Chapter 500
C500
[Daughter of the Supernatural Blood.]
Following the resonance of The Wanderer’s voice, silence took over the place. However, it was short-lived.
—Mmm, that name sounds far too outdated. Could you call me Cardinal Yutia Bloodia?
At the request of Yutia Bloodia, who wore a small smile, The Wanderer opened her mouth calmly.
[… Very well, Cardinal Yutia Bloodia.]
—Perfect.
[Then, what is the reason for your visit? Even after spending such an immense amount of power.]
The reason The Wanderer could manifest in this form was that she had previously implanted a clone, but mainly because Yutia Bloodia had paid the price with vast energy. The Wanderer had already exhausted all the power accumulated to converse with Alon Palatio; that is, she remained manifested at that moment thanks to the power of the Cardinal in front of her.
Because of this, although she feigned serenity, The Wanderer could not help but be internally astonished. The magnitude of power required to manifest her was measured by the standards of a Divine Blood, and not just any, but those who possessed an “Apostle.” However, despite channeling that absurd power in real-time, the woman before her looked utterly calm.
‘… Certainly, the Supernatural Blood is different,’ thought The Wanderer. In that instant:
—I have come expressly to find you to give you my thanks and a warning.
—Thanks and… a warning?
—Yes. —Yutia Bloodia tilted her head slightly with a smile—. I thank you because, thanks to you all, the Master does not lose his way easily. Because of that, sometimes my worry diminishes a bit.
[…]
—I truly appreciate it. You know? Sincerely.
[And what is it that you wish to warn me about?]
The Wanderer asked while Yutia Bloodia maintained her smile. Without losing her expression, the Cardinal continued:
—Mmm, to tell you beforehand, I would like you to pay attention to this point with total clarity. Both you… —Yutia Bloodia raised a finger gently—. … and the one who is above you.
[…]
Silence descended once more. However, Yutia Bloodia did not seem to care; her eyes narrowed with a frigid gaze.
—My warning is simple. So simple it would be strange not to understand it.
[What is it…?]
—Abandon any idea of utilizing the Master… no, Alon Palatio.
She warned.
[…]
The Wanderer looked at her in silence from above. There stood Yutia Bloodia, with her unalterable smile, staring fixedly at her. Facing such an imperturbable attitude:
[… We—]
The Wanderer tried to speak, but:
—Ah, there is no need for you to respond, you know?
[… What?]
—It is not something I am saying to you personally, and furthermore, this is a notification. —Yutia Bloodia waved her hand lightly—. I am not very interested in what you think. Likewise, I am not interested in what those above think.
[…]
—Just keep one thing in mind: do not utilize the Master. As long as you comply with that, I will do nothing. Neither against you, nor against the one who is above you.
At Yutia Bloodia’s low murmur, The Wanderer wore an expression of astonishment that soon transformed into a frown.
[You… no matter how much you are the daughter of the Supernatural Blood, you are quite insolent.]
She expressed her displeasure openly.
[Even if you are the successor of the Supernatural Blood, understand that you are in no position to direct such words to the one I serve. No matter how much you warn, the one I serve has no obligation to listen to your insolent warning—]
She could not continue. Or rather, technically, she made sounds. Clearly, she was trying to keep talking. But her lips did not move. It was as if all her actions had been sealed.
In that moment, The Wanderer opened her eyes wide as she realized that the entire world had been dyed red. But the main reason for her astonishment was something else.
‘How…?’
She, who should not be able to manifest at this time, had suddenly appeared in this place. It was impossible. Her real manifestation should occur much later. However, after hesitating for a moment, she understood the situation.
She had not manifested. This was simply that time—
—Cough!
The moment she reached that thought, The Wanderer clutched her neck. She could not breathe. It was as if she wasn’t even permitted to take a breath. As she fell to her knees:
—I told you, didn’t I? —she heard Yutia Bloodia’s voice—. That I wasn’t saying it to you.
The Wanderer looked up. There was Yutia Bloodia still smiling, also sitting on her heels.
—This is a notification. Not for you, but for the “Eye.” You must simply transmit the message. —Yutia Bloodia stroked her—. That’s right, simply transmit it.
She stroked that being who possessed an “Apostle” as if she were an adorable pet.
—What I have said… —she repeated several times—. … Then, he will probably understand.
In that instant, The Wanderer’s eyes grew even wider. Finally, she realized her error in judgment. This was not what she thought. She was not the daughter of the Supernatural Blood. She was…
—Y-you… could it be… you have fused the successor with the progenitor…?
A small index finger was placed on the lips of the woman who could not breathe. What The Wanderer saw then were red eyes. Red eyes that glowed alongside a Red Moon.
—That is why I told you.
And she added:
—The title of “daughter of the Supernatural Blood” is too outdated.
She sentenced with total calm.
—Simply call me Cardinal Yutia Bloodia. Both to me, and before the Master.
Yutia Bloodia murmured.
—Understood?
At her question and her renewed smile, The Wanderer had no choice but to nod, with evident terror reflected in her eyes.
—… What did you say?
At Alon Palatio’s bewildered question, the face of Penia, which was previously overflowing with determination, filled with doubt. But it was only for a moment.
—Ah! N-no, it’s not that, I mean…!
Soon Penia began to stammer in embarrassment, her face completely red.
—No, I’m referring to what Seolrang was doing to Alon-nim!
At her hurried correction, Alon Palatio paused for a moment and nodded.
—Are you asking if that… is something normal for me?
—Yes!
Penia asked with an expression of anxiety, and Alon Palatio fell into thought again.
—… Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?
—Ah, well… it’s just that the topic came up by chance! I thought it was curious. That biting of the nose isn’t a very common physical contact, right?
Alon ignored for a moment why the question was being asked at this precise instant and reflected.
—… Well, I suppose you’re right.
—But before, you spoke as if it were okay.
Did I? Alon remembered that last time he had said that level of contact was permitted and wore a complex expression. How to put it… biting the nose? Being cold about it, Alon also felt it was a bit excessive. But if he had allowed it then, it was precisely because the subject was Seolrang.
—… I suppose in those things, the feeling changes depending on who the person is, don’t you think?
What if another person did that? It would be strange. But for Alon, Seolrang was basically the only one who acted like that.
—Ah, so it’s an “it’s okay” only because it’s Seolrang?
—… It’s something like that. Seolrang has a childish side, doesn’t she? If the others were also a bit like children, I don’t know how I would feel, honestly.
Penia nodded, pursing her lips thoughtfully.
—Well then, why were you asking me that?
—Ah, pure curiosity!
At Penia’s response, Alon commented:
—… Oh, really?
—Yes.
—Well, if you say so.
Alon shrugged his shoulders.
—Aren’t you getting too far ahead of yourself from the start? —Evan let out.
—Shut up! —Penia snapped at him, finally letting out a sigh of relief while Alon looked out the window.
That night, Penia, who stayed in Rosario since Alon decided to spend a day there at Yuman’s invitation…
[… That is all.]
She was sharing with everyone the information obtained from Alon. Although Penia had received different proposals from the four present, she decided to reveal the information equally instead of following individual orders. She knew perfectly well that accepting secret deals behind their backs would end badly.
As a result of her response:
[Mmm…]
[I thought as much…]
[Hum…]
In the magic sphere, the faces of the three could be seen with a hint of disappointment.
[Ho, ho, ho!]
However, among them, Seolrang wore a face of “Total Victory!”. Penia, observing their expressions, concluded:
[Anyway, Alon-nim said that if it doesn’t feel like Seolrang, the contact feels a bit overwhelming to him.]
She sighed as she finished the account, feeling the small happiness that she was finally escaping that hell. In that instant:
[Mmm… then, on the contrary, if we resemble Seolrang, is that contact permitted?] —Magrina murmured.
[… It’s basically impossible, isn’t it? Seolrang has that childish air by nature] —Rine and Yutia Bloodia responded.
[It’s true, sister. It wouldn’t be easy for us to see ourselves that way, would it?] —Magrina added.
[Yes, yes. It is a senseless idea.]
[Exactly.]
[Pretending to be a child is something pathetic, isn’t it?]
[That’s right.]
The voices of those who were nodding with smiles and adding comments began to…
[… Youthful air…]
[… Childish, huh?…]
… become lower and lower. And finally.
[… ?]
Seeing the three women lowering their heads in silence, lost in deep reflection, and Seolrang looking at them with a complex expression:
—… Ah.
Penia immediately understood what they were thinking. And then…
‘… Have they perhaps lost their minds?’ was the thought that crossed her mind.
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