That Time I Got Turn Side Story (1)

3 MONTHS AGO

IRISH'S POV:

In the dorm room of the Hero Academy, Irish resided in a space that deviated from the norm, adorned with Scarlett's various paintings. Among the artwork, splatters of blood adorned the walls—so fresh, others dried, indicating that the blood had been there for days or even weeks.

"Day 56," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with anguish, before driving the dagger into her left hand. The crimson flow of blood gushed forth, staining the desk in a macabre bath. Though the wound wasn't fatal, it elicited a sharp, searing pain.

"Ahhh...ahhh..." she cried out, her voice strained with agony. "This is the only punishnt I can give myself for staying away from you, Scarlett." Her words echoed in the room, a testant to the depth of her tornt and longing.

Instead of healing her wounds by magic or using sothing to nullify the pain, she just applied a slow healing paste on her hand, So that she can feel the pain for longer.

Irish rose from her desk and made her way to the door, her expression already betraying her anticipation as she spotted a letter placed beside it. With a resigned sigh, she bent down to retrieve the letter and gingerly tore it open. As she scanned its contents, her face fell, and she let out another sigh. "Sighh... it's them again," she muttered, the weariness evident in her voice as she braced herself for whatever news or demands the letter contained.

At Prince Richard's birthday party, Irish had taken a daring leap and proposed to Scarlett, an event that had left an indelible mark on the mories of all who were present. To her amazent and joy, Scarlett had accepted her proposal and even sealed the mont with a kiss, creating a scene that would be talked about for months to co.

However, despite the significance of the event, only those who had witnessed the proposal firsthand were aware of it. Irish's parents had vehently worked to suppress any information about their daughter's engagent to a demon, fearing the repercussions it could bring upon their prestigious Heartfilia family. The notion of a noblewoman proposing to another woman, let alone a demon, was considered scandalous and could lead to their family's disgrace and possible banishnt from the kingdom.

Despite their efforts to conceal the truth, Irish's parents remained furious at her recklessness. Unable to confront her directly at the academy, they resorted to sending incessant letters, urging her to return ho for discussions. Yet Irish knew all too well the consequences of facing her parents, fully aware of the punishnt that awaited her if she were to comply with their demands. Thus, she chose to ignore their pleas, determined to forge her own path despite the familial pressures weighing heavily upon her.

Irish stared at the letter in her hands, her brow furrowing in confusion at the unexpected change in its contents. "They want to appreciate

for becoming a high-ranking noble?" she muttered, her head swirling with bewildernt as she scratched her head in disbelief.

As she read further, her confusion gave way to a mix of surprise and realization. "A few weeks ago, Princess, brother-in-law, and I defeated that Illusion demon," she murmured aloud, her voice tinged with astonishnt. "And brother-in-law beca the representative of the king." A sense of pride welled within her as she continued, "And he made

a high-ranking noble."

"Not only that, the king even bestowed upon

the title of 'Dark Knight'," she exclaid, a hint of incredulity coloring her words. "So that's why their attitude has changed, huh?"

With a weary sigh, she leaned back in her chair, the weight of her past decisions and familial expectations bearing down upon her. "Sighh... I think it's been more than three years. I should et them," she murmured, her resolve firming as she contemplated the path ahead.

Irish took leave from the academy and embarked on her journey back ho to et her parents. Traveling by wyvern-carriage, the journey lasted only a few hours before she arrived at her destination. As she approached her ho, the grandeur of the palace took her breath away. It was more than just a residence; it was a magnificent palace surrounded by lush gardens, tended to by diligent maids and gardeners. The sight was truly breathtaking, with vibrant flowers and verdant trees adorning the landscape.

Upon her arrival, the maids and gardeners instantly recognized her, bowing respectfully as she passed by. Their gestures of reverence spoke volus about her status within the Heartfilia family. Entering through the gates, Irish was greeted by the head maid of the household, who welcod her with a formal tone.

"Welco ho, young mistress," the head maid said, her voice elegant and composed as she guided Irish to a waiting room within the palace.

"I'm going to inform Master and mistress about your arrival." The head maid bowed respectfully before departing the waiting room to inform Irish's parents of her arrival. Left alone, Irish settled onto the sofa, anticipation tingling in her veins as she awaited her parents' arrival.

Before long, the doors swung open, revealing an older man with dark blue hair, bearing a striking resemblance to Irish but in male form. Beside him stood a woman with long, flowing dark blue hair, radiating an elegance that mirrored a more mature version of Irish. There was no mistaking it; these were Irish's parents.

Irish's heart raced as she caught sight of her parents. Without hesitation, she rose from her seat, clutching small gifts for her family, determined not to arrive empty-handed. Her gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to et theirs, as she wordlessly extended her hand, offering the gifts as a silent token of her love and remorse.

Her father, ever perceptive, imdiately grasped her unspoken ssage and reached out to accept the gifts, his eyes softened . Prideful smile swelled within Irish as she watched him, unlike her past, he was smiling.

Irish's father was about to took her gift, but suddenly his gazes goes on Irish's hands, he noticed sothing unexpected.

He caught her left hand, and imdiately removed her clothes that was over her hands.

He shot irish glare, his eyes blazing with anger, "What's this?