The Escort Knight Who Is Obsessed by the Villainess Wants to Escape - Chapter 29.1

Eliza fiddled with the ears of the black cat doll.

Sitting at her desk, she fell into deep thought.

“This is strange.”

She needed to find out the cause of this.

Based on her knowledge and information, she made a guess.

Since it was related to magic, she had to use magic as well.

She clenched and unclenched her hands.

Her small, short hands wriggled.

Looking down with a furrowed brow, she pressed the doll close to her body.

In case it got singed by fire.

And then, with the other hand, she used magic.

The soft, glowing fire in her palm was golden.

Flames with red tips flickered.

She looked at the mirror on her desk.

Eyes shining with red, orange, and yellow colors.

Pure-blooded mage show visible signs when using magic.

For the Bevel family, it’s a change of eye.

It’s just her and Barak.

Before her birthday.

The sealed power never manifested strongly.

A matchstick-sized flame was the most she could do.

Back then, her eyes remained normal even when using magic.

But now, her eyes change.

The dangerous power that once hurt her mother when she was little.

Even then, when her uncontrolled power rampaged, her eye color would change.

In other words, she had fully regained that power.

“But why….”

The Mad Fire everyone talked about.

That fire doesn’t whisper.

The power that once urged her to burn and destroy everything around her is now silent.

It’s an awkward silence.

Before it was sealed, even when she wasn’t using her power, the fire tempted her.

She couldn’t sleep properly.

She always fell asleep barely, wrapped in her mother’s arms, listening to a gentle lullaby.

And even then, she often woke up.

Once, unable to control it, she hurt her mother…

Eliza shook her head at the unpleasant memory.

She buried her face in the red blanket around her neck.

A pleasant scent wafted.

A smell that calmed her heart.

Thinking about this situation again.

“Why is this happening?”

Have I been able to control it perfectly?

It’s strange if that’s the case.

Back when I discovered it in the magic laboratory, Eliza heard a whisper.

The same tempting words as before.

A gesture that draws you into the abyss of violence.

Kill and burn everything.

But I stopped hearing it…

“…Judas.”

Only the moment when I held Judas’s hand.

One additional clue.

Eliza slept with Judas this morning.

In retrospect, it was strange from the start.

It was impulsive, unlike me.

I couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t because of insomnia or nightmares.

The face and touch of Sardis came to mind like a demon.

And then, I thought of Judas.

I tried teleporting and succeeded.

I got into bed and hugged him.

Like when I hugged my mom.

Like when I hugged the doll my mom gave me as a gift when I was little.

The teddy bear now buried with my mom in her grave.

At that moment, Judas was warm and cozy.

The illusion of Sardis disappeared as if washed away.

A comforting cold energy flowed into my body.

It felt similar to when I sensed Judas using magic before.

There were no other emotions.

Just the awareness that I did something a noble shouldn’t do.

Just that much.

“It was similar to the Holy power of the Moonsin religion….”

I’m not sure since I’ve never experienced the Holy power of the Moonsin religion directly.

But I’m sure it’s similar yet different from Holy power.

She was born sensitive to sensing intangible powers like magic and Holy power.

The Bevel family represents the heat of the sun.

So they have inherited dangerous fire magic.

The Helios royal family, the other major power serving the sun, symbolizes the light of the sun.

No mages have ever come from their family.

Instead, they’ve had excellent sacred power for generations.

Thanks to that, the Helios emperor is also the pope of the Sun God.

And then, there’s the Moonsin religion.

It is said that in the earliest scriptures, the sun and the moon were one.

This is a past that is no longer recognized as official history.

“I should look into it.”

Although I’ve studied various myths and scriptures, I haven’t delved as deeply as theologians have, especially about times before our current world.

The primeval land, the era called the Mythic Age.

Eliza headed to the mansion’s library with Lia.

While asking Judas directly was an option, Eliza preferred to gather some preliminary information first.

She didn’t like being taught, but she did enjoy reading and had collected many books.

“Miss, is something the matter?”

The librarian asked, coming out to greet them.

“I’m looking for books related to the Mythic Age, especially those mentioning the sun and moon together. Any category will do, anything at all.”

“Understood. I’ll find them for you right away.”

Eliza sat in the waiting area, hugging a cat doll.

As she waited, she came up with various theories but wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

Lia, sitting next to her, watched Eliza intently.

Deep emotions were reflected in her dark eyes, emotions Lia couldn’t see.

The librarian returned soon.

“I’ll need to look further, but I’ve found these five for now.”

Eliza skimmed through the books. One of them was a fairy tale.

She couldn’t blame the librarian, as she had asked for anything regardless of category.

She opened it to check its contents.

It was an old fairy tale centered around the sun and moon.

The kind of story children might like.

The sun and moon were joined as one.

But the moon suffered from the sun’s heat.

The sun loved the moon dearly.

So much so that it wanted to keep the moon close despite the pain.

The sun hoped the moon would endure.

But eventually, it sent the moon far away.

Hurting the moon was like eating away at itself.

Instead, it watched the moon from afar from time to time.

That’s why the moon shines, reflecting the sun’s light.

The changing shapes of the moon were explained as the sun hiding and watching the moon from different angles each day, ending with an educational conclusion about this real-world phenomenon.

Eliza chuckled wearily.

“A typical fairy tale.”

She handed the fairy tale book back to the librarian.

“Exclude this one. If you find any more, bring them to my room. And don’t bring any more fairy tales next time.”

“Yes, miss. I’ll do that.”

Lia picked up three books.

Eliza returned to the study room while reading one.

She opened it to the front and began to read.

The preface written in the first scriptures, now unacknowledged.

In the distant past, the mythical age.

When the stars governed order.

The primordial being made of gold.

He used the power of the unified sun and moon to seal the Demon god of the void and made this land belong to humans.

Since then, golden eyes have become a symbol of the savior of the world.

An old-fashioned story.

This was not the content Eliza needed right now.

“Golden eyes…”

Suddenly, Judas came to mind.

Rather than noble, beast-like eyes.

A street orphan as the savior of the world.

A story fit for a fairy tale.

And then her own image surfaced.

Eyes blazing with mad fire, appearing golden from a distance.

Because her pupils shone brightly.

Eliza smirked.

She didn’t believe the book’s contents, but the savior of the world?

She had no intention of becoming such a thing. She didn’t want to.

However, if someone attacked her world, she would destroy their world.

That’s all.

Eliza entered the study room.

The reassignment of her tutor hadn’t happened yet, so she had a lot of self-study time for now.

She would study the sun and moon separately in her spare time.

She pushed aside the books she brought.

Sipping the tea Lia had brewed, she opened the book she had been reading last time.

She immediately found the part she was studying.

[Fate is only fulfilled through the act of trying to escape it.]

It was about human life, free will, and Fate.

“Fate…”

A very cruel word to humanity.

If life is inevitable, what value do personal will and effort have?

However, Eliza had already concluded a long time ago.

If it’s destiny anyway, she would go in the direction she desired.

She determined her own fate and bound herself to it.

She would annihilate the Bevel family and honor her mother’s soul.

After that, well.

Her freedom didn’t really matter much.

However, why does the word fate remind one of Judas?

It’s a child so bright it hurts.

When confronted with Barak and Narcissa, I was genuinely surprised and also delighted.

It was the first time in my life that I had laughed so greatly.

I never laughed like that in the old days.

Exceeded a confident level.

It’s not without fear.

When confronted with Barak, I saw his clenched fist tremble.

He was clearly afraid.

Nevertheless, he stood up.

He chose will over death.

He embraced death, defended and advocated for himself.

Since Mom died, he was the first person like that.

Even if you flatter, if a higher person than Eliza appears, the person who pretends not to know is an opportunist.

Judas didn’t do that until the end.

That appearance was like a flame.

Even if it disappears, a flame that chooses to burn without hesitation.

He confronted Narcissa in a place she didn’t know.

Impressive.

Even in a place she couldn’t see, he chose only what satisfied her.

Eliza had to admit it.

In her world, where the colors had faded, a being with colors invaded.

Reminiscent of cold ivory, like the moon.

Red like a burning fire.

Sometimes, golden eyes like the sun shone brightly.

In her life.

“…By the way, how did he know that the Duchess hit me?”

Eliza considered that method a deduction based on intuition.

She herself occasionally stated hypotheses with weak evidence as facts and confirmed the truth through the opponent’s reactions.

Judas is quite extraordinary for a commoner, so it might be possible.

Actually, Eliza couldn’t know if he had intelligence and psychological skills like that.

I suddenly remembered a book I read a while ago.

‘Antithesis of master and slave….’