Chapter 80

After he explained the restoration of mana of a place and why Ian and Laritte should break up, he added, “don’t tell other humans because this knowledge is kept only to dragons. Got it?”

Putting all the puzzles together, Ian finally understood why he sensed the strange flow of mana whenever he was next to Laritte. However, he just couldn’t admit it. He would not believe that she could be in danger if she stayed with him.

“No way…. it’s not possible.”

Ian was the only child of Duke Reinhardt, who had power equal to the Imperial family. He inherited the Duke’s Decree without much trouble and he had the respect of all the ministers.

But Laritte did not. She was born in the slums—a place filled with germs, diseases, and decomposing stuff crawling all over the place. She was taken into the County at the age of eight, but she never approached Ian by herself.

Ian told himself where it went wrong.

It was impossible for the Swordmaster to return to his mansion after he was betrayed by Bartolt. In other words, he was the one to pioneer a new fate and create a different future.

‘Back then, I shouldn’t have met Laritte. I shouldn’t have gone to the villa. I should have accepted death.’

“Is there any solution other than us getting separated? Please, dragon.”

Still, Ian did not regret the past. He wasn’t afraid to die. But without him, Laritte would have aged all by herself in the mountain villa. He didn’t like that. They met coincidentally, so every moment he spent with her was a thousand times more precious to him.

“Not that I know of. Now, the danger may be alleviated by simply not speaking to each other. But in the end, you’ll have to stay away, like strangers.”

Seta thought of other dragons, most of whom were older than Seta. It was not that there was no way at all, but it was better to say that it was impossible. ‘Because it’s something that all dragons have to approve of. And no one favors humans other than me,’ he thought.

Ian clenched his fist, his veins bulging from the pressure.

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When Ian returned to the vacant lot, it was deserted. No remains of the mad dragon were there to be found. It was being handled by the imperial family. Of course, the first contributor was the Reinhardt family. And since the Empress was gone, there was no one to steal the spoils from the remains. Only Laritte and Oscar were seen talking as they waited for Ian.

“Ian!”

Oscar pulled Ian into a hug.

“What happens now?” Ian questioned.

it was supposed to be, there would be a death penalty held for

he could move his hands little by little. That’s why he was

Empress’s body

of the disease from the body. To ask for the Empress to be treated like that meant that her sins should not be transmitted to others.

so I shall take my leave. If you have an injury, make sure to call the imperial doctor or visit the treatment room for

and Laritte

many people were working to clean the area. There was also a black

lot of things

meet the fortune-teller and listen to what he had to say. But he

his eye. Ian naturally took off

rang in his

even speak to each other.”

the end, they had to be

passed by Laritte. She followed suit. No wonder she felt weird. She had never

“Let’s go together.”

still did not answer back.

“Brown bear?”

“Quickly.”

end. She chased after him without one shoe and stepped on a pointed stone on the way.

“Aah….”

before raising her head. Ian, who she thought would

would

to walk, but there was a

the sound he heard. The sound

feet won’t hurt

Ian. It was hurting him even more. Swearing, he walked away. He could no longer show the same kindness as before. ‘It was

Avoiding misfortune

the night would always arrive even if someone

turned dark over the capital city. It was time for Ian and Laritte to sleep

were great

the doorknob with some pattern on it. But his mind was not focused on what pattern

sleep, asked as she covered herself with a blanket. “Where

his shoulder. There was a lot he wanted to say to her. Things

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