'Crazy'
Runelia muttered a faint curse.
The feeling of the sharp blade slightly piercing her skin was horrific, painful, and extremely frightening.
She faced his strange red eyes, devoid of any light, and Ronelia was terrified.
Real fear of death.
For the first time she felt this, she nodded madly and ran away, not returning to the Emperor's Palace alone.
It was hard enough to stay by his side on formal occasions.
“This wasn't supposed to happen...”
No matter how much Ronelia recalled the past, reality did not change.
All you can do is drown in fantasies of glory that will never come.
In the Cold Emperor's Palace, Kazan's bedroom, deep in the depths of the luxurious building, was dark without light.
Despite the daily cleaning of the maids, there was no warmth, because the Emperor rarely visited the room.
His visits gradually stopped, and months ago they stopped completely.
As expected, Kazan spent that night in Yasiris's bedroom, not his own.
He lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with an expressionless face.
There was nothing special about the ceiling.
He was only aiming to see what Yasiris was seeing from the same angle.
After he lay still for a while, words came out of his mouth without a subject or object: “Maybe I should have decorated it for her.”
She loved the night sky, so if I painted the background black and put little gems like the moon and stars, she would love it.
Creating the Milky Way on the side might also be good.
Or photographing a meteorite falling scene.
“Then if you made a wish there, I would feign ignorance and make it all come true.
What do you think?”
Kazan turned his head to look to his left.
On his outstretched arm, in the place that was supposed to be empty, Yasiris was lying, laughing softly.
As if they were two lovers who loved each other.
'You will achieve everything?'
“Yes, everything”
'You shouldn't make promises so easily.'
“How can I not achieve what you want?”
'So…'
Yasiris, who was lying on Kazan's arm, raised her body.
She gently wiped his forehead, still smiling, then slowly began to lower her hand.
To his eyes.
To his cheeks.
To his chin.
Until she reached his neck, where her nails stuck out.
‘Die.’
“Sari”
'Die, die!'
Kazan looked down and then up, as if to check Yasiris's angry behavior.
He didn't look like he was being choked, but rather looked at her calmly.
Yasiris looked a few years younger than her real age.
Then her face gradually began to change into an older face.
From the days when she was happy with him, to the last moment when she hated him.
While he was watching her as if she were traveling through time, Kazan answered calmly: “It is not time yet.”
'died.
'Die, die!'
“Didn’t we agree to postpone this?”
'You said you would grant my wish!'
Kazan closed his mouth.
He closed his sore eyes and took a deep breath.
Many thoughts flowed and then calmed down.
The breath he had been holding came out slowly and long.
When he opened his eyes again, Yasiris had disappeared without a trace, as if she had never existed.
It was just a hallucination from the beginning, so that's to be expected.
“Stay a little longer.”
If you did, I might have achieved what you wanted.
Kazan felt his healthy neck in amazement.
His body is here, but his mind is somewhere else.
“Next time...”
Maybe I will follow your actions.
You seriously strangled me, so if I stay healthy, won't you feel wronged?
His blurry red eyes stared into the void.
He looked like he was thinking about strangling himself now, as his hand moved slightly.
But Kazan quickly lowered his hand on the bed with a sigh.
Not because he is afraid of death.
On the contrary, Kazan planned his end carefully.
Not because he realized too late that Yasiris was a hallucination, as he knew from the beginning that it was not real.
Contrary to the opinions of others, he was not so crazy that he could not distinguish between reality and hallucinations.
He was just in love with the idea of fulfilling Yasaris' wish, even if it wasn't real.
“…But there is still something to be done, so wait.”
Kazan closed his eyes and muttered as if he was addressing Yasiris.
He had to finish something that was inevitable, so he couldn't die yet.
Revenge.
He dreamed of revenge for Yasiris.
He paused in the next stage, but executed everyone who could be killed.
The animals in the afflicted mountain, the griffins of the entire continent, the Hurti Kingdom that had caused it… a lot of blood was spilled.
He became infamous daily for his indiscriminate killing of everything even slightly connected to the disappearance of Yasaris.
But Kazan did not stop.
There is still not enough blood.
He had to find the mastermind behind the attack, who had all of his threads cut, to tear him apart.
If he doesn't find it, he plans to gradually destroy the world.
If humanity became extinct, wouldn't the mastermind die too?
“But you won't like it, so I'm trying my best to research.
Understand me even if it takes time.”
Kazan rubbed Yasaris' ring, hanging on a rope around his neck, as if to soothe him.
After everything is over, you will finally be able to achieve what you want.
Death of Kazan Tinilath.
The ending that Yasiris longs for, as well as Kazan himself.
“Obsession?”
“Yes.
The latest news says that he is killing anyone who hinders the search for you.”
“…He’s still looking for me?”
"It seems so.
It's secret that he's talking to your hallucinations, so he's probably gone crazy.
It may be a rumor, but it's mostly true."
“By the way, this is delicious.
Your cooking skills have improved a lot.”
While Lina was carelessly eating the snack, Yasiris remained silent.
The strange news sparked a mixture of questions and confusion.
He supposedly thought I was dead, so he slaughtered the griffins.
Why is he still looking for me?
Did he go crazy like Lina said?
And if so, why did he go mad because of my death?
Nothing is intelligible from beginning to end.
He didn't care about me at all.
“How old has Michael grown?”
“Ah”
Yasiris, who was lost in thought, noticed the sudden question.
She restrained her gaze, which had almost drifted to the next room, and looked at Lena.
“He's grown up?
He's still a baby.”
"Oh my God, aren't you being too careful?
Did you eat him or something?"
Lina laughed in surprise, but Yasiris did not give up her defensive stance.
Even though Lena was her savior, there were ample reasons to be wary of her.
I help you in different ways.Taking a little blood from time to time is okay, isn't it?
Take my blood insteadAfter a long discussion, they reached an agreement.
Yasaris will pay the price until the child is old enough, and then blood will sometimes be taken from him.
Yasaris settled with Lina in a quiet mountain village, under the pseudonym “Liz.”
Months later, a baby boy with platinum hair and red eyes was born.
Yasiris named him Michael.
"That's sad.
I only asked because I'm curious.
I'll leave him until he can run, didn't I say that?
It hasn't even been half a year since he was born, has it?"
“Right.
He started crawling recently.”
“Didn't he start making a mess?”
"He's not necessarily a mess, but he's already wandering around the house.
I can't take my eyes off him until he's asleep, it's tiring, but seeing him grow up so well makes me proud..."
Lina calmly looked at Yasiris, who was becoming more talkative.
The conversation turned to her pride in her child, and Yasiris seemed quietly happy.
“…And sometimes, the range of his hums expands.
Yesterday, ‘Ma’ called me with a very clear voice...”
"Not violent?
Doesn't it wake you up at night?"
"What?
Michael?"
Lina waved her hand at Yasiris's surprised reaction.
“If not, that's fine.”
“…Why did you ask that?”
“It's no use knowing you.
Anyway, I broke the news, so I'm leaving now.”
“Wait, Lina.”
Yasiris got up and grabbed Lina’s arm, who was about to leave, and pleaded: “Don’t run away every time, tell me.
This is about my child.”
“As I said before, this is dangerous information, it is better not to know.
Scientists who studied antiquity were wiped out because of it.”
“Didn't you say this place was safe?
It's your domain.”
“This is something different.”
“I need to learn more about Tinilath to take care of Michael properly.
His good growth is in your best interest as well.”
Lena looked at Yasiris steadily.
Before her eyes full of determination, she scratched the back of her head wearily.