Chapter 259
“Lutan!!!”
Thud, a sound of the door hitting the wall was heard, and with that rough movement, there was even a sound of something falling down, but Yoseph didn’t care and moved forward.
“Damn it, you damned archmage!”
The magic tower is a maze-like place. Spaces are irregularly intertwined, so it doesn’t show the correct destination unless it’s the will of the archmage, the owner of the magic tower.
Bang- He opened the door of the next room, but that also wasn’t the place Yoseph wanted. Yoseph covered his head and shouted.
“Roina-nim is in danger!!”
‘I will open the door for you. But you have to find your way alone.’
It doesn’t judge on its own without its owner. That was the rule that the spirit managing this magic tower had. Fides let Yoseph in with those words. If his heart resonates with Lutan’s, he might be able to reach him, she said.
In other words, the reason he couldn’t find Lutan right now was Lutan’s will. Even if he had lost his mind, he wouldn’t allow anyone to invade. That was Lutan’s will.
‘Think of a way.’
Yoseph took a calm deep breath and glared at the door.
“How long are you going to act like a spoiled brat? You.”
This magic tower is the archmage’s space. In other words, all movements and sounds here are conveyed to him. Yoseph assumed so. That’s how this space was, from his experience.
“Roina-nim has given up everything to save you.”
There’s no time for this.
“Do you think it’s all over with saving Roina-nim just once? If you couldn’t protect her properly, you should at least get up now and take responsibility to the end.”
‘I wish I was the archmage instead.’ Yoseph struck his head, feeling that way, and shouted.
“You stupid, idiot, coward bastard!”
Haa, haa. His last cry contained almost all of his emotions. It was unusually exciting for him, and it was genuine. Was Amasto’s blood moving him this much? With that last cry, he collapsed.
If he couldn’t find the archmage, it was as good as no one being able to save her. Was she going to be handed over to the enemy again? He was desperate.
Yoseph covered his face and lowered his head. He missed her again. This time, it was as good as him handing her over to the enemy. Damn it, damn it! He struck the floor hard in frustration. He had never resented his powerlessness this much. Would it have been a little better if he had magic power? If he had been the archmage instead of Lutan… No, when she said she was going to Castrello, he should have stopped her then…
“…Noisy.”
At that moment, a low and deep voice echoed in the room. Whack- Yoseph’s head lifted. The archmage, frowning and leaning against the wall, was there, looking at him.
“Where is Roina-nim?”
With blazing golden eyes, the archmage was looking at him, filled with anger.
Thud- Roina rolled on the floor covered with a plush carpet. Before her eyes, the Crown Prince, no, Ryuhyeon with purple eyes shining in the Crown Prince’s form, looked down at her with an angry expression and spat out blood-mixed saliva. Roina also spat out what was in her mouth. A small piece of flesh rolled on the carpet. It was the Crown Prince’s severed tongue.
“If you want to push me away, then push me away, you said.”
Roina smirked. Her body was still trembling, and her desire wanted him. But with a stronger will than that, she rejected him. Contract? What did she care about a contract? She would walk the path she had chosen.
Ryuhyeon swept back his golden hair and let out a scoffing ha.
“You’re doing something quite cute.”
He put a finger inside his mouth and then stuck out his tongue. His perfectly regenerated tongue was visible.
“And it must have hurt quite a bit.”
Roina was just happy that she had rejected him, not powerlessly, and said.
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