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“No way.
Go back to Ozephia.”
It was a firm voice.
The delay was only to understand Kazan's intentions, but the will was clear to refuse any permission.
“The empire needs your majesty.
The nobles will not accept the interruption of a throne that lasted solely on the blood of Tinilath.
If Osivia collapses, the balance of the continent will collapse, and much blood will flow.
I do not want to be the cause of that.”
It was an indisputable statement.
Yasiris continued calmly without giving Kazan a chance to respond.
“This is just an objective assessment of the situation.
My personal opinion is that I do not want to see Your Majesty.
Regardless of whether I believe your feelings or not, I simply do not want to see you.”
“Yasaris.”
"From your Majesty's point of view, do not impose your feelings on me.
And do not expect any understanding from me.
To me, you are the murderer who took the life of my fiancé, the enemy who robbed me of my country, the monster who forcibly hugs me every chance he gets, and now the thief who is trying to steal the last remnants of my happiness."
Kazan looked at Yasiris with confusion.
The harsh words tore his heart apart many times, leaving deep scars.
He opened his distorted mouth slightly and then closed it.
He was unable to find a response, and after a long time, he was able to utter a single word.
“…So then.”
“Yes, so leave now.
I hope we never meet again.”
In front of the harsh words that left no room for the soul, Kazan wiped his face with his hand.
The sharp smell of blood seemed to emanate from his chest.
Of course, he couldn't leave like that.
For Yasiris to leave forever himself would have been tantamount to suicide.
If he had died at the hands of Yasiris, he would have had no regrets.
If he became engraved in her memory like the souls of those he killed appear in his dreams.
But from what she said, it seemed like she wouldn't do anything herself.
Maybe for the world, not for his own sake.
She was always a fair woman who sought everyone's happiness, and she also sacrificed herself for Beren.
In the end, unable to do anything, Kazan wiped his face several times and then asked in a cracked voice.
“How can I...what can I do to change your heart?”
Is there really not a single chance for me?
Even when I made mistakes, you always forgave me.
You said that you would accept me if I admitted my mistake and apologized.
Kazan was still lost in the past, so he did not see the current Yasiris.
“As I said yesterday, Your Majesty.”
Thus, Kazan received the death sentence.
“Returning to the Empire and never coming here again is the only thing you can do for me.”
Zzz...Zzz...
Kazan lay on the forest floor, listening to the sounds of insects in the middle of the day.
The dense trees blocked the sun's rays with their leaves, allowing him to see the sky without glare.
He wished it would rain, but the weather, unlike the day of his first arrival, was completely sunny.
He looked at the calm clouds, feeling more depressed compared to his gloomy inner state.
A few hours ago, he unilaterally announced this and left Yasiris' house.
As if to escape her wrath for asking her opinion and then behaving as he wished, he ran off into the woods behind the hut.
To justify himself, he did not have to fulfill all of Yasiris' requests.
As long as he respected his oath not to force her, he had the right to impose his opinion.
But he knew that if she threatened him again by taking herself hostage, he would be completely helpless.
“You won't really die.”
Kazan muttered quietly.
Since Michael is fine, Yasiris will not give up her life easily.
Unless their safety together was at stake, he was sure she wouldn't expose her neck just because she didn't want to see him.
But he wasn't sure he could see Yasiris hurting herself again.
The sight of blood flowing from her stomach was horrific, and he still broke out in a cold sweat whenever he remembered it.
So, he had to win her heart without provoking her.
The period he promised to Al-Hakim and the Prime Minister was only a week, and time was not on his side, which increased his tension.
“And yet...”
Would it be weird if he said he was happy?
Glad he met Yasiris again, talked to her, and helped her with treatment.
"crazy."
Kazan laughed sarcastically.
After a chaotic dawn and his heart being torn apart so many times, how could he be happy?
But he was honest.
Despite the despair of Yasiris's rejection of him, his situation was much better than when he was alone.
At least, he no longer sees hallucinations or hears voices.
If he had been at his worst, he would have succumbed to frustration after being rejected by Yasiris and tried to die with her.
Dying with her was a scenario that repeated itself in his dreams often.
“...Now that I think about it.”
Why does his body feel light?
Kazan realized the change too late.
He quickly got up and moved his limbs.
He no longer felt as heavy as if he were chained with iron.
He no longer felt the spirits he had killed clinging to him and dragging behind him with a frightening sensation.
There is no fog to cloud his mind, nor wind to mess with his ears like a human laugh.
The headache that sometimes penetrated his brain and the foul smell of corpses had completely disappeared.
There was only one reason for these changes.
“Yasaris.”
Kazan looked in amazement at the hut where Yasaris was.
It was not yet known exactly what happened, but one thing was certain.
Kazan Tinilath needs Yasaris.
In any sense.
The sun set crimson on the border of heaven and earth.
As announced, Kazan went to Yassaris' house, knocked politely on the door and waited for it to open.
In his hand, there were various fruits from the forest wrapped in a large leaf.
Since he could not enter the village, he collected them while wandering around in search of food.
Even if her internal organs were not significantly damaged, Yasiris was suffering from a serious wound.
She couldn't cook or manage her daily affairs, so he collected these fruits for her.
“Yasaris.”
But the door did not open.
He knocked several times but to no avail.
Did you run away in the meantime?
Did she move despite her condition because I said I would be back?
“Yassaris!”
Kazan felt anxious and called out loudly.
Of course, he put strength in his hand as he knocked on the door.
Knock-knock-knock!
“Open the door.
Now!
Otherwise...”
Tech-
“It's not a good habit to threaten, Your Majesty, when you can't do anything.”
Yasiris appeared with a frown and opened the door.
The sweat on her forehead and her ragged breathing revealed her condition.
Her interrupted speech clearly showed that she was enduring the pain.
"Are you okay?
Isn't the painkiller working?"
“I haven’t put the medicine on yet.
Thanks to Your Majesty, I just woke up.”
Kazan realized that Yasiris, after staying up all night with him, had fallen asleep in the morning.
Because of his habit of sleeping little, he didn't think about this.
In fact, he hasn't slept a wink since yesterday until now.
His body was naturally strong, but he felt strangely well that made him not feel exhausted.
“I'm sorry I woke you up.
But instead of sleeping, you'd better eat something.”
“I know.
That's why I opened the door.”
Despite her nervous tone, it was clear that she was aware of her condition.
Changing bandages and caring for a wound alone is difficult, and preparing food is even more difficult.
Since things had gotten here, I decided to use Kazan as a nurse, otherwise I wouldn't have opened the door.
Kazan smiled slowly despite Yasiris's harsh stance.
For the first time in years, his lips traced a soft arc.
At an unexpected time, against the backdrop of an orange sunset, Kazan laughed like this.
"Good."
Okay, Sari.
I will take care of you.
Kazan did not express his tenderness, but it reached Yasiris.
She saw in him a blind love that resembled another person, and her eyes widened.
“Shall I come in then?”
Kazan bowed as if asking for permission, waiting for Yasiris' response.
But after seconds without a response, he took that as approval and raised it carefully.
It was a familiar touch.
Familiar care, familiar look, familiar structure...
Yasiris froze in shock, unable to formulate an assumption, so she buried the thought.
Dead Cain cannot come back.
Especially in Kazan Tinilath's body.