Chapter 159.

The brim- ! The one that can put the finger ring on the other side of the darkness. A breeze blew in front

He subconsciously turned his radiant head, his hair flecked with gray puffing around like falling nails.

“Wait.”

Ikris almost touched hands.

“Master, master.”

But before capturing him, Penelope turned her back on him completely. This was to prevent such an incident.

The pupils of the Ikris team began to shake incessantly. The ring was to be found, but his master turned his back away from him.

“Don’t go, master, wait.”

Ikris called his master, who had turned away from him, with urgency. Unlike the anxiety, his dry, hard voice was very melodious.

“Master.”

But strangely enough, in such words, it was also time for his master to look back once…

His master was always like that. Though he badgered and made like he was immediately sent back to the auction house, he eventually forgave him.

Agreeing to everything he wanted, always leaving him a backhanded way out. Crossing the line without panicking and being lenient. So uncontrollable feelings.

But the one who had tamed herself, who had forced the doggy to climb, did not look back.

The slender figure showed no sign of stopping, but grew further and further away. Suddenly it felt as if something had gone wrong.

“Master, master! Don’t go, don’t go, there’s still something to say.”

Like a blow to the skull, it suddenly came to its senses. The muddled mind gradually cleared up.

Why did the master throw the ring?

“Penelope.”

How was your expression at that moment?

“No, no, no.”

Ikris thrust his arm through the narrow window crack, trying to grab the woman who was moving away from her. I don’t know if it was because he almost choked the “1”, but with the dull, heavy pain, his body made a creepy sound.

And of course, it was untouchable. …The dark pink hair in the distance was unremarkable in the darkness.

“Penelope!”

For the first time since being introduced to the Empire, fear struck.

“Penelope-”

Barrier, barrier. But the footsteps showed no sign of stopping, fading into a blur. It ended before the political enemies came.

His only master left. Close to him in this dark prison.

Ikris held the barred window and stared at the corridor with a blank face, suddenly moving his lips

“… The ring.”

He bit it in a flash. Then with one breath he ran for the corner, the corner where the ring made the sound of falling down. The inside of the prison where the lights didn’t shine was so dark that he couldn’t even see the way ahead.

Ikris didn’t hesitate to fall into the dirty floor. Fortunately, the ring thrillingly dodged a gap in the stone floor before burrowing into the gutter.

He clutched it in his hand and walked over to the window pane with the light. It had been next to his master a moment ago.

The bright red ruby didn’t even bleed. But underneath the ruby, the gold ring had completely deflated. The finger could no longer be inserted. With what force the master of the moment had thrown him.

Ikris spun around carefully turning the ring, his eyes nodding slightly.

“……?”

He muttered, cocking his head. It was hard to understand.

Of course, it was to be expected that if it brought Ebon, she would be furious. But that was not the case. It was as if one must abandon oneself.

The Master will not abandon me, Ikris thought, for I must continue to be used.

Even to achieve that, she could not abandon herself. It should be so.

‘You are dead to me now, Ikris.’

The look that cast the ring, the face that turned around without giving herself a glance, looked relaxed instead. It seemed less so.

“Why…? Master.”

Even if I bring a copy to the workplace, my master’s firm belief that he won’t give up on me begins to waver.

“Impossible.”

Ikris gripped the ring and confusedly denied reality continuously.

Right now it’s just that the master is too angry. The fire would come back as soon as it subsided. Then as usual, she smiled as beautiful as a flower ……

“Ikris” then. In a hazy recollection of what had been his name becoming a reality, the soft hem of her skirt appeared in his ears.

More than joy, it was despair. I realized that my body knew, before my head did.

“Ikris, are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

The kind voice, Ikris slowly raised her bowed head.

The light was full of pink hair. Blue eyes that looked at her worriedly. A look that was so obvious that it was impossible to create an illusion, blazingly boiling without realizing it.

Ikris jerked up from his seat. He thrust his hand into the pane of that new window and

grabbed Quickly by the scruff of the neck.

“Ah.”

The breathless woman struggled with her blue eyes.

Ikris looked at the straight little body in shock.

“If I kill you instead of taking you to the Duke, everything will be resolved.”

“I did not say that the master might have been disappointed if it had not been for Soderst, and so it was used. Because of that, people from the same town have sold out.”

“Oh, dear ……

He said, “I hear you.”

If he could kill with his eyes, Iben would have been torn apart by him several times already. Despite the fact that Ikris had strangled as hard as he could, he was still dead angry.

But it’s like my master can’t see me anymore and thinks I’m dead.

“Hey, Ikris.”

“Why?”

The already white Iben’s face reddened like it was about to explode. The clear eyes were covered in excited blood. Seeing the dying woman, Ikris didn’t let her guard down, but only cursed her silently.

“Oh? p Why did you do that?”

‘Heh,” the pupils dilated.

“Answer.”

“Hey, let go and I fell backwards.” Iben grabbed Ikris’ arm desperately. Meaning it would answer, it would answer.

Ikris stared at her coldly and she couldn’t help but fling her arms away.

“Cough! Cough.”

Iben gasped and coughed dryly. After a moment. Stroking her neck, which was etched with stark hand and air marks, she asked with such-and-such eyes.

“What’s the problem?”

“What problem?”

Ikris’s eyes were fierce on her.

“If he says he’ll use the ole, he’ll get money right away. Even if I don’t do the dirty deed of betraying the people of my homeland, I’ll officially get a knighthood by my own power ……”

“Really?”

Ibn replied interrupting in the middle.

“Even with the knighthood, I can’t stand beside the Duke’s daughter.”

Though Ibn hung his head, he still gazed at him with a rueful face.

“A viscount should be the greatest if a knighthood is given to an enemy captive. Homelessness is no different from being a commoner, Ikris. She’s in that faraway place.”

“You know that’s where we’re supposed to be.”

“Why you and I are in the same situation.”

Ikris asked heatedly. Iben just looked at him with sad eyes and didn’t answer.

It took an extra minute, but it had to be admitted. They were rolling the same valley, struggling to break free from it.

One day, he had dreamed the same thing. I want to prove myself by formally learning the sword and officially earn a knighthood to stand squarely beside my master as a knight who is not a slave. It was a pure, simple desire.

But since when? He could only gradually wake up. Even with all the effort he could not see the signs of closeness with his master.

Even after playing to her, going to her master, asking for advice, writing teachings, he was still a slave. It all required a feat recognized by anyone if he wanted to rise above.

Iben had encouraged him to do just that. The day the demons appeared on the farm, the slaves were attacked and saw her wounded and on the ground. That was the first time they met.

Ikris saw at once that she was the Duke’s own daughter. For the sake of the master.

Trying to eliminate. But Iben still sympathized with his vain dreams the moment he choked her.

“You are…. Because these are chaotic times.”

Possibly the aftermath of an inflamed throat, Iben reached the excited “Ikris” in a shuffling voice.

“I suddenly appeared. How surprising that various situations overlap ……”

“The people who were executed were sad …… It was for the best, Ikris. They did try to escape.”

“The male female will understand your sincerity in a moment. Hmm? For there is no one in this house who can love her more than you.”

With a face as kind as an angel’s she soothed the man who had strangled her and hoped. Ibn hoped for family, Ikris hoped for Penelope.

The deal went through in a flash. She had access to the dukedom through him, and through him, she dragged herself into her decision. No, he was about to drag it on.

But it was true, as Ikris had often said

Sometimes the question arose, “Is it not the right thing to say?” The kind of hope that he

Could it be that it was implied?

“Think well, Ikris, how the male daughter would be if you were not like this.

It was as if Ibn sang a lullaby and said amiably.

He was mesmerized into contemplation.

That day, the day Penelope returned alone from the palace without a carriage was the trigger. Clutching her face in both hands and sobbing she could not let it go on. If that was the case, she would surely wither away in the scorn and contempt of the duke and the sons of the nobility.

Before Iris’ eyes, the bawling “Penelope” appeared.

Help me! Kill me! No, help, kill me.

I had to get her out of here. Get her out of here so she can live.

Imagining the unfortunate welcome of the male daughter Ikris’ eyes grew blurry. So he didn’t pay attention to it. Sneaking out something and spying on Ibn’s behavior, the

…… The sound of a softly recited spell.