There was no text that could be read properly after that.
Even after using the drug for maximum restoration, there were too many sections where the two inks were pressed together and illegible.
Nevertheless, Ranshel now understood.
In this writing, Charlotte fully revealed her identity.
‘She was a member of the Nameless.’
The threats of the Nameless, a newly created life….
Ranshel sank his head low, reflecting on the phrases remaining in his mind.
A headache pulsed as if he had a fever.
Female assassins are now trained in other families, not the Nameless.
This is because the first daughter once slaughtered all the other daughters and turned the Nameless into a bloodbath.
The first daughter of the Nameless, who has now disappeared.
Ranshel had heard about her while he was training.
She was said to have great skill but was excessively willful, injured other children during training, and resisted orders, making her very difficult to manage.
However, her talent for killing people was exceptional; whenever she was dispatched for an assassination, she never failed, no matter how difficult the circumstances.
It was said that even the utterly cold-hearted family head couldn’t bring himself to dispose of her, despite her willfulness, and even tried to appease her, so she was undoubtedly an unprecedented talent.
But her end was not good.
She committed a massacre, killing all the other daughters after refusing her final assassination order.
She was then expelled from the Nameless by the enraged family head and ultimately killed after several clean-up squads were sent after her.
It was a story passed down in the Nameless, heard only for amusement.
Ranshel could never have imagined that the person in those stories was the one he had been searching for all along.
-I can’t figure out where she is at all. It’s strangely clean? It feels very much like an expert intentionally erased the traces.
Simon’s voice echoed in his ears.
Now, when he thought about it, it was obvious.
If the Nameless had been determined to erase the traces, it would have been difficult for anyone to follow.
‘Eloping with a commoner she loved?’
Wrong. Charlotte left Zavad with a lie.
The commoner who supposedly came to take Charlotte away was not the person she loved, but a clean-up squad sent by the Nameless.
He knew she wasn’t alive, of course, but he never dreamed that the Nameless had disposed of her.
‘Then… how am I supposed to find the body?’
Ranshel leaned his strengthless body against the table and squeezed his eyes shut.
Another secret had been added that he couldn’t reveal to Zavad.
How could he tell him?
That the mother he was waiting for was actually an assassin who killed many people, and that she was executed for disobeying orders and massacring her comrades….
Ranshel groped for the prayer book on the table and caressed it.
The content was nothing less than a love letter to her beloved, but the object itself was a book.
It was not delivered because it was not a letter.
She couldn’t run away with the person she loved, and she merely left her unfinished feelings in the prayer book.
She hid it so no one could casually take it out, but she used a method where it could be read after restoration.
It was as if she had hoped that one day, the person she loved, following her traces, would reach that educational institution and find the feelings she had carefully hidden away.
“…….”
Ranshel’s heart ached, but he felt equally devastated.
Since the Nameless had erased the traces, it would be difficult to find where the body was buried.
If he did nothing, wouldn’t Zavad wait for a mother who would never return for the rest of his life?
Then the revenge against the ducal family wouldn’t progress, and the plan to continue the quest would remain unclear.
No matter how much he raised his contribution and prepared for the dramatic moment of betrayal, it would all be useless if Zavad didn’t carry out the revenge.
Since the original game story was already very distorted, it wouldn’t be strange if Zavad’s future changed.
If Zavad received recognition for thwarting the Demon King’s resurrection and secured forces to support him within the Imperial Family, the probability of him inheriting the title would increase.
Even a Duke wouldn’t ignore the pressure from the Imperial Family and pass the family onto Stein, who showed no accomplishments.
Then Zavad would peacefully prepare to become the head of the family, drive out all those who threatened him, become the master of the ducal castle, and wait for his mother’s return.
And Ranshel would continue to remain by his side.
Continually, by Zavad’s side, as his servant….
Ranshel stared blankly at the prayer book on the table.
……He couldn’t do that.
He shouldn’t.
He had to complete the quest and return to Eunhye with a healthy body.
But what if he tried his best and still failed?
If he did everything he could, shouldn’t he… be allowed to let go a little?
If, after living Ranshel’s life completely, he returned to Cha Eunseong’s body….
‘…Get a grip.’
Ranshel slapped his cheek with his palm and tightly gripped his hair, then let go.
He shouldn’t do that.
If he did, what would happen to Eunhye, who had an older brother who woke up with a broken body and would never leave the bed?
Was he planning to make her nurse him for the rest of her life and pay off the debt alone until she died?
‘Get a grip, get a grip.’
He had to find Charlotte’s body somehow.
Even if he had to dig up the entire continent.
And by doing so, he had to let Zavad know that his mother was dead and lead him to carry out the revenge against the ducal family for confining and emotionally abusing him as a child.
He had to shatter Zavad’s peace and guide him toward a painful and miserable path.
That was right.
He had to do that.
Ranshel bit his lip tightly and frantically opened the prayer book in his trembling hands.
[I am afraid that you will forget me. I am afraid that you will erase me forever.]
His tightly bitten lips tasted of blood, as if they were torn.
[Please don’t forget me. Please remember me. I ask for nothing else.]
He had sympathized alone, believing he shared Charlotte’s feelings, but he was wrong.
He was flawed.
Ranshel could not be satisfied with just this kind of feeling.
Zavad merely remembering him was not enough, that alone was not enough.
Could he truly close his eyes comfortably, wishing that someone would make Zavad happy someday?
He had been thinking nonsense all along.
He knew nothing about himself.
He did not possess such beautiful and noble feelings.
He could not become such a saint.
He was not a person worthy of God’s love.
He wanted to live his life with Zavad.
He wanted to be by his side.
He wanted to keep, keep looking at the person he loved.
Harboring only such desperate desire, a truly dirty ambition, he dared to think that his heart resembled Charlotte’s love.
It was utterly ridiculous.
