“Terminal... curse, you say.”
In the heavy silence that settled over the conference room, I sat frozen in my seat for a long ti before finally speaking in a low voice.
“Who?”
“Ah, well, that is...”
At my question, Tiffany Astellade snapped out of her daze, completely forgetting her usual persona as she stamred out a response.
“D-Did I... see it wrong?”
“......”
“Hmm. I guess I must’ve seen it wrong. Haha.”
For soone usually so lacking in awareness, she was now exhibiting a level of perceptiveness that bordered on supernatural.
But her efforts were all in vain—because it was already too late.
“......”
redia quietly covered the brand that had appeared on her right hand with her other, and her complexion was paler than ever.
Seeing her lower lip trembling ever so slightly, it was obvious that redia was fully aware of the curse afflicting her.
“No matter what else, there's no way you of all people could’ve made a mistake, Tiffany.”
“Huh?”
“You can distinguish most curses just from a glance, can’t you?”
And more than anything, the idea of Tiffany misidentifying a curse was nearly impossible.
In-ga, her curse detection ability had a 100% accuracy rate. Unless there was a bug, her assessnts were never wrong.
“Maybe to the Guardian of Radiance it’s unclear, but from what I see, it’s still uncertain. There are quite a few curses with that kind of sigil...”
“Y-Yes, indeed. There’s a saying on the Eastern Continent—‘Even a monkey falls from a tree.’ So let’s not jump to conclusions...”
Salem and Baek Yeon-hwa, who had been sitting quietly until now, joined the conversation with calm voices, but even they couldn't fully conceal their expressions.
“This is... tragic.”
“S-Sis, that mark is...”
“...Shh.”
Astrea, the South Continent branch head, now looked at redia with a gaze full of pity, while the siblings Aurora and Celeste couldn’t even et her eyes.
“...Yeah, that’s right.”
In the increasingly grim atmosphere, redia’s unusually calm voice rang out.
“I always knew it would co to light eventually. I just didn’t expect it like this.”
“......”
“The curse afflicting is a terminal curse. Among all existing curses, it’s on par with the Curse of Midnight and the Demonification Curse—one of the absolute worst.”
I had already vaguely suspected it, but hearing it confird from redia herself was like having needles driven into my chest.
“The Curse of Midnight... was developed by the Dragon Lord of the Second Hero Party. The Demonification Curse is a relic of the ancient evil god, the Demon King.”
“......”
“And the terminal curse... was developed only recently.”
Seeing the look on my face, Tiffany hesitated for a mont beside , then launched into an explanation I hadn’t asked for.
“Who developed it?”
“...T-The head of the black mages. A curse that seems to be the exclusive work of the one they call the Great Shadow.”
Though she kept glancing nervously between and redia as she spoke, I had no ntal bandwidth to spare for sympathy.
“Haa...”
Thanks to the original ga, I’d long known that Princess redia was afflicted with a fatal curse.
But I’d assud it was so sort of control curse, one that forced behavior or loyalty through pain.
Was this the real reason she moved so desperately in the original storyline?
Whatever the case, for soone like —who had once been waiting to die from an incurable illness—this situation felt utterly horrifying.
“Then...”
“You want to know how long I have left?”
Because I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud, redia picked up where I left off, gazing at steadily.
“Probably about a year now.”
“......”
“Still... Ha. Never mind.”
She started to add sothing more, then pressed her hand to her forehead and turned her pale face away, trying to mask her expression.
“I need to get so air.”
A mont later, the princess quietly turned and began walking out of the conference room.
“Wait...”
“Don’t follow .”
I instinctively tried to go after her, but her weary voice—spoken without looking back—froze in place.
“I want to be alone right now.”
And with those parting words, Princess redia disappeared beyond the doors of the conference room.
“Tiffany. About this terminal curse...”
“......”
“...Is there no way to break it?”
I stood there like a statue for quite a while before finally pulling myself together and asking Tiffany, who had been nervously lingering nearby.
“For things like the Curse of Midnight or the Demonification Curse... they've been around so long that we’ve co up with a few thods to resolve them.”
“......”
“Even the curses regarded as incurable, like the Curse of Misfortune or the Curse of Subjugation, were eventually broken thanks to the efforts of the Second Hero Party.”
As expected of the head of Lun Ordo, she rattled off information about curses I had long believed to be incurable with practiced ease.
“I’m asking about the terminal curse.”
“Ah, right.”
But the information I actually needed had been conspicuously absent, so I reminded her. Her expression darkened further.
“The terminal curse...”
“It’s okay. Just say it.”
“...There is no known thod to break it. No mitigation thods either.”
And with that final answer, my own face inevitably darkened as well.
“If we research it... we could develop a cure, right?”
This was Lun Ordo, after all—the holy land of white magic.
Even if they weren’t true white mages, these people were still the foremost experts in nullifying and defending against black magic.
Just like with other curses I’d thought incurable, perhaps the terminal curse could be overco through research.
“...We’re already researching it.”
“But one year won’t be enough...”
So I thought—but the hesitant response from Aurora and Celeste behind shattered that hope into pieces once again.
“The curses used by the leader of the black mages are fundantally different in structure from those traditionally used by black mages...”
“It’ll take at least three more years at minimum...”
“Then there’s no way?”
“......”
“Seriously?”
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But rather than blaming them, what surfaced most in my mind was a question I couldn’t understand.
“Then... how was I able to weaken Her Grace’s curse?”
“What?”
The mont I brought up that doubt, Tiffany’s uncovered eye widened in shock.
“I’ve weakened the curse that appeared on the back of Her Grace’s hand. I’m certain of it.”
“......!”
“Maybe I’m the key to breaking her curse. If we research that possibility...”
Regaining so strength from her reaction, I spoke again, suppressing any hint of a smile as I voiced my theory.
“There’s one thing that must be clarified.”
That’s when the Elder Council Chair, Salem—who had been quietly listening—suddenly cut in.
“Your current power is a mix of white magic and the power of dominion.”
“Yes, I’m aware. You’ve ntioned it before.”
“The problem is that we don’t yet know which of those powers weakened the princess’s curse.”
“And why does that matter?”
Tilting my head as I quietly listened, I asked in confusion. Salem’s expression grew more conflicted.
“If it was your pure white magic that weakened her curse, we’ll do everything we can to help you.”
“Thank you—”
“But if it was the power of dominion... then we cannot help.”
His words made stop mid-sentence, my lips pressed firmly shut.
“In fact, we would have to stop you with everything we have.”
Though Salem’s expression was heavy as he finished, the will in his eyes was firm and unshaking.
“Tiffany.”
“...Yes.”
“Should I take this as the official stance of Lun Ordo?”
Barely holding my composure as I bit my lip, I asked the question to Tiffany beside —but even she didn’t give a different answer.
“You know what it ans to wield the power of dominion, right?”
“......”
“If you’re not careful... you could beco the Demon King.”
I’ve always been a passive person, overly conscious of others’ feelings.
“So what? What’s the problem with that?”
So when I lashed out and raised my voice like that, even I could barely believe it had co from .
– Gooooo...
But the mont I did, a chilling aura spread through the conference room—even I could feel it. I could no longer deny the truth.
“...Are you saying you’ll turn against us?”
“If you don’t stand in the way of healing redia, that won’t happen.”
Predictably, the mont I flared up, the Elder Council mbers raised their guard. Salem was the first to speak, his gaze sharp as he questioned , and I answered while forcibly calming myself.
“W-Whitney. ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Please, think it over—”
“That’s enough for today.”
Tiffany, flustered and near tears, tried to reach for my hand, but I couldn’t take it.
“I’ll see you all again soon.”
Because right now, I had to find Princess redia—who was surely outside, alone—and let her know I’d stay by her side.
“Sir Whitney. You do realize we’ve been very lenient with you, don’t you?”
As I turned toward the door Princess redia had exited monts ago, a cold voice reached from behind. It was Astrea, the South Continent branch head.
“...Under normal circumstances, Princess redia would’ve already been marked for elimination. She was—until you beca a Hero.”
I knew full well these people were not cruel. That’s exactly why I understood she ant every word.
“And what happened just now... You understand we can’t ignore your responsibility in all this, don’t you?”
Even if it ant turning Lun Ordo into an enemy—there was sothing I could not give up.
“I’ll take responsibility for what I must.”
“Whitney...”
“But not Her Grace. Not Princess redia.”
With that firmly declared, I turned the doorknob and left the conference room behind.
“Could it be...?”
“......”
“You like Princess redia more than ?”
Tiffany’s tearful voice echoed faintly behind , but I couldn’t bring myself to answer.
The door shut tightly.
***
anwhile, at that mont—out in the courtyard of Lun Ordo’s stronghold.
“......”
Princess redia, having quietly climbed the stairs and exited the basent, narrowed her eyes against the sudden sunlight, her brow furrowing.
“Hey, I told you to get those out of here faster!”
“Aigoo, what a ss...”
“If I’d known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have stayed up all night decorating...”
The handmaids of Lun Ordo were busy dismantling the wreaths and floral arrangents Tiffany Astellade had ordered for the event.
“I didn’t expect soone with such an unlikable face to already have left a strong impression.”
Watching the scene in silence, redia began walking again with a cold smile.
“...Sorry for causing trouble. I didn’t an to be such a nuisance, being soone who’s about to die.”
Her voice, filled with self-mockery, was trembling in a way that felt unfamiliar coming from her.
“Up until now, all I ever thought about was giving things up.”
“......?”
The maids, who had been absorbed in their work, looked at her with confusion as she walked alone through the garden—but she didn’t stop.
“...But I forgot that I, too, could be abandoned at any ti.”
Not even knowing where her feet were carrying her, she simply walked forward—anywhere they would take her. She looked unusually small.
“Who said you were abandoned?”
“......!”
“That’s dangerous talk.”
Until a familiar voice—laced with a hint of laughter—rang out behind her.
“No one would ever throw away soone as precious as you.”
“......”
Though she had more than enough strength to shake off the hand that gently caught her arm, redia simply stood there, motionless—as Whitney whispered softly behind her.
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