The Ugly Lady’s Secret Pouch

Theobald, who also pondered desperately, tried to get on his feet, but Lucas was one step faster.

No one could stop him as he sprang forward like a wolf.

Theobald followed, only to be grabbed by an imperial knight who had already reached him.

“It’s dangerous, Your Highness!”

“No way!”

Lucas’s voice echoed along with Theobald’s scream.

“LILA!”

People who saw Lucas running faster than the rolling cylindrical magic tool exclaimed in surprise.

They just watched without thinking of helping. It was because his movements looked amazing like time flowing slowly.

Lucas was able to reach Lila just before the attack-type magic tool. He moved nimbly while embracing her cold shoulder like an ice rink.

The sound of the explosion rang in their ears. Lila clung to him desperately, calling his name.

“Lucas, Lucas.”

“Shh…I’m here, it’s okay.”

He comforted the trembling Lila who was huddled in a corner after avoiding the explosion.

She couldn’t come to her senses after the sudden incident. She just clung to him, feeling his familiar and warm scent.

“Duke!”

At that moment, the Duchy’s knight commander shouted.

“Take cover!”

Lucas quickly looked around at the urgent cry. The place they had avoided began to turn gold.

At the same time, the snow that had piled up on the summit began to pour down. The mountain, which had been quiet due to the explosion, began to crumble sporadically.

“Lila!”

Theobald called her name with a voice that sounded like it was going to tear him apart, but he couldn’t move. It could be because of where Lucas hit him or because of what Lila said to him.

But he knew that any excuse was just an excuse.

“Wife!”

Starting from where Lila was, the place where the two men were began to crumble.

It was as if they were falling into a deep ravine and their bodies were sucked down in an instant.

“Lucas!”

She reached out in surprise and clasped his pure white hand in hers. Lucas wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her entire body.

He wasn’t going to get any part of her harmed. He wouldn’t allow anything to hurt her, not even nature.

Falling with the countless snowballs, Lucas squinted. No matter where this ended, he would protect her.

His white eyes grew darker and darker, and the voice that had been calling out to them as they plunged into the abyss faded and became inaudible.

“Lila, it’s okay.”

Lucas’s voice echoed through the darkness as if they were the only two people in the room.

Lila gripped his chest, hard. Her heart jumped in fear, but she was relieved to have him there.
But apart from that, Lila could no longer fight the cold, and she sobbed.

She was falling inexorably, and Lucas knew she would soon reach the bottom. To spare her the brunt of the impact, he turned his body.

With her on top of him, his whole body curled up in a protective embrace, he watched the snowball fall with them.

The snowballs were clear and hard as ice, and he was already covered in wounds. His shirt, soaked with blood, clung to him.

He was not afraid. He was even glad to be in this space with just the two of them.

Lucas endured the pain as if his whole body was breaking and held her tightly. Even if he had to part with her through death, he was content. He thought of the Crown Prince and the Grey Wolf, Lupus.

‘I will not love in a dark way like you do. I won’t make excuses for others like you do. Lupus, you’re no different. Did you call Lila your mate? Haven’t you already married someone else and left offspring? So… don’t call Lila your mate, whether she is reborn or not.’

Even in the pain of blood flowing back, there was a smile on his lips.

“My mate, my Lila….”

* * *

Michael marched forward despite the pain of his flesh being burned. He followed Lucas and the knights who had left first.

“Young Master, it’s dangerous.”

Owen, who followed Michael, tried to object, but he couldn’t break Michael’s stubbornness.

“I am the Duchy’s heir. As the heir, I must make sure my uncle and aunt are safe.”

The knight lifted Michael onto his horse and rode off, then stopped. They could no longer enter on horseback, so they had to walk.

Michael’s anxiety rose to the end of his throat. He couldn’t wait quietly at the Duke’s house because he was worried for some reason.

He braved the fierce snowstorm and found the way. The video communication magic tool with Lila was still connected.

Hearing the devastating sound of the explosion coming through there, Michael couldn’t sit still.

Even though he knew his uncle was a powerful man, he couldn’t help but worry.

Even if he hurried, he had limits with his short legs. Michael couldn’t stand it and flew up with magic.

“Young Master!”

Owen was the only one who realized he was using magic.

The knights could only marvel at the variety of tools at his disposal.

Michael, who was flying higher even as his cheeks turned red in the cold wind, discovered a collapsed space and his heart raced.

After seeing the knight of the Duke’s party wandering around nearby, he became even more agitated. Michael, who discovered the wailing prince and descended, looked at him.

“My Lord.”

The captain of the knights approached him first and spoke.

“The Duke and Duchess…”

After briefly seeing him unable to continue speaking, Michael gathered his trembling breath and opened his mouth.

“Report in detail.”

At Michael’s firm words, the captain of the knights kneeled down and apologized.

“They fell off the cliff while being caught in an attack magical tool. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

After hearing the report, Michael felt dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment due to the dizzying sensation and then opened them again.

At that moment, he heard the glowing prince’s voice from beside him.

“Let go of this! I can’t just leave it like this!”

Upon hearing that disgusting voice, Michael’s pink eyes were engulfed in golden light.

Kwaang!

Michael attacked the royal knights with magic.

He tried to wipe away the crown prince as well, but the royal knights were more capable than he thought.

Theobald’s eyes widened to tears as he watched Michael click his tongue in disappointment.

He was no stranger to golden, swirling eyes.

“Magic….”

He was also an excellent magician in a future that had disappeared. But now he was just a powerless prince.

When Owen arrived late and caught his breath, Michael declared to Theobald and the royal knights. It was also a message to the Duchy’s knights.

“Montefeltra will be independent from the Vassium Empire from today on. This is a clause promised in an old treaty, and the Vassium Royal Family cannot refuse it. Right now!”

Raising his voice, Michael pointed his finger at Theobald.

“The Imperial House of Vassium is hereby expelled from the territory of Montefeltra!”

“Yes!”

At Michael’s command, all the Knights of the Duchy kneeled down and obeyed. At the same time, a fight broke out, and Michael moved to the edge of the cliff.

Owen approached him and looked down with a serious expression. The pitch-black space did not reveal the bottom.

As if searching for something in that dark place, Michael, who had been staring intently, suddenly went down towards the bottom.

“Master!”

Even at Owen’s call, Michael did not stop. He went down further and finally burst into tears at the sight of the two people lying at the bottom.

The sight of his uncle covered in blood was unfamiliar. His usual confident self was gone, sprawled helplessly on the ground.

The sight of Lila lying next to him, her hands and feet turning purple, was also not good.
Michael, who stepped next to her, was unable to control his rising emotions.

It was sadder than when his father passed away. If he lost these two people, he didn’t want to live anymore.

“Uncle… Aunt…”

Michael, who wiped the blood on Lucas’ smiling face, which had become a mess, unleashed all his magic power.

The surroundings, which had been dark, rose up in a golden light. Even the tears that had been hanging on the edge of his eyes rose up with them.

People who quickly returned to the Duke’s party moved quickly. The guests who had come to congratulate the wedding were startled by the untimely commotion and rushed out of the room to watch.

Monaca screamed at the sight of Lucas covered in blood. Her heart raced at the sight of Lila, who was carried alongside him.

She joined the group of maids who were nearby with anxious hearts.

Then there was a person who jumped in from the support. Heinrich, with a pale face, was looking for an employee. Charlotte was in his arms.

“Call a doctor!”

Alfonso came in afterwards and tried to find a doctor in a hurry. In the meantime, Charlotte was injured and it was noisy inside.

But it was difficult to find a doctor who crowded around Lucas and Lila. Heinrich twisted his bloody mouth.

“This is no time for this. Let’s go to my room. I have a potion to heal your wounds.”

Alfonso urged Heinrich, who wasted no time in running.

Michael felt suffocated as he looked at the two lying side by side on the bed.

It was hard to keep watching them as they looked like they would never open their eyes again. But he had to watch them being treated.

That way, he could feel a little relieved.

The doctors rushed in and started pouring medicine. Nick, an alchemist, rushed in and handed over a newly made potion.

“It’s a new medicine that lowers fever. It will definitely help.”

Like Monaca and Vincent, Owen was lost in thought. Everyone moved quickly in a tense state.
What a bolt from the blue before the wedding.

Owen, lost in thought for a moment, left the room. Then he quickly ordered the servants around him to send the guests away.

Leaving Lucas and Lila, whose superficial wounds had thankfully faded thanks to the potion, Michael was able to sit down in a chair.

It had been a long time since his legs had lost strength, but even the strength he had been holding onto seemed to have disappeared.

“We’ve done everything we can, Young Master. Their temperature and pulse have improved a lot, but we still can’t let our guard down. We have to keep checking their condition closely.”

“You did well.”

Although his eyelids were motionless and he looked resentful, Michael gathered himself. He took a deep breath and looked at the two people.

They will definitely wake up.

They will surely wake up.

“If it’s not me, who will believe them.”

If people who call themselves family don’t believe in them, who will believe in them?

Beside Michael, Jessie and Vincent nodded their heads with faces that seemed like they were about to cry.