I Failed to Possess

An unidentified man entered the room cautiously.

In the original work, the male lead was threatened with his life many times. Of course, the assassin was killed without arguing with the main character.

“Hey!”

But the boy, who must have felt more tired because of me, didn’t open his eyes.

His head was cold.

Without the strength to protect the child, I stood in front of the man with my arms outstretched.

He passed me and walked over to the bed where the male lead was lying.

“…”

Contrary to the expectation that he would draw out his sword immediately, the man un-tied the cloth covering his face in a reverent position in front of the prince. The cloth that was covering the man’s face and head fell to the floor.

And the man began to raise his prayers by bringing his hands to his chest.

A blue string was tied around the man’s neck.

This was a mark of the heretical fanatic group that appeared in the original.

“It’s a step for your happiness, so forgive me…”

It was terrifying to pray politely to the target of the assassination.

“Please, prince! Please wake up!”

The prince did not respond until the moment the assassin took out his sword as if he had made up his mind after praying for a long time with his eyes closed.

I wrapped my arm around the prince’s body meaninglessly.

The sword fell right in front of me. The prince will be stabbed.

I struggled for meaninglessness and then closed my eyes.

“No!”

I shouted with all my strength.

“Ugh, what is this!”

Along with the sound of the wind, there was the sound of something piercing.

Did I get stabbed? Did the child get stabbed?

“Uh….”

For fear that the child might have been stabbed, I did not dare to open my eyes and trembled.

A loud bang was heard.

“Your Highness!”

The sound of an adult man’s cry was heard, not the child’s. Then there was the sound of something crashing, followed by a loud noise.

A clear sound was produced as swords collided.

When I opened my eyes to confirm the truth of the incident, my eyes frowned at the bright light.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

“Hm…?”

“What I’m saying to you is right. So don’t open your eyes.”

I hurriedly opened my eyes to confirm that the child was still alive, but the prince blocked it again.

“Stay there. When you open your eyes, I will make you regret it.”

“Ahh!”

A man’s scream was heard.

When I closed my eyes, I became sensitive to the incoming scream.

My brow furrowed as a bright light shot over my closed eyelids.

A pungent smell pierced my nostrils.

I tried to open my eyes again and again, but I couldn’t.

The air around me became tense with an intangible energy. The sharp air seemed to rush in and tear me apart the moment I opened my eyes.

“Guards!”

Something was being dragged on the floor and the door opened.

“Hand it over to the interrogator. I think he’s going to die soon.”

The door closed and the room was filled with silence again.

I didn’t know how things were going, but when I heard a calm voice, it seemed to have settled down to some extent.

“Open your eyes.”

I could only open my eyes after hearing the child’s voice.

Golden powder was flying around the prince.

After waving his palm a few times, the tiny dots of light that embroidered the air disappeared.

The big man had disappeared and the messy room was also in order to some extent.

“Just…what just happened?”

I asked.

The prince raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say.

“It was an assassin.”

The prince, who was sweeping the matted bed, saw the cut in his sword and bit his tongue.

“I’ll have to tell Seria tomorrow.”

The child noticed that I was far away and sat down on the bedside to catch his breath.

“Your eyes must have been closed the whole time.”

“Ah…”

The words didn’t come out right.

The prince, who I thought was calm, was shaking with his hands together.

“…Are you okay?”

The words were muffled in fear that did not go away. However, the meaning seems to have been conveyed.

The prince’s eyes widened when I asked if he was okay.

I don’t know what my expression looked like, but it must have been a mess that almost brought him to tears. The prince’s face, who met my eyes, was furiously distorted.

“Hey, don’t look this way. Go away.”

Then the child covered his face with the palm of his hand.

I did not want to scare the child who had suffered a major disaster, so I decided to listen quietly.

I trudged over to the sofa to spread the distance.

There was blood on the floor not far from where I was. I was shocked to see that and asked.

“Do you have any injuries?”

“None.”

“Blood, there is blood…”

“Not from me.”

“Can you not call someone?”

“How can I believe in things out there?”

“Then we need to move rooms…”

“This is the safest place.”

As I moved out of sight, I expressed the fear the child had endured.

The prince clenched his arm tightly to prevent his trembling limbs from trembling.

“Would you like to stay by my side?”

Words leaked out from me without realizing.

“…What? Stop talking nonsense.”

“Huh, that’s ferocious.”

I said this because I thought he was going to collapse at any moment, but seeing the reaction, I didn’t think I needed to.

“More than that, how did you just do that?”

“Huh? What?”

“The floating blanket.”

After the prince’s words, there was a heavy silence for a while.

The child suddenly drew attention with a nonsense cough.

“…You kept waking me up.”

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“You heard me?”

“How could I sleep when it was so noisy?”

The prince’s mouth widened as he continued.

“You…”

“Me?”

“It must’ve been hard.”

“Are you talking to me?”

I asked, pointing a finger at me.

“Wow, what! I’m not talking to you! I am very proud of myself.”

“Then it’s not about me.”

The prince scratched his head.

“…What am I doing?”

The prince got ready to sleep again and laid down.

Of course, he covered his figure with a blanket as if he didn’t want my eyes to see him.

The blanket that covered the top of his head was moving up and down. It was different from the steady movement I had seen when he had just woken up.

The prince who had never tossed and twisted his body to and fro.

“Prince.”

“…”

“It’s not because I’m scared, it’s because I think you’re scared, so I’m asking first because I’m considerate.”

“…”

“Can’t you just let me be by your side?”

“…”

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that silence is positive.

“Hmm. I knew it.”

‘I don’t think he can sleep because he’s scared too.’

It was clear that he would have a nightmare if it went on like this. Just like what I dreamt.

‘Come to think of it, I woke up from a nightmare at just the right time.’

I flew to the bed where the prince was lying, and took a seat in the space next to the bedside table.

“Aren’t you scared of this enough?”

“…”

“Sleep in peace. If someone comes, I will shout.”

Sigh. A child’s low sigh could be heard through the duvet.

The prince slowly lowered his head at the sound of my voice coming close. It looked like a snail.

“…What are you doing while shaking like that?”

“Wh-when did I tremble?”

The child looked at me with tired eyes.

“Hmm! Sleep now so you can get tall.”

“…That’s a load of crap.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.”

“…”

“I think you are afraid because of what I said last time.”

“Who is afraid?!”

The prince quickly shut his mouth.

The wheezing sound continued for a while, then returned to the conventional stable breathing sound.

The prince had never entrusted me with any sentry duties, but I felt a sense of responsibility and turned off the lights and looked out his window.

‘I have to protect him.’

When I opened my eyes, there were glances looking down at me as if I was ridiculous. I scratched the nape of my neck in amazement.

After a night of many twists and turns, the prince did not completely ignore me like before, but responded back. He often made eye contact (although he quickly turned away), or answered me (about once in a hundred times).

Isn’t this a lot of progress?

…Isn’t it?

~*~

(3rd person pov)

Mortiers raised one corner of his mouth as if it were ridiculous, looking down at her waving black hair.

‘It’s not funny. Such a pathetic thing cannot be an illusion I have created.’

Mortiers decided to admit it. That the woman who was asleep by the side table was not someone he made up.

As he was pondering how to define the ‘this’ that exists in front of him, he remembered the moment when the assassin was about to stab him.

He opened his eyes before she called. It was because the strange air flowing from outside alerted him sharply beforehand.

‘Hey, hey. Prince, prince!’

‘Hey! wake up!’

‘Ugh…’

The unknown ghost woke him up by raising her voice as if worried about his own death.

And as she wrapped herself around him, a strange thing happened.

The blanket covering him suddenly floated in the air, blocking the view of the assassin. Thanks to this, Mortiers was able to subdue the assassin with ease.

He looked at the woman crouching by the side table and snorted at her.

He thought for a moment that she might have been helping him, but as he looked at her dumbfounded face while being asleep, he withdrew his thoughts.

“Look at you…”

He frowned as she let out a sudden groan.

“Now even sleep talking.”

Come to think of it, this was the first time he had ever seen a woman like this. He hated to admit it, but he was also frightened.

Her black hair reminded him of a precious friend.

Mortiers recalled his memories of that day after a long time. A childhood when he was happy.

But his recollection did not last long.

Seeing the woman’s face, which he couldn’t even find a sense of crisis, he yawned involuntarily.

The sensitive senses faded and he began to fall asleep.

Comfort.

It wasn’t the kind of feeling he’d feel in a bloody room, but it was a perfect description of his mood.

“Good night.”

It’s a greeting he hasn’t heard in years.

Her face, wishing him a good night’s sleep with a bright smile, shimmered as if embroidered in his eyes.

‘For what purpose did you come to me?’

Mortiers, who had been thinking about her for a long time, felt uncomfortable with the blanket that was covering him, and kicked it with his feet.

‘..Why is it so hot?’

It was a time when the moon occupied the sky with silence, but the surroundings of Mortiers were heated with strange heat.

The prince ignored it and left his eyelids to the creeping sleepiness.