# 49
49
Angelica was not greatly affected by Hugo Bernstein's injuries.
It was familiar to her, but it seemed new to her. It was better, in many ways, not to worry about a fate that had unfolded.
As she had seen the reality of “that thing” before, she stared at him calmly, his hands pressing hard on his torn neck.
But that didn't last long.
“Why?”
Confusion appeared on Angelica's face.
“Why, Hugo Bernstein?”
Strangely enough, whoever was supposed to kill the monster was running towards me.
She blinked... She slowly closed her eyes and then opened them. That moment stretched on, as if it would last forever.
“…!”
Then Hugo's cries faded away, like a taut ribbon, leaving him speechless.
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
All she could hear was the monster's screams.
DAM!–DAM!
The ground shook as if an earthquake had struck it with the monster's movement. Angelica stared at the monster that advanced directly towards her.
“Ha.”
Then I understood.
The reason for the sudden appearance of the monster here is...
“It was because of that thing I used.”
No wonder he has the “eyes of the sage.” She was remembering events that had already happened.
Kororor!–
The monster, as their gazes met, let out a cry of joy. The palm that had easily crushed Cain's defenses was now advancing towards her heart.
Crash!–
Angelica's vision was crimson again. It wasn't her blood.
“Why…?”
It was him again, Hugo Bernstein.
The confusion that had disappeared for a moment returned immediately. She couldn't really comprehend this situation. Hugo, you have to attack the monster that attacks you here.
His forehead was wounded and he was victorious.
But why now?
“Did you block my path and give me your heart?”
The sound of the monster's claws was heard digging deeper into his skin.
"Yes."
His moans were heard...
“Ah…”
For a moment, her mind became disoriented, then she regained her composure. And with it, her blurred consciousness gradually began to clear.
“Hugo.”
Finally, all her senses stopped focusing on him.
Repeat, repeat, repeat…. The words that were echoing in her mind began to take shape.
The repetition that Angelica spoke of did not merely mean repeating past events. Even if she didn't want to, Hugo Bernstein would be pushed to the brink of death because of Angelica.
But will it stop at the “edge”?
no. Something like this would happen again today.
Above an unchangeable past, actions for Me will be added over and over again.
Face, neck, heart. Where will he be next?
If there is a next, Hugo, you are...
Will you be able to live in front of me?
death. The word seemed distant yet alive, as if it were right before her eyes.
With her, the image of Hugo Bernstein, drenched in blood, filled the space.
“I'm scared.”
My senses, which had been dormant, suddenly became active again. My body trembled like a poplar tree, and my eyes filled with tears.
“I'm afraid...”
I feel like you're going to die.
Crush!–
As if to calm her anxiety, Hugo Bernstein cut off the monster's leg embedded in its heart and jumped forward.
With a bang, crimson blood poured down like rain. Now, there was only him left to protect her, and even the shield he was carrying could not stop the rain.
Bang.–
A thicker, warmer liquid touched her wet eyes.
Her trembling hands missed, unable to wipe it away.
Kiwiyack!
Taking advantage of the loophole, Hugo slits the monster's forehead, signaling the end of the battle.
KOOOOOONG!–
The giant monster's body fell to the ground, unable to overcome gravity.
A pile of coarse dirt raised strong winds, obscuring what was around it.
Cyril's voice continued, asking if everyone was okay. But Angelica could not answer.
Pulse - Pulse
Hugo Bernstein was approaching her, making his way through the fierce wind of dust.
“Ah, ah…”
She felt like nightmares were falling upon her.
His wounds, which were not visible, slowly began to appear in her vision.
“Huh...”
I felt nauseous. Not because of him, but because of herself.
Her confused senses returned, little by little.
“Me, a while ago, what, what was I doing...?”
The moment he bled to protect her, what did she do?
She watched the scene carefully, as if she were watching a play, thinking it was inevitable.
She could use magic. I learned a lot of offensive magic from Cain.
She could use defensive magic. Then, at least, she would be able to block the attack directed at his heart.
“I, I…”
Unable to prevent this, Angelica created the worst possible situation.
“Angel—”
“Oh, don't come.”
It felt like a landmine. A mine that will explode at the slightest touch.
She quickly backed away, putting some distance between herself and Hugo. He froze, contemplating his actions.
“I'm sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn't have shown you this.”
“…”
“So don't cry, okay?”
Hugo felt and pulled a handkerchief from his chest. That dirty handkerchief she gave him before the hunting festival started.
“Ah, ah…”
Her gaze automatically fell to the handkerchief. Perhaps frightened, the hand holding him seemed to wipe away the blood violently.
The handkerchief was bright white, out of keeping with the situation at hand. However, the traces of blood stuck to his hand like wounds completely destroyed it.
"…no."
She shook her head violently and stepped back.
Fearing that he would take her hand, she cowered in her arms.
Then suddenly, a bottle of lukewarm water reached her hand.
"Yes."
Amidst the confusion and fear, a glimmer of hope flashed in her mind.
Why have you forgotten this until now? I prepared a healing potion just in case something like this happened.
'Hurry up...'
She had to give him this dose. If I did, wouldn't he be completely healed, as if he had never been hurt?
“I can.”
No, she had to. If his wounds continued to accumulate at the present time, the same would happen with his recovery.
So, if this action also becomes “destiny”
‘…Won’t you be alive next time?’
Little hope grew. She eagerly took out the potion.
But at that moment.
break!
The potion she was holding tightly like a lifeline fell to the ground, as if mocking her.
“Huh?”
For a moment, her thoughts wandered. She stared absently at the potion that had soaked her shoe.
“Look, Hugo Bernstein.”
At that moment, the golden magic surrounding her body spread brilliantly, and Angelica's calm voice rose louder.
The scene before her was the same. Her vision, which had been stained with blood, faded into a golden aura.
When she regained her focus, she was standing in the middle of her dreary office.
She lowered her gaze to the ground. She saw the potion lying on the black carpet, her shoes soaked in it.
There were papers scattered on the desk next to her, and from the window, he was growing roses.
At that moment, what was Angelica sure of?
“Oh, right.”
“It can't be fate after all.”
I gave up on him at that moment.
She would get rid of the “repetition” that threatened her and Hugo Bernstein.
There was only one way.
“I have to stay away from you as much as possible.”
To that distance, alone, she had to finish what she had not finished.
“Hyperion Gervais.”
She must prepare to confront the culprit who plunged her into this horrific repetition.
“Hugo Bernstein.”
She smiled at him, her face turning into a frown.
What she said was one thing:
“I shouldn't have met you.”
If I had not met him, I would at least not have some regrets.
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