“What are you saying, Lane?”
Irel was extremely surprised by Lane's unusual words. Looking at her beautiful and kind face, Lane's eyes filled with tears.
"No one wants you. No one loves you, Lady Irel."
"Why do you think that? You're so cute like this."
Irel confusedly patted Lane's cheek. At the touch of the warm hand, Lane began to sob.
“Không gia đình, không bạn bè… Cha mẹ nuôi và dân làng nơi em được nhận nuôi đều đã bị Kitan giết chết. Thứ còn lại với em chỉ là…”
Lane paused for a moment, biting his lip and glaring out the door. His eyes turned to where Pessuss was probably leaning, carrying hatred.
“Um.”
Suddenly caught up in someone else's emotional war, Irel became awkward. The relationship between Receiver and Masaka is very complicated, closed and erratic. Therefore, she needs to be careful in her words.
"I can't go anywhere. I can't meet anyone. Whatever I do, that man is watching."
Lane spoke quickly, without stopping, then held out his ankle. There is an anklet there, especially with a small wooden doll-shaped pendant hanging.
“This damn thing.”
Lane's eyes looked at the wooden doll full of resentment. Seeing that, Irel suddenly remembered Pessuss's ability.
‘Ah. He used puppetry.'
So the doll on the pendant is probably used to spy on Lane. She looked closely at the anklet, and noticed it didn't have a lock to remove it.
'This is not a shaking leg, but a chain.'
As expected, why are all the Masakas like that? Irel silently rubbed his temples. At this moment, the sound of Lane sobbing rang out.
"Living like this is not living? It's better to die."
Irel found it difficult to say “no” and felt awkward. She sweated on her back, patting Lane on the shoulder.
What can she do for Lane? Mặc dù Lane đang ốm nên cô mới đành phải nhân nhượng, nhưng Pessuss không phải là người sẽ nghe lời khuyên của người khác. Đặc biệt là khi xét đến sự ám ảnh của hắn đối với Lane, chạm vào điểm nhạy cảm đó không phải là một hành động khôn ngoan.
'But I don't think it's any different from my own story.'
If she misbehaved even a little, she would fall into the same situation as Lane. Thực tế, Irel Eloenrans ‘thật’ cũng đã bị Varkan kéo đi sau khi cả gia đình bị sát hại, rồi cứ thế mà ủ rũ cho đến chết.
It's truly a difficult problem. Just then Irel unintentionally sighed.
"Cough, cough... Cough! Cough cough."
Lane was crying and suddenly coughed. At first it seemed like she was choking from crying, but the cough gradually became more serious and her face turned pale.
“Lane!”
Irel caught Lane's body, which was about to collapse. However, even though she continuously patted and rubbed her back, the coughing did not stop.
"Put your head down, Lane. It'll feel better if you vomit quickly."
“Cough, cough cough…”
But Lane, whose body was weak, had difficulty even vomiting up the crystallized pellets. The girl vomited several times, her face was so pale that it turned black. Perhaps the crystallized ball got stuck in the trachea and couldn't come out.
‘What to do?’
At the same time Irel was confused about what to do, the door opened
bang
an opening sound. Pessuss, who was monitoring the situation inside, sensed something unusual.
“Lane!”
Pessuss ran over and took Lane from Irel. He pressed on her stomach, then slapped her back hard to induce vomiting. But the weakened body still couldn't vomit the crystallized balls, it just felt weak and limp.
It's really dangerous at this rate. Irel didn't know, but this wasn't the first time Lane had this symptom. To the point that Pessuss, who was highly possessive, had to ask for help from Irel himself.
“Please, Lady Irel! Please do something!!”
Pessuss bit his lip and shouted nervously. Startled, Irel accidentally stroked Lane's shoulder. Immediately, a slightly numb and strange feeling appeared, as is common when two Receivers touch each other.
‘Wait, maybe…’
It is an instinctive perception. Irel unconsciously mobilized the Receiver energy inside him. The feeling at the point of contact with Lane became much stronger.
“Umm…”
Lane also felt the same thing, she stirred slightly even though she was exhausted. At this moment, a condensed black aura, which had not been seen before, was clearly stuck between Lane's neck.
‘What is this?’
Irel reached out to touch that air. Surprisingly, when her hand touched it, the black aura moved as if it had a form.
If done well, she can control it as she wishes. Irel frowned, pursed her lips and concentrated. As she slowly pushed the air upward, Lane pulled her shoulders back and coughed violently.
“Cough cough!! Ooh, cough!!”
Tsk, roll around. The black crystal Lane vomited rolled onto the floor. It seemed like it had been accumulating for quite a while, so this was the biggest rock Irel had ever seen.
“Pant, pant…”
Finally, Lane was able to breathe, she gasped for air frantically. Pessuss breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her back.
“Are you okay, Lane?”
Lane, after calming down a bit, pushed Pessuss away looking annoyed. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Irel.
“What did you do?”
"Huh?"
“Just now, Lady Irel saved me. By using… that power.”
Lane used his hand to make a stroking motion up his neck. Looks like she really did something.
Right then.
[Ting! Thông tin nhiệm vụ phụ ‘Tôi Tưởng Mình Bình Thường, Ai Ngờ Lại Là Người Có Năng Lực?’ đã được cập nhật.]
[Nhiệm vụ phụ ‘Tôi Tưởng Mình Bình Thường, Ai Ngờ Lại Là Người Có Năng Lực?’: Phát huy tiềm năng của Receiver, vô hiệu hóa sức mạnh của Masaka ba lần (2/3). Special rewards will be given upon success.]
What is this? Why was this quest updated now? Irel was extremely shocked. Cô chỉ làm mỗi việc là giúp Lane nôn ra hòn kết tinh, tại sao lại được tính là vô hiệu hóa sức mạnh của Masaka?
“You are truly wonderful, Lady Irel.”
Without having time to think further, Lane with sparkling eyes took her hand and expressed his gratitude. Hearing that, Pessuss also understood the situation and bowed as well.
"Thank you, Lady Irel. For saving Lane."
Seeing this scene, Irel thought that Pessuss was probably not incorrigible. Just when she thought so, sympathy messages continuously appeared before her eyes.
[Ting! Lane's favorability increased by 20 points.]
[Ting! Pessuss' favorability increased by 30 points.]
Anyway, Lane is much better, and his sympathy has increased significantly. But Irel was still bewildered. The ability she possesses is too vague, the limits of which cannot be known.
Perhaps further investigation is needed. About the exact cause of crystallized vomiting, and the limits of her abilities.
‘The sooner the better.’
In Irel's eyes looking down at his hands, a steadfast determination flashed through.
Less than three days later, Irel received a guest.
"Hello."
She smiled brightly as she entered the living room. The guest sitting on the sofa stood up to respond.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Receiver Irel.”
The greeting man looked quite young. Irel had imagined a scholar with a long white beard and small round glasses, so she was secretly surprised.
Người đàn ông trước mặt có thân hình cao ráo, mái tóc vàng dài đến vai, sống mũi thanh tú và đường quai hàm quý phái. The only thing that matched her guess was that he was also wearing something over his eyes. Of course, it's not glass.
‘Blindfolded?’
That's right. For unknown reasons, he covered one eye with an eyepatch. Miếng da đen cao cấp có viền chỉ vàng đó lại thêm một nét quyến rũ kỳ lạ vào vẻ ngoài cổ điển của người đàn ông.
“Ah, this.”
Cảm nhận được ánh mắt của Irel, người đàn ông chạm vào miếng bịt mắt và giải thích bằng giọng điệu điềm tĩnh.
"A few years ago, while indulging in an experiment, I unfortunately got acid splashed into my eye. Even though I washed it as quickly as possible, the cornea was seriously damaged. I'm sorry to let a noble person like you see this ugly shape."
"Oh, what are you talking about? It's a pity that your eyes are injured like that."
Irel waved his hand, sincerely expressing his regret. Hearing that, the man also seemed reassured, smiling quietly looking at her.
"Thank you for your understanding. Furthermore..."
"Oh, I'm so absent-minded. Please sit down."
Irel smiled awkwardly at his hesitant attitude, seemingly wanting to quickly get to the main point. She asked directly:
“The Information Society introduced you, saying that you had been researching Receivers for a long time, right?”
As soon as he made up his mind, Irel asked Varkan to find the Information Society. And she asked them to introduce someone who understood Receiver well.
It was a request from Varkan, who controlled the entire underworld. The Information Society, which has survived on agility, has acted faster than ever. As a result, the young scholar was sitting across from Irel right now.
"That's right. I am Leonardo, a member of the Plaste Academy. Although I still have many shortcomings, I have inherited my master's will and have continued to research Receiver for about fifteen years. Although my knowledge is still limited, I would be honored if I could help you."
“Ah… I see. Mr. Leonardo. Thank you very much for coming.”
Irel awkwardly said his name in a strange way on the tip of her tongue. She smiled, took out an object wrapped in a handkerchief and gave it to Leonardo.
“Do you realize what this is?”