094. Healing Art of Baking (4)

A nightmare where nightmares end and nightmares begin again.

Iriel couldn’t tell where the dream started and where the reality started.

Iriel woke up on a hard bed without a blanket.

It was a dark space without a single light.

‘Where is this… … .’

A dreary chill soaked her body.

‘It’s cold, it’s cold… … .’

She stroked her goose bumped arm and looked around.

And after a while, as the eyes get used to the darkness, a space that somehow feels familiar.

“here is…….”

“here is…….”

Justia’s Underground.

It was the same place where Zeke had always been waiting for him.

“Zeke…?”

“Zeke…?”

Her voice echoed against the walls of the cramped room.

“Zeke!”

“Zeke!”

I called his name again, but all I got back was my own voice.

Iriel got up and walked towards the closed door.

clap.

clap. clap. clap.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but it was locked and wouldn’t open.

The candle hanging over the bed has long been extinguished.

In that dark shadow, Iriel was left alone.

Even if you walk while sweeping the wall, the only thing that catches your fingertips is the touch of cold bricks.

Iriel waited for Zeke to return.

Wouldn’t he open the door by calling his name right now?

Time passes without eating or drinking anything.

how long have you been here

I couldn’t tell.

In the meantime, Iriel mumbles Zeke’s name.

Knock on the door and cry out for help

She slammed the door with her body and cried out that she was Princess Justia.

However, all of those things have meaning only when there is someone other than oneself.

Iriel started to hurt himself while crying.

“Why, why aren’t you sick!”

“Why, why aren’t you sick!”

No matter how much I cut my body with my nails, I don’t feel any pain.

The insensitivity of the pain aroused the fear of losing one’s self.

“If it doesn’t hurt, it’s a dream! Then you have to wake up!”

“If it doesn’t hurt, it’s a dream! Then you have to wake up!”

In order to escape from this nightmare, Iriel became more and more extreme.

choke me until I run out of breath

I even banged my head against the wall.

I thought that if I died here, if I finally died, I would be able to wake up from this terrible nightmare.

But it wasn’t allowed.

Now, having given up everything, Iriel crouched down on the hard wooden bed trembling.

Only darkness and silence fell silently.

“……What happened to this……?”

“……What happened to this……?”

“Don’t follow me.”

“Don’t you follow me?”

Ugh.

Iriel turned his head in the direction of the echo.

I may not have heard myself, but apparently the tone just… … has changed

“What… what…!”

“What… what is…?”

Iriel swallowed and opened his mouth.

Creepy goose bumps.

“What!”

“What?”

“Z-Zeke… I’m scared…”

“Z-Zeke… I’m scared…?”

The echo imitated its own voice more and more clearly.

Iriel kept his mouth shut.

So that no more echoes appear.

OK. The echoes are now beginning to speak on their own.

“Zeke…?”

“It’s mine……?”

“I’m scared……?”

In the corner opposite the bed, where the shadows were the thickest.

The dark form takes shape on its own.

Iriel opened his eyes wide and looked at ‘it’.

It sucked up the surrounding darkness and gradually increased in size.

Starting with something the size of a fist, then something the size of a rabbit, then something the size of a deer… … .

And, eventually, something the size of a human being.

It is none other than his own figure made of shadows.

“That’s… what…!”

“…what am I…?”

“monster!!!”

“Me… I… Iriel…?”

imitate one’s own voice

mimic your body and face

Now it’s starting to imitate its own name

“Shut up! You fake!”

Iriel summoned up his courage and shouted.

“Fake…? I… I, fake?”

“Yeah!! It’s fake!! Get out of here!”

Iriel screamed and screamed.

Then it was all pitch black, so I couldn’t tell the difference.

Somehow, it seemed very angry.

“Is Sieg mine…?”

tumble

“Sah, save me Zeke…”

“Is Sieg mine…?”

tumble

“Is Sieg mine…?”

it comes

Iriel shook his head and slowly put his body back.

it comes

Iriel looked around and found something that could be a weapon.

it comes

A candlestick came into Iriel’s eyes. The candle melted away and only the iron skewer remained.

it comes

Iriel held the candlestick tightly in his hand.

And it’s coming fast now.

“……Gee, Zeke!”

Iriel closed his eyes tightly and waved his hand holding the candlestick.

“Zeke is mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Flash!

well well-

gulp.

“uh… … .”

Iriel opened his eyes.

A sweetness that goes smoothly down the throat.

The familiar taste of bread soaked in milk.

‘This… … . Elise’s Bread… … .’

Satisfying hunger

It warmly wraps the body.

Iriel couldn’t even open his eyes properly

I chewed the bread that came into my mouth.

continued chewing.

Chewed and chewed again.

Incredibly… .

The more you chew the bread, the more your body trembles.

Feelings of fear, loneliness, sadness, loneliness, fear

The feeling of slipping away… … .

Iriel shed tears of relief.

‘I live… … .’

And let’s open our eyes

only then

so i found

I missed you so much

A grumpy face comes into view.

Black hair, black eyes.

Zeke Kleiman looks at himself with a worried face.

“……ji…….”

I tried to call out his name, but my voice was blocked.

Iriel impulsively stood up.

“uh……?”

However, the body quickly loses strength and descends.

chin.

A strong arm catches the fallen body.

Iriel looked at Zeke’s face as he got closer.

Without blinking an eye, as if I couldn’t miss a single moment.

Iriel reached out and touched Zeke’s face.

Like a child learning to touch one by one.

forehead

Eyebrow

Eye

nose

mouth… … .

and dragged his face with both hands

overlapped lips.

* * *

Kudangtangtang!!

The thrown chair hits the wall, bounces off, and rolls across the floor.

Recently, the swordsmanship instructor at Ramielli Academy,

Dios’s hysteria was getting worse day by day.

“Zeke, Kleiman… … . That son of a bitch… … .”

From head to toe, there is no part that I like.

It was the worst from the first meeting with him.

No, even before we met, from the time I took over all the preparations for the entrance ceremony for him, this bad relationship might have been planned.

If you properly apologize to yourself at the entrance ceremony,

If you showed material respect, you could have gone over it to some extent.

After all, Dios had no intention of flirting with someone who had ties to the duke’s family from the beginning.

However, from the first meeting at the entrance ceremony, he disregarded himself and insulted his face.

So as part of that revenge

2 When I heard the news that the prince had been beaten by him

I used this as an opportunity to try to kick him out, but even that failed.

So, is his class superior to his own?

Of course, the size of the class he and he teach may not be comparable.

Simply because of the number of people, Dios was teaching dozens of times more people.

However, no one could ignore Zeke Kleiman’s swordsmanship lessons at Ramieli Academy.

From Serena, the princess of the Duke of Joheiden, who seems to have had a relationship from the beginning

Iriel, the princess of Duke Justia, who is said to be close with her.

The second prince, who must have had a grudge again, is taking his class for some reason.

1 The daughter of Count Gilbert, a vassal of the prince, also takes his lessons.

Even if you gathered everyone in Dios’s class, it wasn’t enough to compare with one of them.

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Minimum number of people.

but maximum power.

Rather, it was a group that seemed even more special because it was a minority.

As if only those who endured the extreme difficulty of the demonstration class could blend in with them.

And only one person survived it. It was also an insignificant commoner girl.

Let things be like that.

The academy students who initially ignored the class

I was curious about that mysterious class and began to yearn for it.

At the same time, those who participate in Dios’ class

The dishonorable stigma of those who could not endure Zeke’s class and ran away was overwritten.

It had no choice but to further stimulate Dios’ sense of inferiority.

Dios gulped down the bottle of strong liquor.

thud!

He stomped the bottle on the floor and bit his lip.

“… … A swordsmanship class isn’t just a kid’s social gathering… … .”

Dios tried to find a way to get revenge on him, but

Surrounded by dukes and royalty, there was nothing he could do as a mere count.

So all I can feel is a sigh and a drink.

“Keep.”

He burped with a pale face.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Who are you?”

At the sound of a knock on the door, he frowned.

“The daughter of the Gilbert family, Yuri Gilbert, has arrived.”

“Yuri Gilbert… … ? Taking his class… … ?”

He was the person of the first prince who came to visit him out of the blue.

Dios’ forehead wrinkled.

‘What’s going on?’

“Please come in at once.”