~Chapter 74~
âBut⌠who was it?â
Because of the deep hood, I couldnât see the magicianâs face.
I couldnât even guess their height or build.
âThe price of defying our king is death.â
That clear line was all I remembered. The voice wasnât distinct, but one thing stood outâŚ
The brand on the right forearm.
I recalled the mark stretching down from under the sleeve.
The World Tree, wrapped by a rising dragon.
The emblem of Arcadia, branded on the magicians of the Magic Kingdom.
âI didnât see the full pillar, but Iâm sure it was one of the branches of the World Tree.â
That faint, branch-shaped mark flickered in my mind.
I replayed the magicianâs words.
âOur kingââthat could only mean the Demon King.
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
âIn the original story⌠Leviathan was killed for defying the Demon King.â
But who was it? Other than the Demon King, was there any magician strong enough to kill a hero?
I tried hard to remember, but no face came to mind.
âIâll need to recover more memories.â
I stared at the closed door.
Dad hadnât gotten angry or pushed me away after learning my true gender.
If I told him I was a magician⌠would he react the same way?
I pulled the blanket over my head.
My back throbbed.
Right where the brand of the Magic Kingdom was.
âI hate it⌠so much.â
Magicians had taken Dadâs baby away, and now they wanted to kill him too.
And me? I was someone who had once called that enemy of hisââfather.â
âWhether youâre a boy or girl, whatever past you haveâit doesnât matter.â
If I confessed I was a magician⌠maybe Dad would still say the same.
Maybe heâd stroke my head, tell me it was okay, and promise to take care of everything.
âWithout even knowing heâs fated to die.â
I still hadnât prevented the original ending.
Yet Dad treated me with such kindness.
The worst part was that I⌠had fallen completely into that endless affection. Shamelessly, I didnât want to leave his arms.
âIdiot. Get a grip. Iâm the only one who can stop Dadâs death.â
I shut my eyes tight under the blanket.
I was used to enduring darkness alone. I wasnât yet good at calling out for someone.
That evening, Dad came with Rosetta.
I had just woken from a nap, so I was wide awake.
After changing out of my sweaty clothes, I sat on Dadâs lap and ate soup again.
âFeels like youâre heating up.â
Dad frowned, pressing my forehead.
âYour feverâs rising again by evening. Kids sometimes do that.â
Rosetta folded her arms with a serious look.
Really? I didnât feel sick⌠maybe I just didnât nap enough.
âIâll take the medicineâcough, Iâm fine!â
I reached for Borvelâs medicine bravely. Dad sighed deeply and fed me the dose himself.
âYou keep coughing. How is that fine?â
âIt is⌠ugh, bitter.â
âIâll get candy.â
Rosetta turned to fetch the jar of sweets.
As I followed her movement, my head tilted.
âHuh? Whatâs that?â
I spotted something under the table.
âAh.â
Rosetta nudged it with her foot.
âNothing.â
But I had already seen itâŚ
Catching my stare, she scratched her chin awkwardly.
âEr⌠well, while I was in the southâŚâ
She glanced at Dad, hesitating.
âI found a shoemaker I liked while recovering, so I ordered something.â
She crawled under the table and pulled out the box.
A luxury gift box, shiny and elegant. Inside was a pair of polished leather shoes.
âTheyâre a bit sturdy for a girl. Better to throw them away and order new ones.â
She looked embarrassed.
âNo! I like them! Donât throw them away!â
I flailed in Dadâs lap.
âHm?â
âThey look strong, and theyâll fit my feet. Canât I keep them?â
Before she could toss them, I clutched them tightly, the smell of new leather filling my nose.
âBut we could get prettier onesââ
âYou bought them while thinking of me!â
I knew that feeling well.
Like when eating delicious cake and thinking of someone else.
Wanting to share something good with those precious to you.
Even before meeting me, Rosetta had thought of me and bought a gift.
That made me so happy.
âI like these. Theyâre mine now.â
Even coughing, I insisted stubbornly. Above my head, I heard Dad chuckle.
âGive up, Rose. I canât break this stubbornness either.â
ââŚI didnât expect this.â
Looking dazed, Rosetta slumped her shoulders. Then, with a smile, she said,
âTruthfully⌠I kept imagining you wearing them. I was so excited to meet our new little one.â
âYou didnât even know what kind of kid I was.â
âI was ready to love you no matter what. But to have such a kind, cute daughter⌠Iâm even happier.â
âKind, cute daughter.â
My lips wobbled.
âThank you⌠sniff.â
âGoodness.â
And once again, I cried.
At that moment, Dad turned me around sharply. His brows twitched.
âYour nose is dripping.â
âItâs tears!â
âBetter it be snot. Stop crying.â
âHngh.â
ââŚNo. Maybe crying is better. What kind of kid hides so much at your age?â
He scolded lightly, pinching my nose.
âBlow.â
âSnf⌠ow, my nose!â
My poor, precious strawberry nose.
âLevi, donât pinch childrenâs noses like that.â
Rosetta scolded him with a glare, then spread her arms toward me.
âRuby. Instead of stiff, uncomfortable Dadâs arms⌠want to try Momâs soft, cozy arms?â
âM-MomâŚâ
I froze.
MomâŚ
Dad pulled me closer, shaking his head.
âRose, stop. Youâll break her.â
He spoke with the confidence of experience.
âAh, too soon?â
Rosetta looked regretful.
ââŚ.â
Slowly, I reached out toward her pale arms.
Maybe because I had already shown her my weakness. Or maybe because my heartâs lock was finally opening.
This time, it felt natural.
âM-MomâŚâ
âAh!â
Rosetta hugged me with a glowing face.
She rubbed her cheek against my head, stroked my back, brushed my hair. Unlike Dadâs, her arms smelled sweet and soft.
âMy nose hurts. And I want to run around in my new shoes.â
For once, I wanted to act like a real child.
Rosetta stroked my face gently.
âIâll rub your nose. And you can run laterâonce you rest more. You still have a fever and cough.â
âOkayâŚâ
I nodded meekly. Unable to hold back, she hugged me tighter.
âWhen youâre better, letâs eat spicy stew together.â
âAnd hot cocoa too?â
âOf course.â
Her natural reply warmed my heart. I fiddled with her silky pink hair, smiling.
âSeriouslyâŚâ
From the side, I felt Dadâs intense stare.
ââŚ.â
ââŚSo gifts⌠were the answer?â
His muttered despair, I ignored.
Rosetta gently stroked Rubianâs forehead as she slept. The fever had gone down, and the coughing had eased.
Leviathan closed the curtains tightly and took Rosettaâs shoulder.
âLetâs go.â
He whispered carefully.
She stifled a laugh. Since when had he become so delicate?
âBut what about this?â
She frowned at the shoes clutched in Rubianâs arms.
âShe wonât let go.â
âExactly. So letâs not wake her.â
Leviathan guided her out.
âGuess Iâll have to buy her a soft teddy bear too.â
Rosetta squealed inwardly.
Boyd and Liam had always hated such things, so she had never bought any.
âThis is amazing⌠is this what having a daughter feels like?â
She murmured with a glowing face. Leviathan glanced at her, puzzled.
They closed the door quietly.
The knights and servants outside bowed.
But one boy stood like a statue, not moving.
âKhalid.â
Leviathan let out a sigh.
âYouâve been here all this time?â






