a few days ago, I had no idea this place even existed.
When I mentioned needing a hidden location away from prying eyes, Alfred hesitated for a long time before revealing this place to me, looking ashen.
Had he not done so before retiring, I might have never discovered it.
In any case, this chamber had been left unmaintained for quite some time, and given the experiments conducted here over the past few days, even I found the atmosphere unsettling.
However, if one understood the principles behind the magic circle on the floor, there was no reason to be afraid.
"It may look gruesome, but using blood in rituals is a traditional method even within the Holy Church."
In truth, black magic and white magic share common roots, as both deal with souls, differing only in process and outcome.
Some might misunderstand this to mean that black and white magic are essentially the same, but that's not the case.
That slight difference determines whether the ritual requires a human sacrifice or not, and whether the result is a blessing or a curse.
The distinction between wicked black magic and righteous white magic is clear in that regard.
"For reference, the blood used for the magic circle is from a cow. So please, stop looking at me like that."
I did feel a little sorry for Hans, the stableman, who had been sobbing over the death of a cow he had raised for years.
But survival takes priority, doesn't it?
Besides, if Brown—the beloved cow Hans lost—could see Runiel picking up her sword again, he would surely rejoice from beyond the rainbow bridge.
"Well, if you're still uneasy about it…"
"I'm not blaming you for anything."
Just as I was about to add a few more words, sensing that Runiel still doubted me, she cut me off with a cold voice.
"If this can help me wield a sword again, I wouldn't mind drawing hundreds, no, thousands of these circles for you."
"Uh… at that rate, there won't be a single cow left in the empire…"
Sensing that she had misunderstood something, I tried to correct her, but she interrupted me once more, her voice sinking even lower.
"So, explain."
Her tone was calm, yet her eyes burned intensely in the darkness, sharper than ever before.
"What must I do here to wield my sword again?"
What mattered most was her determination.
Now that I had confirmed it, there was no need for further explanation.
"Well, it's nothing too complicated. I've already finished all the preparations."
With that, I pointed to the center of the magic circle, my voice soft but firm.
"All you have to do is walk to the center of the circle and stand there. I'll handle the rest."
Though I made it sound simple, today's ritual was anything but easy.
If I weren't a die-hard fan who had memorized the entire game compendium featuring obscure and forgotten magic formulas and rituals, and if I hadn't learned how to handle souls for the sake of my family's white magic studies, it would have been impossible to recreate this ritual devised by the emperor himself.
Even for the emperor, it had taken multiple attempts before succeeding, making the ritual incredibly straightforward compared to its high level of difficulty in design.
And the method?
It involved engraving a refined mark onto Runiel's soul to replace the mana circuits that had already burned out within her body.
Simply put, it was like slicing open one's flesh to carve out blood vessels.
In short, it was madness.
'But it works.'
Do you know how an undead—specifically a lich—manages to use magic?
No matter how much mana their phylactery contains, a lifeless body cannot conduct mana.
However, in order to use magic, there must be a circulatory system that allows internal mana to be projected externally when needed.
Since a lich has only bones left and cannot use a mana circuit, they resolve this by engraving spells onto their soul.
In other words, by embedding mana directly into their soul, they can use magic without needing mana to flow through their body.
Of course, such an act is likely to cause immense damage to the soul and involves excruciating pain akin to having one's entire body torn apart.
Since this pain is not physical but directed at the soul, even liches can feel it fully.
However, being steeped in black magic, they develop a high resistance to soul-related pain, and since they are already dead, they do not have to worry about dying from shock.
Still, even some liches cannot withstand the torment inflicted upon their soul and end up crumbling apart.
If an ordinary person were to attempt such a reckless act, they would either lose their sanity before the ritual was complete or have their soul shattered entirely.
Therefore, for Runiel, who is still categorized as human, this ritual was designed to gradually engrave the spell over multiple stages to prevent excessive strain on her soul.
Even though the pain itself cannot be reduced, sequentially inscribing the spell through multiple steps can significantly improve stability.
Even so, not even the emperor who devised this ritual was certain of its success.
Despite finally uncovering the long-hidden secret of how liches use mana, she remained skeptical about applying the same method to a living human's soul.
'But Runiel will pull it off.'
I know this for a fact because I've read her past story in detail from the game's supplementary lore book, where she was an immensely popular character.
The emperor, who explained all of this to Runiel just as I've organized it in my head, gave her a choice.
And Runiel, upon hearing that she could wield a sword again, chose to engrave the spell without a moment's hesitation.
Even though the process was divided into stages, she endured the agonizing pain that even liches failed to withstand and ultimately succeeded.
However, perhaps due to the sheer severity of the pain, the remnants of her emotions—already faint—were completely extinguished, and she became nothing more than the emperor's killing machine.
But this time, things might be a little different.
I've spent the past few days refining the ritual, and I have something in mind.
"So, you're saying that if I endure extreme pain in exchange for my soul, I will be able to wield a sword again?"
"Hmm, it's slightly different, but… let's just say yes."
Since it was about time to proceed with the ritual, I gave Runiel a brief explanation of the process, but it seemed she still didn't fully grasp it.
Well, considering she had spent her whole life focusing solely on the sword, understanding complex magical systems might be difficult for her.
Still, at least she understood the most important part—that she must endure the pain.
That's what matters most in this ritual—her willpower.
"Let me know when you're ready. This will be an extremely painful experience, so take your time to mentally prepare—"
"I've been ready for a while."
Yet, as the moment of the ritual approached, I felt as if I was more nervous than Runiel, who had already steeled herself.
Did I really manage to reproduce the emperor's ritual correctly?
Will the 'contingency plan' I prepared work?
"Well then, let's begin."
Countless worries rushed through my mind in an instant, but after taking a deep breath, I silently infused mana into the magic circle on the floor.
— Ziiiiing…
In that fleeting moment, a blinding red light erupted, followed by a thick, acrid smoke filling the dark basement.
"Ugh!?"
The next instant, Runiel's expression twisted in agony.
"Kh… Ugh…!"
"Hmm."
By now, she was probably experiencing the sensation of her nerves and organs being shredded apart by sharp blades.
I wanted to use a pain relief spell, but since it was her soul being torn rather than her body, it would have been useless.
At this point, all I could do was trust in Runiel's obsession with the sword and the transcendent willpower that stemmed from it.
"Th-This… is nothing…!"
But despite my expectations, though she initially stumbled as if regaining her balance, her legs eventually gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.
"This is unfortunate."
Seeing this, I couldn't help but frown and mutter to myself.
"…This is far below expectations."
I had worked hard to replicate the ritual, but it seemed that the quality of my magic circle was significantly inferior to the one created by the emperor, who had access to limitless resources and manpower.
Thankfully, the ritual itself was proceeding correctly, but the problem was time.
Not only was the pain far more intense due to the lower-quality magic circle, but the process was taking longer than usual.
At this rate, even someone like Runiel couldn't be guaranteed success.
"There's no other choice."
Of course, I had no intention of just sitting back and watching this situation unfold.
I had anticipated this outcome from the start, and if I hadn't prepared a countermeasure, I wouldn't deserve to call myself human.
Alright. Time to use my contingency plan.
"Not… yet…!"
"Whoa—"
As I took a step toward the magic circle, preparing to intervene, Runiel's piercing voice suddenly rang through my ears.
"I can… still endure! Just a little more time…!"
Collapsing from pain, struggling on the floor, she lifted her head with sheer effort and desperately pleaded.
"I… I will meet your expectations…!"
"No, that's enough. You've done plenty."
Her willpower was truly admirable, but forcing herself to endure more pain in her current state was nearly impossible.
Even with the emperor's superior ritual, her emotions were erased in the process—if she continued enduring my inferior version, it wouldn't just erase her emotions, it might take her life.
That's why I needed to implement my contingency plan immediately.
"I-I'll do anything. If my soul alone isn't enough—"
"…What?"
"Then I will offer this world to you…!"
That's why I ignored her words and stepped into the magic circle, but suddenly, her voice, now trembling in fear, became even more urgent.
"P-Please… just one more chance…"
What in the world is she talking about?
I'm not some demon lord planning to claim the world.
I have no intention of giving something and then cruelly taking it away.
"I am only trying to assist with your ritual—"
"Ah…"
I scratched my head, feeling like I needed to clarify things, but—
— Drip…
"…Oh dear."
Despite holding out until the very end, clenching her teeth and enduring the pain as her blood vessels burst in her eyes, Runiel ultimately lost consciousness, a trickle of blood leaking from her nose.
'She's truly remarkable.'
Her clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, and her entire body was still twitching and convulsing from the lingering pain.
Even so, she never uttered a word of surrender until the very end.
Truly, she was relentless.
However, no matter how tenacious she was, any further strain on her soul would be dangerous.
Even now, while unconscious, her soul was undoubtedly still in torment.
So, it was finally time to execute my contingency plan.
"Hoo…"
But now that the moment had arrived, I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding like crazy.
After all, the plan I had come up with was just as crude and reckless as the ritual itself—if not even more dangerous.
"I never thought I'd actually have to do this."
The method was simple yet extreme: using a hidden spell embedded in the magic circle beforehand, I would transfer the pain inflicted on Runiel's soul to myself.
It was a technique inspired by the paladins, the pillars of the Holy Knights, who redirected curses and damage from their allies onto themselves while distributing the blessings they received to their comrades.
With this, I could stabilize Runiel's ritual for certain.
Of course, there was the minor issue that until the ritual was complete, I would have to endure the full brunt of pain, as if my own flesh were being torn apart.
'But I've been through worse in my past life.'
Not that I wanted to remember it, but pain was something I had grown used to from countless experiences in my previous existence.
Besides, I was never the type to make someone else endure suffering on my behalf.
If I did, it would probably haunt my dreams until the day I died.
This was the right choice, even if it was troublesome.
Honestly, though, a part of me just wanted to live a peaceful life.
Why was I putting myself through this kind of suffering?
'But if I can get Runiel on my side, my future will be smooth sailing. This is definitely worth the investment.'
She had already bought me enough time, so I just had to endure the rest of the process.
And besides, what was the point of regaining her sword if she lost all her emotions in the process?
I wasn't sure if this would work, but at the very least, I hoped she wouldn't lose her ability to feel joy.
— Ziiiiing…!
On a side note, people often forget this, but—
A leader must bear the weight of responsibility.
"Ugh…!"
Then again, now that I think about it…
Maybe this responsibility is a bit too much?
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She simply wanted to hold a sword again.
"M-My mana! My mana…!"
"Damn it! Stop the ritual now!"
At the knighting ceremony, which should have been the happiest moment of her life, the ritual failed for some unknown reason. All of Runiel's mana circuits burned away. Since then, she had struggled, thinking only of that moment.
Of course, it wasn't easy.
The people who once praised her as the greatest prodigy in history turned their backs on her without hesitation. The sponsorships that once poured in every day stopped as if they had never existed.
Even the empire's most renowned doctors shook their heads in firm refusal. The family that once showered her with love eventually abandoned her, unable to bear the astronomical costs of meaningless treatments.
AdvertisementPrivacy SettingsBut at that time, Runiel still believed she could turn everything back.
However, the world was never kind to a naive girl who knew nothing but the sword—especially when she could no longer wield even that.
Fraudulent "experts" approached her, promising to restore her mana circuits. Swindlers, disguised as benefactors, burdened her with crushing debts, exploiting her desperation.
In the end, the moment she received an official letter revoking her noble status, delivered to the shabby inn where she barely managed to stay, she finally realized the truth.
As a knight, as a noble, and even as an ordinary girl—she could no longer dream of any of those futures.
From that point on, she was fated to fall endlessly, reduced to a miserable existence lower than even commoners, lower than mere peasants.
And that realization became clearer every time—when she was sold at half price, like defective merchandise at a slave market; when she swept the dust in an unfamiliar hallway, dressed in the uniform of those who once served her; and when she was summoned to her master's room at dawn, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She was no longer the proud knight Runiel Mistilane.
She was now nothing more than "Item No. 167" of the slave market, a mere decorative maid whose only worth was in her fallen nobility.
From now on, her life would consist of holding a broom and a rag instead of a sword, and pleasing her master instead of upholding a knight's oath.
Yes, that was the life she had resigned herself to…
*****
"Gasp…!"
Runiel opened her eyes wide, gasping for air. Instinctively, she pushed herself up to sit.
"Hah… Hah…"
She had been unconscious for some time. Her mind was still hazy.
Although the unbearable pain that tormented her moments ago had vanished, her muscles still screamed in agony, unable to forget the suffering. Her sweat-drenched clothes clung to her body, weighing her down.
Unable to fully lift herself, she gasped for breath, scanning her surroundings. Soon, she realized she was alone in a basement.
"…Ah."
As she stared blankly, a memory flashed through her mind—Whitney, looking down at her with disappointment, muttering that she had failed to meet expectations.
"…So, this is the end."
Considering that, the ritual had likely ended in failure. She was deemed useless and abandoned here.
"…?"
Lowering her head in despair, her eyes caught sight of a note lying on the floor.
With nothing else to do, she unconsciously picked it up and skimmed the neatly written letters.
"You lost consciousness during the ritual, so I couldn't tell you in person, but I have good news."
Time seemed to freeze. Her body stiffened.
"The ritual was successfully completed."
The note, undoubtedly left behind by Whitney, carried an overwhelming weight.
"Of course, your body hasn't fully recovered yet. You will have to endure this pain several more times."
By now, her body should have been trembling from mana reflux.
But instead, she had already sprung to her feet. Other than the lingering pain, her body felt startlingly normal.
"However, starting today, you will be able to wield mana again."
Only Runiel's hands, gripping the note, trembled violently.
"Rest for a while, and when you regain your strength, come to my office. We will continue our conversation then."
Her gaze landed on the final line of the note.
"Congratulations on wielding your sword once again, Miss Runiel Mistilane."
The note slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the ground.
P.S. The front door of the basement is not in use, so please use the back door connected to my office."
That small postscript, written at the bottom, went unnoticed by Runiel, whose mind was already reeling.
Step, step…
Without sparing another glance at the note, Runiel staggered forward.
She had heard countless lies before—empty promises that she would be able to wield a sword again.
But this time, something was different.
With each passing second, she could feel it—the changes in her body, the faint traces of the glorious past she had once lost.
No matter how much she felt it, it wasn't enough.
For years, she had desperately wished for this moment, seeing it only in dreams night after night. She couldn't be at ease until she saw it with her own eyes.
"I need to check… Right now…!"
That was why Runiel, using what little strength she had left, forced open the long-unused front door of the basement and started moving forward.
The passageway, neglected for years, was filled with dust, dark, and damp. But fortunately, at the far end, a faint light welcomed her.
It was a small, fragile sliver of light.
But to Runiel, who had been trapped in darkness for so long, that tiny light seemed blindingly bright.
—Creak…
Almost unconsciously following the light, she reached the end of the passage and gripped the handle, pushing it upward with all her strength.
At that moment, sunlight far brighter than anything she had seen before engulfed her.
"…Ah."
Squinting slightly from the brightness, Runiel stepped outside and quickly realized she was standing in the middle of the Lingard estate's garden.
"Kya! Kyaaah!"
"Wh-Who…?"
The gardeners tending the estate and the maids fetching water gasped in shock at her sudden appearance.
But Runiel paid them no mind as she frantically scanned her surroundings.
Her clothes were loose and disheveled, covered in dirt, dust, and dried sweat. Her entire body reeked of blood.
"Isn't that… the one the young master bought—no, brought in a week ago?"
"I saw her sneaking out of her room alone last night…"
The maids, worried by her disheveled and battered appearance, watched her anxiously.
But Runiel's focus was elsewhere.
"…Where is the sword?"
Right now, only one thought consumed her mind—she had to hold a sword.
Sasha, her instructor, had said that the knights had locked the training grounds while away on a mission. The estate's armory was only accessible to authorized personnel and caretakers.
AdvertisementPrivacy SettingsThat left only one place where she might be able to get her hands on something even remotely similar to a sword.
"W-Where are you going?"
"Sh-Should we follow her?"
As Runiel staggered toward the mansion, the maids, watching her uneasily, widened their eyes and hurried after her.
"Wait, hold on…"
"Move."
A few of them tried to stop her, but at the eerie, chilling look in her eyes, they instinctively shrank back, stepping aside.
"Yes… this place…"
Runiel, having entered the mansion without resistance, finally arrived at her destination—the kitchen.
Trailing a line of people behind her, she scanned her surroundings with hazy eyes before muttering under her breath.
"Found it."
The next moment, before anyone could stop her, her hand shot toward the kitchen's storage rack.
—Shing…
A sharp kitchen knife landed firmly in her grip.
The maids, who had followed her inside, froze in place.
"…Ha."
How much time had passed?
"Hah… Hahahaha…!"
The chilling silence that had settled over the kitchen was broken by an eerie, chilling laughter—so unsettling that it seemed impossible that it came from Runiel's own mouth.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
As the others stood frozen, overwhelmed by her sudden outburst, Runiel suddenly collapsed to the floor.
"Haha! Hah… Haha…"
Her twisted expression bore a crazed smile, her eyes brimming with ecstasy.
Even as she laughed like a madwoman, hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
"…Whitney Lingard."
At the hoarse, cracked voice escaping her lips, the onlookers flinched.
But no one dared to approach the trembling girl who had sunk to the floor.
"If this is the price of selling my soul to you…"
Because of that, no one noticed the faint glimmer of energy in her hands, hidden behind her hunched-over form.
The aura that wrapped around the small kitchen knife was as faint as the light that had guided her through the basement passage—so fragile it seemed like it could disappear at any moment.
But this was precisely the hope Runiel had longed for, yearned for, over the past few years.
"…Then I will gladly become your sword."
If it meant she could wield it again, she would willingly sell even her soul.
"…Come to think of it, last night, when I went to the restroom, I thought I heard screaming."
"S-So… that wasn't a stray cat…?"
"Shh! We know nothing."
Of course, the maids, who had no idea of the real situation, sighed in relief when Runiel quietly set the knife down.
That was how the rumor that would later be known as the "kitchen suicide incident" began to take shape.
"I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I know nothing…"
Thanks to that, Sasha—who had been peacefully making sandwiches in the kitchen—ended up cowering inside a basket, tears welling in her eyes.
AdvertisementPrivacy SettingsUnfortunately for her, there seemed to be no way to clear up the misunderstanding.
*****
"Ugh, I almost went into shock from the pain."
Idly rubbing my ear, which had suddenly started itching while processing documents in my office, I shuddered as I recalled the pain I had felt just hours ago.
'I thought I was already used to pain, but this was beyond anything I imagined.'
If I hadn't shared the pain with Runiel, I might have been completely done for—game over, just like that.
Well, forcibly opening a mana passage within the soul should be painful. That much was expected.
Still, the thought of having to share this pain several more times made me sigh heavily.
"But, well… It can't be helped."
Considering the future events I had to survive, this was actually quite the bargain.
And honestly, it felt incredibly rewarding as a veteran player to have pioneered a route that no one else had ever succeeded in before.
It was a statement that made me sound like a complete game addict, but this was my reality now, so I had no reason to hold back.
And really, was 8,500 hours of total playtime even enough to be considered an addiction?
—Knock, knock, knock…
"Come in."
Just as I was about to shift my attention back to the mountain of paperwork, lost in my ridiculous thoughts, I heard a sudden knock at the door.
"Alfred, I've been thinking… Don't you think the amount of paperwork has gotten out of hand lately—Runiel?"
I had assumed it was Alfred, ready to vent about the absurd amount of documents piling up. But the person who stepped inside wasn't him—it was Runiel.
Her gaze, compared to the past week, had become astonishingly clear.
Still, she should have been feeling the aftereffects of the ritual, right?
For reference, my entire body was still sore as hell.
"You've already recovered your strength? You could've rested a little longer…"
I was about to express my concern, worried that she might be pushing herself too hard, when Runiel's calm voice cut me off.
"I have a question."
Her expression was so serious that I couldn't help but pay attention. But her question turned out to be almost laughably simple.
"What is it that you want from me?"
I almost wanted to laugh.
That was easy.
All I wanted was to gather a dream team—a group of overpowered characters who had been notoriously difficult to recruit in the game. A team that would guarantee my survival and a peaceful life.
And with Runiel now secured, I had already achieved a major part of my goal.
"What I want? I've already gotten it."
I answered with the friendliest smile I could manage, meeting her gaze.
But Runiel remained silent, standing motionless as she stared at me.
"Honestly, I'm in a bit of a dangerous position, so I need a reliable bodyguard—"
"I understand."
Just as I was about to explain further, making sure she fully grasped my situation, Runiel suddenly spoke with conviction.
"Then, I shall swear an oath."
"…Huh?"
Before I could fully process her words, she was already kneeling on one knee before me, her head bowed in solemnity.
"To enemies, judgment and retribution. To captives, mercy and goodwill. To honor faith and uphold dignity in the face of trials."
Wait. That's… the knight's oath.
"I, Runiel Mistilane, swear to bring only victory and glory to my liege."
She had altered the traditional oath slightly—replacing "evil" and "the weak" with "enemies" and "captives"—but that wasn't the issue here.
The issue was that she had declared, without hesitation, an oath that should only be sworn to a single master for life.
"From this moment forth, Whitney Lingard…"
As I stared in stunned silence, Runiel lifted her head and gazed at me with unwavering resolve.
"I swear to be only your loyal sword and tool."
Of course, having Runiel pledge such absolute loyalty to me was great news.
A knight's oath could only be made by the knight's own will, without coercion or threat, and once sworn, it was unbreakable by the knight themselves.
AdvertisementPrivacy SettingsThis meant she had pledged lifelong, unconditional loyalty to me.
Furthermore, under imperial law, a knight who swore an oath became the legal possession of their liege, with their mana completely bound to them.
There was a reason why a knight's oath was jokingly referred to as a "legalized slavery contract" among the nobility.
But there was a problem.
Because of the mana binding effect, anyone capable of sensing mana would immediately know that she now belonged to me.
Runiel's recovery wasn't yet complete, and considering the upcoming events and potential complications, keeping her revival a secret for now would have been ideal.
I had told her to rest and return later specifically so I could propose the oath to her myself once everything was fully settled.
But now? Everything was completely out of my hands.
"Uh, maybe we should hold off on that for a bit—ah."
I tried to stop her in a hurry, but for some reason, the oath had already been completed.
Wait.
Could it be…?
Had my earlier response been interpreted as acceptance, triggering the oath and linking our mana automatically?
Damn it.
This was why I needed to be careful with my words when dealing with contracts and rituals.
"I hope you use me well."
Completely oblivious to my internal panic, Runiel looked up at me with a small, quiet smile.
For some reason, there was a faint trace of… something almost wicked in that smile.
But I had no time to dwell on that. My mind was already overloaded.
"For now… please stay out of sight and focus on recovering. I'll figure out what to do next—"
"Y-Y-Young Master!"
Just as I was about to handle the aftermath of this mess, Sasha burst in, her face pale with terror.
"L-L-Lady Meredia wishes to see you…!"
"…Hmm."
As if the situation wasn't already chaotic enough, now this?
"Well, I suppose that works out. Let's set up a meeting, then."
I tried to maintain my composure and approach the situation rationally.
But then—
"A-Actually… she's already waiting in the mansion's garden."
'…I'm doomed.'
Hearing that, I finally surrendered.
I never expected everything to go according to plan, but this was a bit much.
The only small consolation was that at least the final boss—someone who could erase me from existence with a snap of her fingers—didn't harbor any hostility toward me.
AdvertisementPrivacy Settings"Also… she asked me to deliver a message…"
"What is it?"
"If you can't come up with a convincing explanation for the documents you submitted last time, y-you should prepare yourself… in every sense."
"Runiel, how about we go for a walk in the garden?"
Screw it. I was beyond caring at this point.
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For nearly a week after the unexpectedly eventful tea time with Whitney, Meredia had been on edge, filled with irritation and displeasure.
It wasn't just because of Whitney's ambiguous marriage proposal, but also due to another incident that got under her skin.
That's why, until just a few minutes ago, when she personally arrived at the Count's estate, Meredia exuded such an intense aura that the maids who welcomed her could barely pour tea properly.
"It's been a week since I last saw you in person, Lady Meredia."
Just as she was about to take a sip of the precariously poured tea, Whitney entered the garden with his usual unreadable smile and leisurely gait, sitting across from her.
AdvertisementPrivacy Settings"If you had informed me of your visit in advance, I would have given you a more proper welcome."
"Ha."
Right beside him, as if it were the most natural thing, stood a young girl, causing Meredia to let out a hollow laugh, momentarily forgetting her anger.
"You really have a talent for surprises."
Though she was dressed in a convincingly proper maid outfit, Meredia immediately recognized the girl standing close to Whitney.
Runiel Mistilane. The youngest Gold-ranked knight apprentice and the winner of the 83rd Imperial Youth Swordsmanship Tournament, a competition filled with formidable contenders, including the imperial prince and the eldest son of Duke Embergreen.
However, due to an unfortunate incident during the knighthood ceremony, she had fallen overnight from a rising star to the tragic subject of imperial gossip.
Yet, the girl standing next to Whitney now bore none of the despair captured in the newspapers.
"I thought you had some twisted hobby of buying fallen nobles to use as slaves, but this is even worse."
From afar, Meredia had her suspicions, but now that they were closer, she could clearly sense the resonance between their mana.
The intensity of the resonance suggested that Whitney had performed more than just one type of ritual, but the important part was that the once prodigious swordswoman Runiel had regained her mana.
And more significantly, she was sincerely loyal to Whitney.
A 'vow' could not be coerced or tricked, meaning it was undoubtedly Whitney himself who had restored her mana.
"I'll give you credit. Whitney Lingard, you truly are quite capable."
As that realization settled in, the irritation that had built up over the past week slowly gave way to curiosity.
Had he not crossed the line with that marriage proposal, she might have found his unpredictability more fascinating than infuriating from the start.
"As I said before, if we can find common ground, we could be excellent partners."
Moreover, if an unexpected turn of events could work in her favor, Meredia was inclined to be quite generous.
"However, I can't just let this situation slide."
"Huh?"
But Meredia's judgment on whether the man before her would be an asset had not yet concluded.
"I distinctly requested a private meeting with you."
"Ah, well…."
"And yet, you dare bring a bodyguard—no, a sworn knight, at that?"
The very reason she had arrived unannounced at the Count's estate was to determine this for herself.
"Not to mention, you proposed to me just a week ago?"
In an instant, a suffocating pressure descended upon Whitney and Runiel.
— Rumble…
Meredia had merely released a fraction of her suppressed mana, yet no one in the garden could remain standing properly.
"Hmm, this seems to be a misunderstanding…."
"No, that's not the point."
Whitney alone, sitting in front of her, maintained his balance, albeit with a troubled expression.
"The important thing is that I feel insulted."
"Ahaha…."
As Meredia narrowed her eyes and whispered coldly, even Whitney could only offer an awkward smile before falling silent.
"And so…."
Even as she subtly raised her assessment of Whitney for withstanding her pressure head-on, Meredia prepared to increase the intensity further to uncover his true intentions.
— Crack…
At that moment, Runiel, who had been wavering beside Whitney, suddenly clenched her teeth and fixed a fierce gaze upon Meredia.
"Withdraw your presence."
In the next instant, she grabbed a knife from the tea table and, in the blink of an eye, aimed it at Meredia's throat.
A deathly silence fell over the garden.
"Oh?"
The unfortunate maids, caught in the middle of this escalating disaster, paled and shut their eyes tightly.
However, Meredia herself simply curved her lips into a smile, gazing at the girl who had just pointed a weapon at her.
"You can still move under these conditions?"
"Kh…."
"Your body doesn't seem fully recovered, yet you're quite impressive."
As she tilted her head slightly and spoke in a low voice, cold sweat formed on Runiel's forehead, even as she kept her blade at Meredia's throat.
"I remember watching you utterly crush my brother's pride in that tournament. It was quite the spectacle."
Despite Runiel's refusal to lower her weapon, Meredia's smile deepened as she murmured in a gentle voice,
"Have you considered becoming one of my subordinates?"
"I refuse."
"Ha!"
The instant Runiel gave her immediate answer, Meredia's lips curled all the way up to her ears.
"You'll regret it."
"That's for me to decide."
At that moment, the atmosphere in the garden was hurtling toward an unpredictable climax.
"Miss Runiel, and Lady Meredia."
Just then, Whitney, who had been silently observing the situation, suddenly grabbed Runiel's arm and spoke.
"Let's stop here."
At his words, everyone's gaze, including Meredia's and Runiel's, focused on him, and an eerie silence filled the garden.
"If something were to happen, it would be a disaster, wouldn't it?"
Only Whitney, inappropriately cheerful for the situation, tried to soothe the two as if placating them.
***
'What the hell is this mess?'
Even though I had barely managed to speak up in the suffocating atmosphere, my hands were still trembling uncontrollably.
'To think things escalated this much while I was unconscious for a moment.'
The moment I opened my eyes after fainting from Meredia's murderous aura, I was greeted with a spine-chilling scene. It would be strange if my hands weren't shaking.
Even though I had internally chanted a white magic spell to amplify my mental strength, it had ultimately been insufficient to prevent me from passing out.
Had I been standing, I would likely be sprawled on the ground like the maids by now.
But no matter how tense the situation was, I had to prevent things from spiraling further out of control.
"Miss Runiel, please go inside the mansion and rest. I'll continue my conversation with Lady Meredia."
If a slaughter were to break out in the garden, the poor maids would just end up with more work.
"Understood."
Thankfully, despite the suffocating killing intent, Runiel, who had been holding a knife to Meredia's throat, obediently withdrew at my words.
She gave me a slight nod before walking quietly toward the mansion, her posture noticeably drooping.
She looked pitiful, like a hunting dog that had disappointed its master, but there was no way a dull tea knife to the throat could restrain Meredia.
Besides, my purpose for bringing Runiel here in the first place had already been achieved, so there was no need to further provoke Meredia.
"Lady Meredia, could you also withdraw your killing intent?"
"Is that an order?"
Alright, now it was time to talk my way out of this.
With nothing else at my disposal, my mouth was my most effective survival tool.
"How could I possibly order you? I only wish to clear up some unnecessary misunderstandings."
"Is that so?"
At those words, Meredia tilted her head slightly, and the overwhelming pressure in the garden eased just a little.
"Then explain yourself."
As I took a moment to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead with my sleeve, she fixed her gaze on me, her voice carrying an icy command.
Her expression remained as chilling as ever, but the faint gleam in her gemstone-like eyes was, at least, a hopeful sign.
According to the knowledge I had accumulated as a former gamer, that gleam indicated that Meredia was more intrigued than enraged.
And that was the only lifeline I had to escape this situation.
"First of all, I had no intention of threatening you, Lady Meredia. Even if every person in this mansion were to attack you at once, you might be in trouble, but I doubt they'd be a real threat to you."
"Hmm."
"And if Runiel's presence offended you, I apologize, but if I had any ulterior motives toward you, I wouldn't have brought her in front of you so openly."
Meredia's ruthless nature was well known, but few understood that she actually enjoyed unexpected situations and challenges.
Having grown up obtaining everything she desired, she found straightforward and easily readable people dull, and she despised those who feared her.
"I merely wanted to demonstrate how useful I could be to you, Lady Meredia."
"..."
"Runiel has already sworn loyalty to me, so she can never become your sword, but if we join forces, she can still be a valuable ally."
The very reason I had brought Runiel here was precisely for this.
Ideally, I would have preferred to keep her a secret, but if I was going to be in the same boat as Meredia, Runiel would eventually have to reveal herself to her.
And if that was inevitable, it was best to use her presence as a diversion to redirect Meredia's irritation.
Of course, that gamble had nearly resulted in the garden being drenched in blood, but risks were a part of any bet.
"You're conveniently leaving out the fact that you've accomplished something unprecedented—restoring a shattered mana circuit."
But it seemed Meredia was more focused on me rather than Runiel.
"Haha, well, that's something you could achieve with a bit of research yourself, Lady Meredia."
"Don't joke. If word of this got out, the entire magic academia would be in an uproar."
I had simply copied the Emperor's ritual from the game's lore.
If Meredia, who had studied mana theory since she was five, started questioning me about the ritual, it would only be a matter of time before she uncovered the truth.
"Alright, I'll speak plainly from now on. I want to join hands with you, and I'm willing to meet most of your demands."
"I'm glad we share the same thoughts."
To my immense relief, it was Meredia who shifted the conversation first.
"But tell me, what the hell is with that damn marriage proposal?"
She had been speaking in a much calmer tone than before, but the moment she asked the question, her expression turned genuinely curious.
That was when I finally realized it.
"Are you seriously considering marriage with me as your goal?"
The biggest reason she had come all the way here was to ask that question.
"Of course, I was so captivated by your beauty at first sight that I simply had to propose—"
—Hoooom…
"…Just kidding. I only did it because it was the easiest way to deceive others."
Sensing that we were finally getting to the heart of the matter, I had attempted to lighten the mood with flattery.
However, the instant Meredia's gaze turned icy, I swiftly changed course and launched into the explanation I had prepared in advance.
"I heard you've been under a lot of stress lately regarding marriage and proposals. Of course, no man would ever be worthy of someone like you, but…"
"Get to the point."
"…Your goal is to become the head of your house, correct?"
That was what I said, but in truth, even the game never fully revealed her true objective.
In most routes, stopping her from becoming the final boss was the primary focus of the story, and even in a game-over scenario, there was never a clear answer about what happened next.
"For now, let's say that's correct."
As expected, Meredia gave an ambiguous response.
That was somewhat disappointing, but I had never expected to uncover her true goal so easily anyway.
Besides, that wasn't what was important right now.
"In that case, I will serve as your shield."
"And what exactly do you mean by that?"
For the sake of my crumbling family, for my younger sibling's bright future, and above all, for my own survival—
I was about to propose something that no player had ever attempted before.
Or rather, something that no one had ever been able to attempt.
"Starting from this very moment, for as long as you wish."
And perhaps this proposal would shake not just Meredia's fate but the entire world's timeline.
"I will marry you and become the son-in-law of the duchy."
Of course, that was only if Meredia didn't kill me on the spot after hearing those words.
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