The petals scattered messily, following the trail of the Demon Sword as it tore through the flower bushes.
Kieren desperately swung the Demon Sword.
It wasn’t just Kieren.
“Karha, cut through this side!”
“Ugh…! What is this!”
“Be careful not to hurt your brother!”
Belzeon, Karha, and Ishuel too.
The men of the Vasilios family were all clinging to the bushes, crushing and tearing away at the flowers.
However, the flowers bloomed much faster.
Ishuel used magic to set the flower bushes on fire, but it was no use.
It only burned a small portion, and the flames were quickly smothered by the rapidly growing new flowers.
The grotesquely blooming flowers filled the surroundings with their cloying fragrance.
As if mocking those struggling to save Cheshire, they burst open with a pop, releasing swarms of butterflies that sparkled like fireworks.
From some point onward, the people entangled in the bushes began to laugh.
They smiled happily as they listened to the crown’s alluring song.
The sight of them laughing joyfully with entranced eyes was definitely not normal.
Only the knights, priests, and mages with strong magical resistance were holding out.
Everyone else was falling into a dreamlike state.
Cheshire clenched her teeth.
The song of the crown, which she had been hearing since earlier, made her head feel numb.
She couldn’t even hear the voices shouting at her properly.
‘I have to do something about this……!’
She struggled and tried to take off the crown again.
She tried to use her fairy powers, but she couldn’t feel any power, as if someone had stolen it.
Feeling her empty body, Cheshire cursed the crown in her mind.
‘This is all my power it’s using.’
The flower bushes covering the plaza were all created by the crown drawing on Cheshire’s power.
‘Hylon.’
If he were here, he could have restrained Cheshire with the Chains of Judgment [a magical artifact used to bind powerful beings].
But even with all this commotion, Hylon was nowhere to be seen.
It seemed he was outside the Holy Empire, somewhere else.
Cheshire looked at the men of the Vasilios family.
Belzeon, meeting her wavering pink eyes, swung his Demon Sword and snapped in a low voice.
“Don’t think useless thoughts.”
“Yeah! Just stay still, baby! You’ll get pricked by thorns if you move.”
Karha echoed Belzeon’s words.
He told Cheshire to stay still so she wouldn’t get pricked by thorns, but they were all covered in wounds themselves.
The same went for Ishuel.
The boy, who cherished his face so much, had a long cut on his cheek.
Fragments of thorny bushes flew and blood dripped down, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain.
He was mindlessly firing magic in a delirious state.
“I’ll get you out soon, I, I’ll get you out quickly……!”
Seeing Ishuel shouting made her vision blur.
Her body was gradually being covered with flowers.
Now she was entangled in the bushes and couldn’t move her limbs freely.
Only her face was slightly exposed.
Cheshire thought.
‘There’s no way out.’
And it seemed Kieren had the same thought as Cheshire.
“Damn it!”
Kieren cursed and threw down the Demon Sword.
He began to tear at the thorny bushes with his bare hands, trying to get Cheshire out.
“No, no……!”
His eyes turned bloodshot.
At the same time as sensing an ominous energy, the shadow on the ground swayed greatly.
Seeing the flickering shadow, Cheshire shouted urgently.
“I’ll come back!”
She somehow moved her body and barely managed to make eye contact.
Looking at his broken red eyes, she shouted again.
“I’ll definitely come back to Dad, to Vasilios, so, so……!”
She would definitely come back.
So don’t use black magic.
She shouted with all her heart.
“…Liar.”
Kieren smiled, a broken, painful expression.
He smiled, pulling up the corners of his mouth, with eyes that looked like he was crying.
The hand clutching the flowers trembled slightly.
Red blood dripped like tears from the tattered leather gloves, pierced by thorns.
“You’re not coming back, are you.”
His whispering voice had no strength at all.
Cheshire reached out her small hand with all her might to the person full of disbelief and despair.
The tip of her small finger barely touched Kieren’s eyes.
His cold, dry skin was rough.
She caressed the man who looked like he was crying, even though he wasn’t, and promised.
“I promise. Really, really.”
Kieren stroked the tip of her finger that was exposed between the flower bushes and pleaded.
“No, Cheshire, don’t go, huh? Dad can get you out, if I use magic…….”
“No magic.”
“…But.”
“No. Never…….”
“…Cheshire.”
Kieren distorted his face and whispered painfully.
Her heart stung at the sight of him calling her name so desperately.
He must have pleaded like that to the dead Countess Rose in the past, begging her not to leave.
She hated the situation where she had become a fairy who was leaving him again.
She was horrified by this moment, which was stirring up the wound that was still red and unhealed in Kieren’s heart.
However, all Cheshire could do was promise.
“Cheshire is a Vasilios…….”
Cheshire made a firm vow, meeting his red eyes.
“I’ll come home.”
Kieren opened his lips.
But he didn’t hear the last words.
Cheshire’s vision was completely covered with flowers.
Soon, everything went dark before her eyes…….
The small baby who had been trapped in the flower bushes disappeared without a trace.
Only fragments of sparkling light and flower petals marked the spot where she had vanished.
“…….”
Kieren knelt on the flower bushes, staring blankly into the air.
He couldn’t even blink, just silently looking and looking again at the place where Cheshire had left.
Hoping that a surprising miracle might happen, and they might have a happy ending like in a fairy tale.
But as in the past.
The one who left did not return.
The three Vasilios brothers gathered around Kieren, who was넋이 나간 [넋이 나간: soul-left-body, a Korean expression for being in a daze or shock] looking at the empty space.
They didn’t say anything and just quietly stood by Kieren’s side.
It was noisy all around, but only this place was terribly silent.
In the silence, Kieren looked down at his empty hands.
Hands that were all covered in blood.
Cheshire, the Fairy Queen’s crown…….
Hands that held nothing.
“I’ll come back!”
The child promised him that she would return.
She was a good child, so she would definitely keep her promise.
She would return to Vasilios by any means possible.
Because the child was Cheshire Vasilios.
Kieren trusted the child’s good heart.
But when?
What if she didn’t come back even after waiting for a month, a year, or even decades?
What if she came back to his rotting grave and said she had kept her promise?
Then what would be the point?
Rose had left like that too, leaving him alone.
She had abandoned him in hell, so he had decided to revive her with his own hands.
But Cheshire too…….
“…Ha.”
Kieren let out a dry laugh.
The moment he realized the loss.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
Just like he had laughed while holding flowers at a rainy funeral in the past, Kieren laughed while clutching the flowers scattered on the thorny bushes.
Kieren, who had been laughing wildly while clutching the blood-stained flowers, suddenly stopped laughing.
He slowly inhaled and exhaled.
And muttered expressionlessly.
“Damn fairy.”
Now Kieren didn’t want to be left alone.
He had decided to revive the dead fairy.
Wouldn’t it be easy to find one runaway fairy?
Kieren slowly licked his dry lips.
If he killed all the fairies.
Maybe this endless cycle would end.