Five minutes later, "I woke up two weeks and four days ago. Of course I'll wake up early; I'm very strong." Lucy's expression turned to annoyance. "He's still so arrogant, talking like he hasn't been unconscious for three days straight." Lucy threwImmediately, preventing Lucy and Beatrice from asking me any questions about the ring's history or why I was clutching it so tightly while unconscious, he said, "I woke up two weeks and four days ago, Mr. Utah." He then turned towards me, and I stretched out.
The doctor, because of what I said, "Well, take your medicine regularly so you can get better. Good evening." An hour after the doctor left, I gave him a calm look while peeling apples. "This doctor is suspicious; he's acting very suspiciously." A look of surprise appeared on Beatrice's face.
Lucy placed her hand on her chin, trying to connect his thoughts regarding the matter she had raised. A look of suspicion crossed his face. Yes, he was right, but there was something even stranger. The doctor in charge of us was left-handed, as I had been treated by him more than once, but he... The academic said, "I accepted her hypothesis, but that's incorrect. The reason for the spy's presence was something else entirely, unrelated to what she said. It's possible that one of our competitors is monitoring us to identify our strengths and weaknesses; that would be more logical." Carefully, I looked at her. "She's a gatemaker who will take you to a training ground where you can practice without anyone noticing." Beatrice looked surprised. "Where did you find it?" Her gaze was confused. "I didn't find it in Bliss." I sat quietly, gazing at a silver ring placed at eye level. My eyes were filled with longing and yearning for something dear to my heart that I had left behind. "I don't know how the moon is, but I miss that beautiful moon. Does it miss me in return? I am too beautiful not to miss it." " My expression was calm, but inside I was something else entirely—a mixture of surprise and disgust at this foolish woman's actions. "Absolutely not. I'm 100% honest. Why are you asking?" A slight blush crossed his face as he tried to deny something. "Nothing." Thanks to her ability to manipulate time, "Yes, you're right, they're trying to assassinate us." My gaze shifted towards him with some annoyance. "What was I saying seconds ago, you fool?" I completely forgot about it, focusing on the important thing: "According to the accuracy of the strike, it's aimed directly at the heart of this."
"How is this possible?" My perspective on it, trying to teach her as quickly as possible, had frozen time for several minutes because this ability consumes a great deal of energy. "An aura in its normal state is like water droplets in its gaseous state; it moves at a dangerously high speed." "Confusion and astonishment appeared on the assassin's face. "How did you know where I was?" I replied in a calm yet sharp voice, like a sword's edge, "That's none of your business. You should speak to whoever ordered you to assassinate us." The assassin responded immediately, his voice filled with fear, "You weren't the target, Bellos.""
"So they can assassinate us and you."
"I also didn't gain any information, but who benefits from killing us? Do you have enemies, Lucy?" "Yes, I have people who are hostile to my family, so it's logical that they would target me, but who wants to kill you?" "I don't know who wants that."
Two days after the incident, it was the day we were to leave the hospital. "The day you leave the hospital, I wish you good health and well-being." I looked at him with a hint of amusement, speaking to him telepathically while I gathered my things. "Well done, you deserve a reward for your performance." He looked astonished and surprised as he looked at me. "What do you mean?" "Do you think I didn't notice you trying to poison our food and medicine and monitoring us daily, Doctor?" Suspicion appeared on his face as he looked at me. "Why didn't you tell anyone, knowing everything?" I placed my hand on his shoulder, smiling a faint smile that concealed many secrets. "Because I know you didn't do it willingly and that you were threatened by unknown people. Don't worry, your daughter and your wife are fine. A friend of mine rescued them, and they're safe now… I hope you have a good day. (My gaze towards Lucy as I bid farewell to the doctor.) "Let's go." A doctor stopped me as I was about to leave, but I ignored him. "Bye-bye." At the exit, Lucy looked puzzled. "How did you know all this?" I asked confidently. "I have my own methods," she replied. "As a magician says, 'A magician doesn't reveal his secrets.'"
Ringing, ringing, ringing.
I took my phone out of my pocket to find it ringing. I had founded a company that manufactured and sold them. They were primarily mobile phones. "Hello, who's speaking?… Gray, what's wrong? Why do you seem so nervous?" Gray ignored my words, his voice filled with concern. "Come to the gym quickly! There's trouble. We're under attack!" "Okay, we're coming." Lucy looked worried. "What's happening?" I put my phone in an inside jacket pocket. "The academy has been attacked, and they're in the gym."
Lucy looked shocked. "We have to hurry!"
I put my hand On her shoulder with a small smile, she said, "Don't worry, hold my shoulder so we can move, Anya." "Okay," I replied. "Let's go." When we arrived, it was a dark place where nothing could be seen. Then a loud voice rang out. It was the group. "Surprisingly," I said. Lights came on, revealing a place decorated with bright decorations. A faint smile appeared on my face as I walked towards them. "You've prepared a party for us? Thank you." Ruichi placed his hand on my shoulder, chuckling softly. "Don't thank us, we're friends after all." A slight look of surprise crossed my face, and a hint of sadness remained in my expression, even in my eyes. "You're right. Well, let's start celebrating." Several hours later, the party ended. It was a beautiful night.
Somewhere in a fantasy world, a young woman, 17 or younger, dressed in noble attire, was picking fruit. She was looking at a gold ring with a small smile, a mixture of love and longing. "It seems you miss me, dear." And I miss you too, but it's almost two years until we meet again.
Yo…
The next day, in the training room of the Blood Moon Assassins, I was training, lifting weights that weighed hundreds of tons. Grei looked at me with a hint of delight. "You've changed your mind. You want to train?" "Yes, I have to get stronger to control my strength perfectly by increasing my endurance." Grei gave me a thumbs-up. "Good. Keep it up."
Two hours later, I was holding the Kamish sword in my left hand, a light purple energy filming the blade. A satisfied smile played on my lips as I spoke to myself with pleasure and contentment.
A light purple crescent-shaped blade shot out, transcending and destroying all laws and concepts, slicing a training dummy in half. Even the dummy's existence was severed. The dummy's interior was black as an abyss.
A faint smile appeared on my face as I looked at the result. "This is amazing." "I've mastered it!" Coach Yusuf Qwinter struck him on the head. A look of pain spread across Yusuf's face. "It hurts! Why did you do that?" Anger flashed across Yusuf's face. "Why are you asking? You destroyed one of the training room walls with your reckless, irresponsible behavior!" "I... I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Another blow. Coach. "What good will your apology do me?" "Apologize again." "I won't do it again. I promise." Coach sighed deeply. "Fine, I believe you."
Five weeks later, a servant approached the office of Duke Belgord, Lucy's father. He was a man in his forties with short black hair and dark blue eyes. He wore black formal suits with various inscriptions and gold medals. He was looking at papers with a cold, emotionless gaze.
"There's a student from the Verslaken Academy named Yuta Cassiral who wants to see you about something important." Belgord glanced at a cold servant, a shiver running through his entire body. He spoke in a rather slow, calm tone, "Let him in." After a while, I was sitting in a chair opposite Belgord's. My expression was calm, almost unreadable. "How are you, Mr. Belgord?" "I'm fine. What's the reason for this informal visit? Get to the point. Speak now. I don't have time." His words were calm, but beneath them lay a clear threat of murder. I threw a completely black dagger onto his desk. It bore the family symbol: a dragon coiled around a sphere of energy. His sharp gaze held a glint that said I knew everything. "Recognize this dagger, Belgord." He turned to face me, his expression unchanged. "Yes, it's family property. Where did you find it?"
"I found it with assassins. I forced someone to reveal everything before he died. He told me that you sent him to kill Lucy, Mr. Belgord." "A hint of sarcasm appeared in his tone. "And you believed them? They're falsely accusing me."
At Lucy's room, ten minutes before I entered Belgord's office, a look of shock was etched on his face. "What? Yuta came to see my father? What does he want from my father?" A maid then spoke, her voice filled with surprise, for Lucy usually didn't concern herself with such matters. "I don't know, but I heard from some of the servants that they were discussing that assassination attempt." Shock registered on his face.
Why was he so preoccupied with that? The assassination was aimed at me, not him… Could that even be possible?
"I need to go and listen." She then hurried towards the meeting place. A servant tried to stop her, but she couldn't. After five minutes, she arrived at a private door to her father's office and began listening to our conversation.
(Flashback)
I placed my hand on my forehead, massaging it. "Really? You won't confess… Listen, I've given you the rope of truth. It will only make you tell the truth. So confess and end this." "Did you really want to kill your daughter?" He didn't say a word, but his eyes were wide, and disgust and revulsion appeared on my face. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Killing your own daughter?" A slight smile appeared on Belgorod's face as he looked at me. "Yes, I'm the one who hired assassins because she's considered a disgrace to the Kethali family for being the only swordsman in a family of sorcerers, and this will destroy the family of the next chief swordsman."
"A swordsman who rules a family of sorcerers." "A family will be destroyed, so she must be eliminated." Signs of surprise and unseen astonishment appeared. "Are you really joking?" That's why it makes some sense. A swordsman heading a family of magic? It's utterly ridiculous. My serious gaze surprised him for a few seconds before he regained his composure. "Well, to make something clearer, I touched her and I'll show you hell in its worst form. Do you understand, Belgorod?" A challenging smile appeared on his face as he looked at me. "Well, we'll see who wins, me or you." "Fine, I agree to Rehan." A mocking laugh appeared on Belgorod's face. "Hahaha, when I get rid of that useless thing, it will be right before your eyes." "And when you do, make sure you say goodbye to all your loved ones because on that day you'll wish you hadn't challenged me." I thought to myself, "Lucy has been watching for a while and knows the truth about her father and that he wants to kill her." I snapped out of my thoughts. "Excuse me, I'll leave." "Goodbye, take care," he said coldly as usual before returning to the documents he was working on. At the door Shock and disbelief were etched on her face. "What in the name of God... it can't be true. How could my father be the one plotting to kill me?" I shook her to snap her out of her daze. "Lucy, how long have you been standing at the door?" Embarrassment flashed across her face as she looked at me, which surprised me. "I've only been here a few seconds, and you? Why are you here?" "I came to visit your father to sort out some things. Well, I have to go. Goodbye, see you on Sunday."
After I left, sadness appeared on his face. "He didn't tell me the real reason he came." "But why is he defending me after everything I've done to him since we met?" "Could it be that he...?"
A blush and a hint of embarrassment spread across his face. "He loves me." Meanwhile, back in my room, I was searching for something. After a careful search, I found a picture of several people I had been with. There were 15 of them in the picture, including two orcs, one young and the other... An old woman whose features were indistinct. A faint smile appeared on my face as I looked at her, a warm smile tinged with longing. "How are you, An...?"