[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 19 – Escape (2)
Ti in the carriage felt like an eternity.
Even the fleeting monts of admiring the scenery outside were scarce.
The seat that rocked at every opportunity, the chilling cold that intensified at night, and the suffocating silence.
It was truly a ti of patience that seed to deplete one’s lifespan.
I couldn’t help but ponder whether I should turn back and take a train instead, nurous tis during the journey.
As my subconscious and rationality endlessly walked the tightrope, lost in contemplation,
Creak—
The carriage slowed down.
“Um, Young Master. We’ve arrived.”
The coachman announced as he opened the door.
I held Diana’s hand and stepped out first, scanning the surroundings.
Cleanly paved wide streets, bustling markets, and lined-up storefronts.
It was the all too familiar Imperial capital.
I handed a reasonable amount of *Ruplan to the coachman.
[*”Rupee” has been changed to “Ruplan”.]
Confirming the amount, the coachman’s eyes widened, then he expressed gratitude and quickly left.
“Do you have another destination in mind?”
Diana asked casually.
I looked at her calm face, devoid of any signs of exhaustion, and clicked my tongue.
“Yeah, co with for now.”
I couldn’t shake off the image of Luna watching the departing carriage in despair, her forlorn figure sitting on the ground.
Considering Luna’s twisted personality, she wouldn’t just let leave the mansion quietly.
She’d probably mobilize people to track down.
‘I need a new identity.’
The most imdiate necessity was a forged identity.
The idea of forging an identity itself was a risky proposition, but it wasn’t an impossible task.
This is, after all, a world within a ga.
It wasn’t that difficult to obtain a new identity in a world like this.
As far as I can rember, there were even chapters in the main scenario where you blatantly played as a second identity.
Thud, thud—
Walking forward in a trance, I finally spotted the building I was looking for.
It was a building made of old bricks, exuding a quaint yet gloomy atmosphere.
“Is this the place?”
“Uh-huh, no need to be on guard. It’s just an ordinary shop.”
It was indeed a shop.
Just a shop that bought and sold underworld goods.
While it was nothing more than a shop that dealt with underworld items, it was still a shop.
Rattle— The door opened.
Passing through the dim entrance, the interior of the shop emanated a somber atmosphere.
The shelves were filled with books and miscellaneous items that bore the marks of ti.
As I explored deeper into the shop for a mont,
“What brings you here?”
A gruff voice fell coldly.
Turning my head slowly, I t the gaze of a woman sitting on the couch in the corner.
“Did you co to see sothing? I’m sorry, but we’re closed for business today, so please leave.”
Her purple hair cascading over her shoulders, and her calm green pupils gleaming under the red lights.
It’s an appearance I clearly rember.
The information rchant of the Empire, Emily.
And.
“rlin Trivia.”
The fallen clergy, rlin Trivia.
“Do you have a business with ?”
rlin’s eyes narrowed.
It was a face trying to gauge the sincerity hidden in my words.
‘I’ve co to the right place.’
rlin Trivia.
Once a devout clergy, she eventually ca to hate the world, and even more so, the god who created this world.
I don’t know the details.
I only vaguely rember seeing rlin’s life summarized with a single word, ‘tragedy,’ in a lore book I happened to read.
I, too, am eting rlin in person for the first ti.
There was no chance to et her in the previous run, and at a certain turning point, rlin disappeared without a trace, leaving no traces behind.
Most of all, it’s a dangerous gamble.
The reason being.
“Hmm.”
rlin can sll the soul.
“That’s strange.”
The expression vanished from rlin’s face.
“I’ve never slled sothing like this before.”
She slowly rose from her seat.
“What on earth is this sll?”?”
One step.
Then another.
The air inside the shop beca noticeably heavier.
“Who are you, really?”
rlin’s sharp gaze swept up and down my body.
I replied nonchalantly.
“Kyle Winfred.”
“You know that I’m not asking for your na right now, right?”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure myself.”
rlin’s face, stern and compassionate, was a stark contrast.
Feeling montarily uncomfortable with the two contrasting expressions, rlin began to search for answers.
“The sll isn’t there.”
The human soul has a stench that cannot be hidden.
A line that would pop up when you click on rlin in the ga.
Naturally, there wouldn’t be any sll.
After all, my soul ca from a different world.
It beca a serious concern.
Should I be honest and seek help?
If not, should I co up with so vague excuses to deceive her?
“It’s neither the sll of soone who has committed murder, nor is it the sll of soone transcending their status…”
Surprisingly, it was all nonsense.
I tapped the floor with my toe, waiting for her deduction to end.
‘She doesn’t seem to have noticed.’
The reason for visiting rlin is quite complex.
While obtaining a forged identity is one thing, the ultimate goal is, of course, the whereabouts of the Relic.
Obtaining the Relic would open the dinsional gate.
Though it was only sporadically ntioned in the ga, since it’s officially confird in the lore book, the possibility of its falsehood is slim.
[Translator – Peptobismol]
And above all.
‘rlin was the only one who ntioned the Relic.’
Sothing with an unknown identity that I haven’t even seen in person.
Such a mythical artifact was only ever ntioned by rlin.
It’s unclear how, or through what ans, she obtained the information.
rlin Trivia wasn’t even that significant of a character to begin with.
What’s important is that rlin knows about the Relic.
And I desperately need that information.
“… ”
rlin’s gaze gradually beca uncomfortable.
I brought up the main point with a composed expression.
“I ca to buy information.”
“Information? What kind of information?”
rlin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
Carefully, I brought up the reason for my visit to rlin.
“Do you know anything about the Relic?”
That’s when it happened.
“Hah.”
A hollow laughter escaped from rlin’s lips.
And then.
“Your soul.”
A thick smile spread across rlin’s lips.
“You’ve been kidnapped, haven’t you?”
****
Pour—
The empty cup was filled with steaming tea.
The maid, who poured the tea, finished setting up the table for teati and bowed once before leaving.
“…”
“…”
Luna lifted the filled cup and sipped the tea.
Isabel frowned at Luna’s deanor.
‘Why is that woman here…’
Luna Winfred.
The eldest daughter of the Winfred family and Kyle’s half-sister.
Isabel knew a lot about Luna.
Starting from the information she heard from Kyle before her regression, to the information she acquired personally.
Piecing together fragntary information like a puzzle…
‘…Crazy bitch.’
…Luna was one of the humans Kyle hated endlessly.
Including Isabel, herself.
“Luna Winfred.”
Isabel glared at the unwelco guest with a stern expression.
“Just get to the point quickly.”
“For a lady of Yustia, your manner of speech seems rather aggressive, doesn’t it?”
“Aggressive? You’re the one who ca to the mansion without an invitation.”
Isabel’s face revealed her irritation clearly.
Luna looked at Isabel with a smirk.
“Kyle’s gone.”
“…What?”
“He’s gone. Without a sound. In an instant.”
“Th-that…”
Isabel’s pupils shook violently.
Luna raised her voice with a sneer.
“Lady Isabel.”
There was a mocking tone in Luna’s voice.
“It’s because of you.”
“…”
“Kyle left because of you. Probably, even I would have made the sa choice. How miserable it must have been to have such a detestable woman clinging onto him. How much patience he must have had to endure until now?”
“…Are you done talking now?”
“I hate you.”
“…”
“Not just hate. I hate you to the core. To the point where I wish you would just drop dead.”
Isabel let out a bitter laugh.
Hearing such curses from the woman whose words pushed Kyle’s life to the edge.
She was boiling with anger, wanting to pour the hot tea in the cup onto Luna’s face.
She gritted her teeth in boiling anger.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve constantly insulted Kyle using your authority. Do you think I wouldn’t know?”
“…”
“Even dosticated animals deserve to be fed. Was Kyle less than a beast to you?”
Electricity sparked between their clashed gazes.
A chilly wind brushed past their skin.
“…”
“…”
An eerie silence descended.
After a mont, Luna let out a sarcastic laughter and spoke.
“Your mouth is harsher than I thought? Lady Isabel.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Heh. Fine. I didn’t co here to squabble with you over Kyle.”
Luna stared at Isabel with narrowed eyes.
A aningful smile spread across her lips.
“By any chance… did you also…”
Her azure pupils sparkled in the sunlight.
“Return to the past?”
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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