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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈
Chapter 214: Someone’s Master (1)
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1.
My master.
My heart. My blood.
My everything in this world.
2.
Drip-
Somewhere, the sound of water dropping could be heard.
As the droplets fell, it was as if they weren't plunging to the earth but leaping into eternity. Drip. Drop. During the brief moments when the sound of water echoed, gravity seemed to evaporate, and only time flowed languidly.
"......."
I suddenly raised my head. It was only when I did that I realized I had been bowing my head all this time.
Since when had I been doing so?
What time is it now?
I'm not sure.
[Warning.]
[The target's ego is unstable.]
"Ugh."
I reflexively pressed the spot between my brows.
My head throbbed painfully.
It felt as though vomit I had been unable to expel through my mouth was floating in my brain fluid.
"Baron Gu Won-Ha?"
Just then, a soft voice was heard.
"Are… are you alright?"
Struggling, I opened my eyes and looked to the side.
A child with rabbit-like white hair was looking at me with worried eyes.
I should not know this person, yet why?
My lips easily pronounced her title.
"Yes. I am alright...... Your Grace, the Marquis."
Marquis Baek Seol-To.
Merely sixteen years old this year.
Because the previous Marquis died suddenly, shoulders far too young were forced to bear a mantle far too heavy. According to rumors within the family, they once even discussed stripping her of the title.
If it wasn’t for the care of the Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong, she might have been assassinated unnoticed…
[Warning.]
[The target's ego is unstable.]
[Trauma re-enactment will continue.]
Ziiiing-.
‘Ugh!’
Once again, my head felt like it was splitting apart.
I hastily raised my magical power. Crushing and chewing the bitter taste in my mouth, I recited a poetic phrase inside.
"Stability---together with---alleviation."
One phrase to stabilize the mind. Another to alleviate pain. And a connecting word. Upon activating a three-phrase magic spell, my headache slowly subsided.
‘Phew.’
I let out a sigh of relief.
There was no time to compose a sophisticated poem, so I hastily cobbled together some words, but fortunately, it was effective. At times like this, I truly feel like one of the top twelve mages in the kingdom.
"Are you really alright? Your face is very pale."
"......There is nothing wrong with me. Thank you for your concern."
"Really? You're sure you're not feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Marquis Baek Seol-To checked on my condition several times. Even as I reassured her, I coldly diagnosed any signs of abnormality in my head.
‘There's a problem recalling memories.’
The headache was gone. But there was a peculiar discomfort in my memory.
‘Could it be psychic magic?’
It's an unlikely possibility.
Magic that affects the minds of others is almost non-existent in the history of the kingdom.
Moreover, this place is the Grand Council Hall of the Platinum Tower.
A place where all the nobles of the kingdom gather for heated discussions.
The guards mobilized to protect the council were dazzling just to look at. The royal knights formed a formation so tight not even an ant could get in. If someone were to attempt any foolish acts here, even if they were the Dragon Emperor or Ashin, they would lose their head.
‘Perhaps it's just fatigue.’
I activated a light spell.
If the problem is blurry memories, then I'll just revive them.
"Information---Baek Seol-To---restoration."
For some reason, the phenomenon of losing my memory felt familiar. It wasn't unfamiliar. I had even prepared a plan in anticipation of such situations.
My meticulous preparations surfaced before my eyes.
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[Baek Seol-To]
Status: Noble. Marquis of the Capital.
Relation: The Viscount's sworn younger sister.
Danger Level: White.
Note: Head of the Rabbit Marquis Family. Lost her parents at a young age. Educated as an heir by her grandfather, Marquis Baek Mi-To.
Unlike her grandfather, who was renowned as a genius, Baek Seol-To had been notorious as an idiot since her days as a young lady. In the winter when she was twelve, she whipped a free citizen's child to death. Her reason was, ‘I hated seeing a child my age laughing happily with their family.’
It's presumed that her grandfather's education was quite strict. She was neither loved nor praised. Currently, she maintains a composed demeanor but craves the love and praise she missed from the Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong. She perceives the Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong as both a mother and a sister.
An ally.
No need to kill.
Strengths: [Self-awareness], [Strong ethics], [Connections], [Capital]
Weaknesses: [Freeman murder], [Child murder], [Guilt], [Helplessness], [Goodness], [Temporary regression to infancy], [Extremely low self-confidence]
Caution: Many nobles are living as dependents in the Marquis's house. Assassination is difficult.
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"......."
As I was about to feel relieved after acknowledging the information.
I blinked, feeling an odd sensation.
‘Hmm.’
Indeed, something was off.
‘Did I have such an ability?’
Most likely, the information that appeared before me were notes I had recorded myself. Traces left by my past self. Looking at them should bring a sense of déjà vu like, [Ah, I wrote that], but......
‘This is strange.’
Instead of déjà vu, the feeling of unfamiliarity only grew stronger.
Even as I thought about it at this moment, my mouth felt uncomfortable, as if there was a fishbone stuck between my teeth.
‘What's this?’
Wondering if I was under some mental distortion, I checked with magic, but as expected, there was nothing wrong... Wait a minute. Magic? Being one of the top twelve mages in the kingdom? Me? No. I don't use such vulgar language. I should speak more politely, befitting a noble......
[Warning.]
[The target's ego is being eroded.]
......That's right.
Why have I been using informal language until now?
Magic is the craft of refining language into objects. One must always be careful in handling language, at any time and place.
Even if it's just mumbling to oneself, always positioning oneself lower ensures not forgetting the awe of this world. I am certain I have walked the path of magic with such a mindset.
‘I must regain my composure.’
A thousand words accumulate to form a hundred habits.
A hundred habits accumulate to solidify into ten patterns of behavior.
And these ten patterns of behavior determine one's life.
As a mage serving the Viscount at close quarters, I must not take even a single word lightly.
"What's the matter? It's noisy."
While I was gathering my thoughts, another figure approached.
Marquis Baek Seol-To recognized her and bowed first.
"Ah. Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin..."
"You have arrived."
I too bowed my head.
"It's the last break time today. Wouldn't it be better to rest a bit more in the lounge?"
"Resting in the lounge isn't really resting. Even if I just sit there, other nobles from different factions keep glancing over."
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin let out a wry smile.
"It feels like they can hardly contain their desire to lash out at us. I'd feel better if they just openly hurled insults... I should've stayed in the council room like the Marquis."
"Ah. So, the atmosphere is a bit...?"
"Mm."
"Are members of the Banseok faction giving you a hard time?"
"Banseok faction, Naekyung faction, Religious faction, it doesn't matter the faction. They all look at us as if we're criminals. Sad to say, it’s not entirely wrong."
I quietly listened to the conversation between the Marquis and the Viscount.
Both of them are officers of our Mirror Faction.
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin in particular holds the position of chairperson, one of the faction's most important offices. Accordingly, she is also greatly favored by the Viscount.
.......
Hmm.
Undoubtedly a favored noble, it seems.
Yet, for some reason, I don't remember her.
Hesitantly, I cast an information spell.
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[Chun Heuk-Shin]
Status: Noble. Viscount of Near Capital.
Relationship: Viscount's lover.
Danger Level: Blue.
Note: Head of the Black God Viscount Family. The family that rebelled 20 years ago. The rebellion was suppressed by the Leisurely Duke, sent from the capital. At that time, Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin was the only survivor of the family.
Through this incident, Chun Heuk-Shin lost her entire family and all their retainers. She swore revenge upon the Duke of Formlessness, who had shown not a shred of mercy, and upon the kingdom.
Disappeared on her own, joining under the wing of the Black Witch, leader of the rebellion.
Received the teachings of the 'Ritual of Darkness' from the Black Witch. The exact method is unknown, but for this ritual, more than 300 people were devoured by Chun Heuk-Shin.
Just before the ritual's completion, she was captured alive by the Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong.
Afterward, she was reduced to a plaything for the Duke of Formlessness and Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong, but six months later she regained her reason and was released. Her eating habits did not change, however, so Viscount Jaa Soo-Jeong still occasionally grants her ‘feed.’
An ally.
Cannot be killed.
Strengths: [Genius], [Strong mental power], [Ascendant]
Weaknesses: [Descendant of rebels], [Cannibal], [Former criminal], [Music]
Caution: Has a highly competent assassin as a retainer.
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"......."
Still feeling that odd sensation.
I understand the information, but it's as if I'm reading someone else's notes.
‘But why did I write something like [cannot be killed]?’
Similar phrases are also in Marquis Baek Seol-To's information. Hers says [no need to kill]. This makes it seem like I'm a lunatic deciding whether people can be killed or not.
I have a normal sense of ethics.
At least, that's how I perceive myself.
It's difficult to understand why such phrases were written.
"Of course, on a day like today, we can't just sit around lamenting."
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin sighed and patted my shoulder.
Suddenly, an unpleasant emotion brushed through my mind.
‘How annoying. I wish she'd limit her familiarity. This person is always eager to show we're in the same boat. A murderer, no less. It’s pitiful seeing someone who only feels alive when mingling with their kind. Well, if she wants to find her kind, she should start searching in hell after falling there. She clings to me because she doesn't want to fall into hell. Such a nuisance.’
.......
Huh?
What?
What was I just thinking?
“Hm? Baron Gu Won-Ha, you look unwell. Are you feeling sick?”
“Y-yes. You've been looking unwell since earlier. You should really rest in the lounge, Baron.”
“……No.”
I barely managed to open my mouth. Words I hadn't even thought of flowed out on their own.
“We've already been given five breaks. Resting any more would be meaningless. The remaining issues are core to our faction, so I'd prefer to stay here as much as possible.”
“Indeed......"
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin seemed to understand me somehow.
“Today is indeed a historic day. The kingdom is welcoming a new duke for the first time in a thousand years. I too have mixed feelings.”
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin turned her head.
Marquis Baek Seol-To and I naturally followed her gaze.
“Jaa Soo-Jeong seems happy.”
In the center of the council hall.
There sat a blond noble.
No. The pose was far too coquettish to call it ‘sitting.’ The noble had her bottom planted on the floor and her cheek resting against the throne. From the throne, the king smiled as they stroked her hair.
To anyone who saw them, they looked exactly like a foolish monarch and a treacherous minister.
Showing off affection in the middle of the sacred council, conservative nobles might lament the downfall of the country.
Viscount Chun Heuk-Shin commented.
"Many nobles fled to the lounge, unable to bear watching that scene. I jokingly asked if they didn’t find the loving sight pleasant, and they all turned serious. Such stuffy people."
Are you having similar thoughts to mine right now?
Thinking alike with a murderer... I should get my brain washed.
As I pondered how to cleanse my skull, I looked at the blond noble, the most precious person to me.
"Information---Amethyst---restoration."
Then words appeared before my eyes.
Compared to others, an exceedingly concise sentence.
Yet, the most accurate words were engraved in the air.
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[Jaa Soo-Jeong]
My master.
My heart.
My blood.
My everything in this world.
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"......."
Eh?
‘My master isn't that person.’
At that moment, my mind cleared.
‘My heart's master is Raviel. What’s all this?’
No, my mind became clear.
The fog in my mind vanished in an instant.
‘Who is Baek Seol-To? Who is Chun Heuk-Shin? Where am I? Whose fucking honorific speech is this? A mage? Gu Won-Ha? A Baron? What is this, some “Lord Gong-Ja says hello” nonsense?’
I opened my eyes wide as if waking from a nightmare.
‘I am Kim Gong-Ja. Kim Gong-Ja. The King of Death of the City of Ascension, the Moon of the Ivansia Ducal Family, the Vice-Lord of the Demonic Cult, and the Companion of the Earth Spirit Tribe!’
Finally, the voice of the Tower was heard.
[The target's ego is being restored.]
[The target's ego has remained intact.]
[Trauma re-enactment will continue!]
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