# 105
“Oh……”
“Huh?!”
Dearyn, who had been dozing off for a while, was suddenly awakened by Sirius' moans.
Sirius, who had been writhing in a fit in the First Prince's Palace, was only sleeping after moving to the Third Prince's Palace.
Sometimes he moved and spoke unintelligibly, but all night long he had a high fever and slept as if he were dead.
Dearyn spent the night by the bed watching him.
Dearyn's physical strength, which had been exhausted by the use of great holy power, could not bear to stay up all night. As dawn came, she fell asleep without realizing it.
Finally, she fell asleep leaning on the bed.
Now that she had been awakened by Sirius' moans, it had passed from dawn to morning.
“...Arren...”
Sirius' eyelids twitched slightly.
Dearyn held Sirius's hand tightly.
“Sirius… No, His Highness Prince Charendias.”
Dearyn reluctantly tried to repeat the formal title, and called Sirius by it.
Even a simple cold raises the temperature before recovery, especially in the stage in which the disease begins to withdraw, which is the most difficult.
The memories trapped in his head for ten years were attached to him. It will be accompanied by pain equivalent to the release and return of these memories.
Now, that final critical stage has arrived.
Just as some people die of a cold, Ceres may not be able to bear this last pain.
“Just try to be patient. Please.”
Dearyn pleaded as she held Sirius's hand.
Sirius's hand, which was burning hot, moved slowly. Despite her unconsciousness, she was looking for Deyarin's hand and holding it.
Even if her hand was in pain and almost shattered, Deyarin was patient.
If her hand was the only thing Sirius needed right now, she would give it without hesitation.
Not because he's a prince, but because he's Sirius.
From her heart, she wishes him a happy life.
“…arin, di, ar…”
“I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. It's okay...”
Deyarin was repeating things to herself endlessly.
She extended her hand, which held nothing, to caress his head.
Its sacred power, which had been exhausted, had not yet returned, but it had exhausted everything that remained of it, as if it was squeezing it to the last drop.
If Sirius returned safely even just this way...
“If only he returned safely...”
Suddenly, Deyarin was surprised by the idea that finally occurred to her.
Will he really be okay?
Now, Ceres will no longer be Ceres.
What if she met Prince Charendeas with a strange, smug look looking down at her?
Dayaren felt her heart boiling with anxiety.
“Why do I feel anxious?”
When I thought about it, the feeling of anxiety was funny.
She was the one who wanted to restore Sirius' memory.
She thought that the prince, like any young nobleman, would be supported, and that it would be easy to let him go.
But when she realized that Sirius had become a prince, far beyond what she could ever be, everything changed.
Would that prince look at her with a dry look, as if he did not even see a small fly lying next to him?
“Then this is better.”
This was better.
She prayed for the prince's safety, and came to live her life safely in the temple until she died.
She will hold a senior position in the temple.
You won't have to wander around battlefields, you won't have to do trivial chores.
These chores will be left to the regular temple followers.
She would end her day by eating delicious food without straining herself to use holy power, and have a truly happy life.
She wouldn't have to fight a crazy dog trying to bite her neck every day, and she wouldn't have to exert her strength on that strange dog that explodes every now and then.
There is no fear that he will do something stupid or get into trouble because of a strange woman.
Because he is a prince.
Of course there are princes' own difficulties, but they are not something she can help him with.
Deyarin is no longer valuable to the prince.
knock.
She heard the sound of something falling on her chest.
“I'm worthless.”
It was not easy to accept this.
Lack of value means lack of existence.
But Dayarin quickly shook her head and expelled these thoughts.
Who will truly be valuable to the prince?
This is better.
As she prayed, the mad dog turned into a young nobleman, and even a prince.
More than just a noble, but a great prince, and that's much better.
“Dyaren...”
Soon, it wouldn't be long before he spoke her name.
She must be patient until that time comes.
She took Sirius' hand again, just like at the beginning.
Sirius groaned and moved his head slightly.
Deyarin does not know what storm is sweeping through his mind now, it is invisible to her.
“Oh……”
Like wool that had long been reared and turned grey, Sirius' memories began to unravel piece by piece as separate threads.
“Whoever stays behind dies.”
“Why did you leave the house in the first place?”
"to bear!"
“He seems to know how to handle a sword.”
“Kill!”
“Kill before you die.”
“Kill!”
"You must kill! You must kill!"
“Save me!”
Ten years of conflict and the survival of Ceres on the battlefield.
And with him also his time as the First Prince, Charendias.
“I must stay alive.”
“You don't have to become the emperor.”
“Your Highness the Prince!”
“In the end, the strongest survives and becomes the leader.”
“Ha-ha-ha, young man!”
The sound of the wheels of the slave traders' cart rings in the ear.
These were the last remaining memories of the first prince, Charendias.
How did it all happen?
As the memories came back, the thick gray fog gradually began to disappear.
Memories started coming back from the part where the narration was interrupted.
The reason for the transformation of Carindius into Ceres.
“Carindias, you have to stay alive...!”
His mother's last moment as she collapsed in pain and vomited blood.
That was the beginning.
After the death of Empress Olivia, the number of assassination attempts against the First Prince increased dramatically.
He could identify the culprit even with his eyes closed.
She was the emperor's mistress who gave birth to the second prince, Endain, Venlea.
Or maybe it was Indane himself.
Shortly after Empress Olivia entered the palace, Venelia also became the Emperor's mistress.
After the birth of the first prince, the second prince Enden was born.
Endin bore all the physical traits of royalty from birth.
Whatever his origin, whoever carries the blood of the royal family has the right to be king.
She was the late Empress Olivia of Sorbin.
While Venlea was from an ancient noble family in Lacleon, the daughter of Duke Zorin.
The forces that supported the first prince by virtue of him being the first automatically sided with the second prince after the death of the Empress.
The First Prince was put on the defensive.
Those who he thought were loyal to him began to abandon him one by one.
The faithful who tried to protect him sacrificed their lives.
“Your Highness the Prince, run away!”
“Your life is in grave danger!”
“You must be moved to a safe place...”
“But, where?”
“What about Sorbin?”
The solution suggested by those who still cared about the First Prince's safety was for him to stay out of the throne struggle.
In Sorbin, there were several cousins of Carindias vying for the throne.
The place was no longer suitable for a struggle over the throne, but it was a safe place from assassination attempts.
Thus it was decided that the First Prince should leave for Sorbin, which was like an escape.
He packed his bags, left those who were to follow him, and began a simple journey with a few knights.
The prince had to be more careful in quiet places compared to the capital.
The knights who accompanied him to Sorbin were novices who did not have enough combat experience to repel assassination attacks.
However, they were loyal.
Until the last moment, they repelled the attackers, allowing the prince to escape.
"There! They caught him!"
“Just follow that hair color!”
His body undoubtedly showed that he was the Prince of Lacleon.
He couldn't hide for long without being discovered.
After stealing a hat from a house's laundry, he fled into a dark alley.
A place where homeless people live.
There, whether his luck was good or bad, there were merchants selling everything, as well as fortune-tellers in the back corners.
“You want to change the color of your hair and eyes, right?”
Thanks to the dark alley, the fortune teller did not recognize the prince, so he gave him a button with a cheap spell on it.
“But… who are you, precious young man, who has come to such a place?”
That was the beginning of the tragedy.
The cheap fortune teller didn't know the value of the spell, but he recognized the body of a young noble from birth.
When he heard this, the prince immediately fled.
But soon he was captured by slave traders.
The fortune teller had sold his information.
“What a pretty face, huh?”
Although the prince had learned martial arts, his body was not yet ready to face several grown men.
He thought he would be handed over for assassination, but the ending was somewhat different.
They erased the prince's memories.
The sound of cart wheels rumbling in the background.
When the memories came back, the sword was in his hand.
“I…”
It was Sirius.
The moment he grabbed the sword Xeris.
When he first remembered that, he experienced severe pain in his head, and the black fog gradually faded.
“Sirius!”
With a familiar voice, Sirius suddenly opened his eyes.
“…”
Sirius blinked.
He was seeing.
The world appeared before his eyes.
He blinked again.
plafond.
eyelash.
"I…"
But the vision soon became blurry.
His eyes filled with tears.
“I am Karendias Lacleon.”
He came back.
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