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nI grabbed the quill after a long time.

nSince coming to Duke Agernia‘s residence, I had idled around, waiting for Igelto to wake up and seldom held a pen.

nSince the story already began, I decided to briefly organize the original story’s contents in my head.

n‘Crap.’

nInk dripped on the parchment.

nFor a long time, I held the quill in my hand. I put it down.

nEven if it comes to mind from time to time, I didn’t remember enough or in enough detail to write it down and fill the paper.

nIt’s not like I was trying to bang my brain or force a memory out right now, but at the Imperial banquet, it might be easier to remember…. that’s right.

nWhen the banquet is ripe, there is an attempt to murder the saint.

nIt was an attempt by an insane pseudo-religious group.

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nThey fell under the illusion that if the saint is sacrificed, their God would return.

nAh, what was their name again… Fascius.

nThere are numerous pseudo-groups in the Empire, but this group has been particularly noted. Fascius serves ‘some god’ that no one knows about.

nBecause all members of the group are made up of warlocks.

nA warlock was the main culprit in the distant past, causing a war that shook all continents with dark magic.

nAfter that incident, the Empire began to persecute dark warlocks. Those born with black magic were all executed by imperial law. Whether the nobility or the royal family.

nThere are no exceptions.

nAs soon as one was born with dark powers, they were destined to die.

nSo naturally, those who possess those abilities join ‘Fascius’ to survive.

nOnly there acknowledges the existence of the Dark Warlock.

nAnd children with dark magic are educated and raised there.

nChildren who are all there is to see, hear, and learn from warlocks and become dark wizards themselves.

nHowever, Fascius’s plan in the original book ends without much impact.

nHypron saves Juliana from danger and creates the beginning of a relationship between the two.

nAfter that, Fascius continues to struggle, but due to an unknown internal division, their own end is reached.

nI still remember it because it ended in vain in the original.

nShould I be sad? The real villains of this novel are myself and Alastair.

nA sound knocks me out of me out of my rivière

n“My lady, this is Lida. May I come in?”

n“Come in.”

nI put down my pen and turned to Lida. Seeing her with a bright face, I wonder if she has any good news.

n“What’s the matter?”

n“The guest finally woke up!”

nMy eyes opened wide.

nLida spoke in a much more energetic voice as if expecting such a reaction.

n“The guest is looking for the lady! Would you like to go right now?”

n“Of course, I have to go.”

nI completely forgot all about the original work and got up from my seat.

nThe guest Lida was referring to is Igelto.

nIgelto woke up.

nIt was hard to contain my excitement at that fact.

nThe long-awaited elf is now in front of me.

nI’m a day closer to releasing Alastair’s brainwashing.

nI opened the door with my trembling hands.

nIgelto was looking out of the window with slightly blank eyes that turned to the sound of the door opening behind him.

nHis blurred glaze became more and more intense.

n“Serina.”

nHis fresh green eyes were still dull.

n‘The magic of transformation….fortunately works. Apart from the elves’ beauty, Igelto’s presence in the mansion, whose appearance is clearly on a different level from humans, is widespread.’

nKnowing that nothing good could come of an elf’s presence to be known, I overlaid his appearance with a human likeness.

nHis pupils were rounded, and his pointed ears rounded.

nI had no intention of announcing or introducing Igelto to the outside anyway, but just in case.

n‘You should hide it as much as possible, so only a few know.’

n“What is this place— it’s so gorgeous?”

nIgelto looked around and frowned.

nI don’t think the room is particularly fancy—the decorations, furniture, and things that would typically be in aristocrats’ rooms.

nThese were standard rooms that I was now accustomed to, but I don’t think so for Igelto, who lived in a different environment from me.

n“If you feel uncomfortable, I can put it all away.”

n“There is no need to do that. It’s just a little glamorous— visually.”

nIgelto’s face was full of discontent. You don’t like the room, do you? I seriously agonized over whether I should quietly change the structure of the room when he was asleep.

n“By the way, you said you’d save me, but you saved me when I was dying.”

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nOh, that was the complaint.

nIgelto’s whole body, which was severely injured, was bandaged all around.

nHe frowned as if his whole body was sore.

nI shut my mouth without saying anything because Igelto’s words were valid.

nI was confident when I first met him. Unfortunately, I believed that my operation would be successful.

nThere was no doubt that Hypron would intervene in the auction house as described in the original.

nHowever, from the moment I intervened, the original work has been unreliable.

nContrary to my expectations, Alastair meddled, and Hypron, who was supposed to be preoccupied with the auction house, chased me.

n“I’m sorry,”

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