âEveryone, make way!â
âGo get a doctor, call a doctor!â
âLord Ian! Open your eyes. Lord Ian.â
Xiaoshi carried Ian on his back and ran. The situation was already chaotic. His lord had intended to distance himself to avoid amplifying the anxiety with his collapse. He ran to the office, circling around the building. As quickly and discreetly as possible.
âIan! Please, oh, the blood keeps coming out!â
Philea, who had been desperately following, cried out in horror. At the same time, Xiaoshi felt his shoulder becoming wet. His master was unconsciously coughing up blood.
Nersarn caught Philea as she was about to fall, while Romandro and Jin cleared the way ahead, shedding tears.
Bang!
The main building was deserted. Most of the mages had been conducting the magic confirmation ceremony with Ian, half of them had fallen to Arsen, and the remaining half were dealing with the aftermath. Even though they burst through the main buildingâs door roughly, apart from the servants, there was no one to ask for help.
âHuk, Lord Ian?â
âWhere are the mages? Arenât there any mages left in the main building?â
âTh-There should be someone on duty.â
âHurry and bring them! And a doctor too!â
âY-Yes, understood!â
âWarm water and towels!â
Tap tap tap!
Xiaoshi laid Ian down in the small bedroom next to the office. It was a space where he would occasionally take short naps when tired from work. It was also a place frequently used by Beric in the past, and recently by Romandro.
âSlowly, lower him slowly.â
With his head tilted back, a red shirt with no trace of white, and a pale complexion, it was undeniable that his condition was serious.
âWhere is something to cover himâ¦â
As Romandro looked around for something like a blanket, he suddenly realized. Since coming to the central area, Ian hadnât assigned any meaning to a place of rest.
When he collapsed like this, the only nearby place to rely on was this small room attached to the office. Moreover, the bed and small items were all things used by the former minister, Wesley.
âHere it is.â
âAh, yes.â
âLord Ian? Huk, what happened to his condition?â
The servant brought a thick blanket along with Akorella. Judging by the protective goggles she was wearing, she seemed to have been secretly conducting experiments in the basement.
She examined Ian in horror. There were no major external injuries, but the continuous coughing up of blood indicated an internal problem.
âCaptain Akorella! Do something for Ian.â
âJ-Just a moment. You! Go downstairs and bring everything from the second shelf of the cabinet on the right in my office. And you, uh, send word to the storage room to bring out the magic amplifier! Ah! And syringes too!â
Akorella, who usually didnât get flustered easily, stumbled over her words as if her mind had stopped. While the servants bustled about following orders, Jin kept holding Ianâs right arm and crying.
âLord Ian, you must not die.â
âYour Highness. Donât worry. Minister Ian isâ¦â
Romandro, who was trying to comfort Jin, grabbed his nose. Blood dripped through his fingers.
It wasnât just Ian who had spent the last few days grinding away his stamina by staying up all night. Romandro too had been artificially boosting his stamina with magic potions. His body was now signaling that he had reached his limit.
Viviana, who had entered late, noticed this and immediately held up a towel.
âDarling!â
âItâs alright, Vivi. Donât worry.â
âOh my, haa. Reallyâ¦â
Romandro smiled and stroked Viviâs back. His gentle gesture tried to reassure his wife that it was just a nosebleed. Xiaoshi wiped away his sweat and turned to look at him.
âSir Romandro. You should go rest too.â
âItâs fine. With Ian lying down, how can I leave my post for the aftermath?â
ââ¦If I may say so, we should consider that Lord Ian might not be able to get up for a few days. Since he ordered the cleanup, wouldnât those who were at the scene primarily take charge for the first few hours?â
It would be truly troublesome if even Romandro, the assistant, was absent when the Ministry of Magic needed to make decisions. So it would be better to replenish his strength for even a few hours to manage the situation.
As Romandro tried to refuse, waving his hand, blood gushed out again as if in defiance.
âKyaaah! Darling!â
âAh, alright. Vivi. Please donât be alarmed. Iâm really fine.â
âRomandro. Xiaoshiâs words are reasonable. There were many casualties, but the Prime Minister is safe. So is Captain Jeirat of the Imperial Guard. For just a few hours, a few hours, letâs trust them.â
Jin pushed Romandroâs back. He looked back at Ian lying down several times before reluctantly stepping out. He kept muttering that he would be right back, that he would return after just one nap.
âCaptain Akorella. Iâve brought what you asked for. The doctor will be here shortly as well.â
âPut them down here. Haa, as expected of the potion I made. The effects and side effects are so precise, my goodness. Hehehe. If I had known this would happen, I should have done some magic training. Your Highness, Iâm an indoor worker. I use my brain more than strengthâ¦â
âI understand, so hurry!â
âYes. Minister Ian. Please pull yourself together. Here we go.â
Akorella injected the magic amplifier into her arm and gritted her teeth. It was still in the experimental stage, but what could she do? Her superior was dying. She opened her magic power and let it flow into Ian.
Zzzing. Zing!
Faintly, very faintly, Ianâs breathing seemed to stabilize. But Jin couldnât be sure if it was real. Expectations always create illusions. The child pressed his ear close to Ianâs chest and murmured.
âKeep going, keepâ¦â
When Ian suddenly coughed up blood, Jin, Xiaoshi, and the servants all reached out simultaneously to catch it.
Jin looked at the blood-covered Ian with a face full of despair. Was death this close? As if he couldnât believe it.
***
âIaaan. Ian.â
ââ¦I said to watch quietly.â
âNo, after having my insides turned over a few times, I know. You need to regain consciousness for faster recovery. Iaaan. Wake up. Master? Master?â
A whispering voice was heard. Jin startled awake and sat up, realizing he was on the sofa in Ianâs office. He seemed to have fainted and fallen asleep without realizing it.
As Jin turned his head towards the commotion, he met eyes with Beric, who was grinning widely.
âBeric?â
âItâs not the master who woke up, but Your Highness.â
Was it a dream? Beric, wrapped up in a blanket, was being carried by Xiaoshi.
âCan you move?â
âEh. If I could, I wouldnât be like this.â
Despite not being able to take a single step, he had an uncanny sense of smell for blood and came to ask what had happened. The servant had no reason to lie and told him the truth that Ian had collapsed. Thanks to that, Xiaoshi was left with the trouble.
âIaaan~. Shall we eat meat without you~? That thing we ate last time, Iâm going to order twice as much this time~. If you donât wake up, Iâll order three times as much~?â
Beric kept chattering and calling for Ian. Ianâs brow furrowed slightly at his calls. See, itâs working, Beric rejoiced.
âHow is Lord Ian?â
âThey said his life is not in danger.â
Xiaoshi answered as he turned around. Breaking the promise to just look, making such a ruckus. He seemed about to put Beric back in his place. Realizing this, Beric twisted his body in resistance.
âJust a little, really, just a little more!â
ââ¦Shh.â
âShush! So put me down. Okay?â
While Beric was whining, Jin observed Ian. His complexion had definitely improved. His clothes had been changed in the meantime, looking neat and tidy. At a glance, he might just look like he was in a deep sleep.
Jin let out a sigh of relief and looked out the window. The sunset was falling.
âHow long has it been?â
âThree hours, Your Highness.â
Three hours. A world without Arsen had already passed that long. A demon who looked exactly like him and tried to kill his very soul. A brother who had inflicted countless wounds too numerous to count. Those days when he existed had been so burdensome and heavy that this moment felt truly unfamiliar.
âItâs strange.â
Arsenâs shadow had been too deep. So, he thought the world would look different when he disappeared.
But the sunset was still red, the wind still blew, and the clouds still drifted. Arsen, now that he looked back, was nothing.
Clench.
Jin tightened his grip on his knees and made a resolution. No matter what difficulties he might face in the future, he would not forget this moment. Even if it seems like an insurmountable burden, from afar itâs truly trivial. Just as Arsen had been.
Knock knock.
âYour Highness Jin. Have you awoken?â
âWhat is it?â
At that moment, a servant carefully made his presence known. He stood at the door, as if waiting for Jinâs voice.
âThe Prime Minister has called an emergency meeting. Weâve informed them that Lord Ian and Sir Romandro cannot attend due to their physical condition, and since the Ministry of Magic is still in the midst of cleanup, only Captain Hale will be going. The captain has already left, and Your Highnessâs carriage is waiting.â
ââ¦I see.â
Jin slowly got up and adjusted his clothes. This was no time to be idle. He was the only prince currently in the imperial palace. With even Ian collapsed like that, he needed to pull himself together.
Jin signaled to Xiaoshi. An order to follow.
Thud.
âOw! It hurts!â
Xiaoshi roughly put Beric down under the bed and followed Jin. The Ministry of Magic was still quiet. Although mages could be seen occasionally, they all looked busy, perhaps having stopped by briefly during the cleanup.
âThis way, Your Highness.â
âWhat about Romandro?â
âLady Viviana is nursing him.â
Jin hesitated for a moment before getting into the carriage. It was the first major meeting he was attending without Ian. He felt anxious and nervous, but it was something he would have to do eventually.
âThey probably want to confirm what happened inside the meeting hall. After all, I was the last one to walk out of there. Besides that, what else could I contribute? Is there anything I should be careful about?â
Clop clop!
He wasnât sure if it was the carriage making him nauseous or if it was due to nervousness. To avoid causing trouble when Ian wakes up, he couldnât make any mistakesâ¦
âYou Ian, a member of the imperial family! Hahaha!â
Arsenâs final cry suddenly came to mind. Jin shook his head in surprise. But strangely, the words that followed wouldnât go away.
âJin. Didnât you know? Why would Ian help someone like you? Itâs because he has his own agenda! â¦Only those of imperial blood are blessed to be immune to mind control!â
Jin had been the same. When the mages and priests were collapsing, clutching their heads, he had faced Arsen unaffected. Gale too was the same. He had entered the poisonous energy that soldiers couldnât approach without any problem.
But why did Ian�
âThatâs impossible.â
Ian, a member of the imperial family? Then what about Philea? The former Count Dergha? This demon Arsen must have been trying to deceive him until his dying moment.
As Jin bit his lip gently, the carriage slowly came to a stop. They had arrived in front of the main conference room of the First Imperial Palace.
âWeâve arrived, Your Highness.â
Xiaoshi, sitting in the back seat, opened the door and guided him. Jin carefully got out and climbed the stairs nervously. And then he slowly realized.
Swish.
The gazes of nobles who were not favorable to him, whispers full of sharp edges, and the gestures of those on guard were flashing all around.