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Chapter 804

"By the way, you've already finished your piece. Would you like another?"

"I’m fine..."

Before Yuder could even complete his response, he noticed a plate smoothly floating and gliding towards him from behind, as if carried by an unseen force.

With the plate already set before him, Yuder sighed softly and spoke up.

"...It feels a bit odd eating alone. Wouldn't it be proper for the Commander to join ?"

At this, the glint in Kishiar's eyes sparkled strangely with joy, a reaction quite opposite to what Yuder had anticipated.

"Is that an invitation? I would be delighted."

"..."

Kishiar really did cheerfully bring a new fork. Watching him, Yuder suddenly realized sothing.

'Co to think of it, have I ever made such an offer before?'

In their relationship, it was almost always Kishiar who made such casual offers. Whether it was for walks or als, it was mostly him. The only ti Yuder had offered food was when he had simply cooked so fish and berries Kishiar had caught and picked during a spontaneous retreat to the cabin.

'That was hardly an invitation.'

Yuder realized anew that, apart from his intense feelings for Kishiar, he had never really seen him as soone to whom he could comfortably make offers. Despite their differing status and rank, he knew it wasn't common in a relationship as close and intertwined as theirs. This was in stark contrast to his interactions with his Cavalry comrades, with whom he had often exchanged small favors.

Even then, it had never been Yuder initiating the offers, but he had always seen it as natural to reciprocate in so way, such as planning a new training schedule, without feeling burdened by it.

From his perspective, these were all natural actions, but he wondered if Kishiar might have felt differently, causing a slight ache in his heart.

'I shouldn't have refrained from such gestures just because I never did in a past life.'

Thinking of making offers to Kishiar La Orr made him first recall mories and feelings of rejection. Perhaps that was the biggest reason he had only ever accepted Kishiar's offers until now.

But the Kishiar in front of him now was overjoyed at the re suggestion of sharing the cake.

"Why do you look so? There's still plenty prepared. Don't worry, I won't eat too much."

Yuder's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the man's naturally surprised expression.

"I wasn't staring because I'm hungry... But why do you keep offering this all of a sudden?"

"Hellem ca to nag ."

Kishiar answered with a small laugh.

"She said you seed thinner than when you were in the capital. What is the Lord doing, she asked. She's right. Now that I think about it, we haven't had proper ti together because of various events. I deeply regret that."

"What are you talking about..."

As Yuder expressed his astonishnt, Kishiar let out a deep sigh and caressed one cheek.

"And it's not just Hellem. Our very temperantal pharmacist, scolded when he ca looking for the Archmage’s brooch; Kanna Wand, Ever Beck, even the reserved Gakane Bolunwald and the timid mage Alik said similar things in their reports. Would you believe that?"

"No... I'm a grown adult capable of taking care of my own als. I've eaten enough, and there hasn't been any significant change in my body, so why..."

"I know everyone says that because they know my assistant speaks so harshly to himself," Kishiar said with a smile, cutting off Yuder's speech.

"It's natural to worry and be concerned as much as one cherishes and loves."

"..."

"And I do too."

Yuder looked down at his hand, awkwardly holding a fork, and let out a long breath. He felt he could never win against this man.

How could he refuse when Kishiar spoke so earnestly, making it embarrassing and awkward to deny him?

"Very well. Bring as much as you like. I'll eat it all."

At this resolute response, Kishiar burst into laughter. Yuder did not understand why he was laughing so heartily, but he found the sight of his laughter pleasing after a long ti.

Afterward, Kishiar drew towards Yuder five different types of slice cakes and various pastries all at once, explaining the major clue that led him to firmly believe that Galexentre was indeed a spy.

"You might have guessed, but it was largely thanks to the previous ga's story. When I looked back at the worst choices and answers that could have occurred in the current situation, based on what happened then, I began to see new information that could have been missed."

"So where did Galexentre Balfors try to pass the Red Stone?"

"It definitely wasn't one of the four major ducal houses."

Kishiar replied thoughtfully.

"They might have been curious about the Red Stone, but not desperate enough to obtain it, nor did they find it particularly appealing. From their perspective at the ti, it would have been more beneficial if His Majesty the Emperor recovered and brought it to the capital without them lifting a finger."

They would have been willing to lend a hand if it ant embarrassing Kishiar and the Cavalry, but as far as the Red Stone was concerned, there was no reason for the four major ducal houses to take such a risk. Yuder agreed with this.

"That makes sense. Then it must be a foreign country."

"Specifically, I believe it's from the south."

It was a statent affirming the identity of the enemy, still shrouded in mystery despite two lifetis of experience.

"Many of the phenona observed by Sunz overlapped significantly with the traditional signaling system used in the south, utilizing natural features. It's not used for military purposes, but perhaps they thought it useful enough to teach to an imperial like Galexentre for communication."

"How did you know such a thing? Did you also investigate that?"

"It wasn't because of this incident; I already knew."

"How so?"

"When Nathan and I wanted to play secret tricks as children, we needed our own codes that even the smart people in the palace couldn't easily decipher."

Kishiar's lips curled up slightly.

"Back then, I thought it was cool and fun. Using hand signals from traditional gas of other countries that others ignored, or implicit signals unknown in the Empire, to sneak out of the palace and play."

Thanks to this, Kishiar was able to quickly identify a candidate during his conversation with Sunz. Maybe those childhood antics were useful in so way, Kishiar mused with a smile.

There seed to be a glimpse of the mischievous prince's character from his youth in that smile.

Yuder found himself lost in thought, gazing down at the five empty plates.

'So... it's the south again.'

Was Galexentre Balfors from his previous life also a spy from the south? Did he use their thods to push aside his rival ghna and seize the position of General in the south?

"I can't be certain, but when you think about it, that alliance wasn't such a bad outco for either Balfors or the South. Balfors gained a General's position he never could have attained normally, and for the South, it ant more freedom of action in the southern territories."

The Southern countries had long been ddling with the imperial south. Consequently, the imperial south had beco a region where many Southerners resided, and it was also the place with the most Southern half-bloods. Even the original base of the recently captured Aton and Southern rchants was in the south.

Although General Balfors from the previous life had not been on good terms with the Cavalry and had been slow to respond to the great calamity in the south, he had been diligent in one aspect.

That was during the ti Emperor Katchian decided to engage with the Southern countries, and Balfors was responsible for gathering and conveying the Southern countries' perspectives.

Being in a position to represent the Emperor's will, yet well-inford about the Southern countries, and being the least politically problematic figure, he was naturally seen as the ideal choice for the role of the General of the South. And indeed, he had perford that task quite diligently.

Considering that the beginning of the Southern countries' interactions with various countries north of the desert started with its exchange with the Orr Empire, it was a significant achievent.

"Furthermore... they were as quick as us to realize the usefulness of the Awakener's abilities. There might not be a direct organization like the Cavalry, but who knows how many more capable Awakeners like Aton and his subordinates exist."

There had always been countries covertly vying for the Red Stone. However, the ticulousness and preparedness shown by the Southern countries over the years were on a different level compared to those nations.

The determination of those people, which he hadn't considered too important in his previous life, now ca to him with a chilling clarity.

Yuder looked down at the last empty plate and spoke.

"It seems there's one more thing to ask Aton about."

—

Not long after, a new visitor arrived.

It was Lady Myra, the First Princess of Herne, bringing news of the official funeral of Second Prince Ashrav. She was dressed in a funeral-appropriate black attire with a short veil and placed a letter directly on Kishiar's desk.

The letter, encased in a black envelope adorned with a white leaf, was a traditional noble's funeral invitation, signifying the importance of inviting esteed guests to the deceased's final journey.

"It's been a while, Your Grace, Duke Peletta. I hope you've been well."

"Of course. But you, Lady Myra, look rather tired. Are you alright?"

"I wish I could say I am, but sadly, that's not the case."

Lady Myra's lips curled faintly behind her veil.

"While it's one thing that my father finally arrived, the situation beca quite noisy with the arrival of an uninvited guest."

"An uninvited guest?"

"It's the youngest son of the Diarca family."

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"Do you know how it feels to play a ga that's already ssed up? ...Anyway, the next round will co, so this ti, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is soone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each ti. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he beca completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

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"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that mont, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a ssed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

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Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

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"Since when have you been watching ?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for so ti now. However, Leonardo's answer was sothing that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Sa author as Turning)

In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality ga was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.

By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected etings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was soone like you born into this world to make so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no ti to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a mont, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long mont of floating in space, he rembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last ti.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you beco the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the sa, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had co to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly rembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this ga, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that mont, sothing that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to co when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I ant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that mont.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenonon Managent Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a ga that's already ssed up? ...Anyway, the next round will co, so this ti, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is soone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each ti. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he beca completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he cos to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that mont, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a ssed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'