Chapter 128
He poured the purple liquid from his palm somewhere. Expecting it to fall to the floor, the liquid instead followed a stream barely visible in the darkness.
‘That underground water… it existed here even back then.’
It was the water source once used in the Duchy castle.
“This will be very interesting.”
The silver-haired man spoke without smiling.
But finally, the strength drained from Cassius, who had been enduring in a hazy state. The boy slipped into a sleep lasting over a hundred years, and Eugenie’s view of the memories came to an end.
* * *
Darkness filled her vision, but light leaked through a pinhole gap. The moment her body and mind were pulled from old memories back to the present was disorienting as always.
“…Eugenie, wake up! Eugenie!”
“Hah…!”
Especially when someone supporting her body urgently called out. The drowsiness instantly vanished at the desperate voice.
*What… what happened?*
Eugenie looked around stiffly with her neck.
The same place as a hundred years ago, but rusted and worn beyond comparison.
She returned to her present point in time. The person holding her and cradling her face was none other than her childhood friend.
“Are you awake? Are you okay?”
“Cough, ah, Carter.”
Had her intelligence degraded from leaving the old memories behind? Carter was officially her husband now, but what surprised her most was the expression on his face as he looked down at her.
‘Did I ever know he could make that face…?’
Carter was always kind and smiling warmly toward Eugenie, and when annoyed, he masked it with a bitter smile. She had seen it countless times since childhood.
“I’m glad… you’re…”
But she’d never seen Carter look frightened before. His face was pale as if on the verge of tears.
Before she could fully see it, Carter pulled her into a tight embrace. Her heart, which had frozen in surprise, began to beat again.
“Ugh…”
Wasn’t he supposed to be a priest confined indoors? But he was good at both lovemaking and shooting, he had incredible strength. She worried her muscles might be crushed if she stayed trapped in his arms.
“Ugh, I’m fine…”
“…”
“I really am. Carter.”
Eugenie awkwardly but sincerely patted Carter’s back.
Normally, she’d say something like, ‘Why are you acting like this? Let me go before I break,’ but she felt she had no right to speak coldly to Carter, especially seeing him like this.
Though she was unfamiliar with patting his back, Carter flinched at the touch.
“…Are you really okay? Did you hit your head when you fainted?”
“No. Ouch.”
Not from hitting her head, but maybe from using a lot of magic.
A severe muscle ache like riding a bike up a mountain for two hours hit her. But it was just soreness, with no immediate threat to her breathing.
As she regained clarity, memories just before seeing the ‘secret’ naturally came back—Cassius grabbing her wrist, Carter and Percival calling her.
Most of all, the person inside the sealed container, enduring pain to be awakened—
“Wait, Carter. What about Cassius? Percival? The one in the seal—”
“The Duke has gone mad.”
“What?”
Carter turned his stiff face over his shoulder. Only then did Eugenie realize he was holding her, hiding behind a large rock protruding from the laboratory floor.
Peeking out from behind the rock, she understood why Carter held her close and hid.
“The Duke is like that right now.”
“Gasp…!”
Of course, she knew about Percival’s condition, and the image of a black dog always lurking behind his neck haunted her thoughts.
‘But!’
Who could have ever imagined that he would really transform into a gigantic black wolf?
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