Became the Escort Knight of the Villain in the Romance Novel

119 – Opening (2)

When I went to sleep, there was one dream that I always repeated.

A dream that you decorate every day, and the content of it changes little by little.

I was worried that I would have that dream if I closed my eyes, but now I was even curious about the gradually changing content.

Your past, present, and future. However, what I am not familiar with is

Because I had absolutely no idea what this dream meant.

If you are Evan, do you know what this dream is?

However, it is a dream that is too far-fetched to tell anyone about it.

In the end, I couldn’t tell Evan, and I only had doubts in my heart.

The first thing you see is fog. It’s dark, and I walk alone in the fog where not even a little light comes in.

One step, two steps. If you walk for a long time in a place where you can’t even tell if this direction is right because you don’t feel anything,

I see myself sitting in a familiar place.

I naturally melt into the situation.

The act of sitting down and looking at documents felt more familiar than ever, as if I had been in this place from the beginning.

A body that has perfectly adapted to this situation even before it understands why it is here.

I was an adult just a moment ago, but the much lowered eye level makes me realize that I have become a child in this dream.

Sleep-

Hands that move regardless of will, not even the slightest emotion is reflected in the eyes examining the documents as always.

When you look at your childhood, now, the insensitive expression feels infinitely awkward.

The gaze toward the table for a long time suddenly stopped like a puppet whose string had been cut.

At the sound of footsteps coming from beyond the door, she catches Chris’ gaze, whose expression is much darker and gloomy than she remembers.

A gaze so intense that it stings the skin,

However, it was more like resentment and sadness towards oneself rather than anger towards me.

What are you so sad about? I would have been quite surprised when I first had this dream,

He already knew the words that would follow.

Wriggling your motionless hand just a little bit, you are ready to hear the words in your mind.

It’s a phrase I don’t get used to even though I hear it all the time. Words that should never happen, things that should never happen.

“…One of the knight’s apprentices is dead. He took his own life in his room, so I’m on my way to take care of it and come back.”

“What’s your name?”

His unique deep voice trembles. The heart of the self-reproach is filled with guilt,

After that, Chris, who even lowered his gaze towards himself, opened her mouth.

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“This is Evan Fried…”

My shoulders tremble at the name that I know so well, that I am not familiar with, and now it has become a part of me.

Of course, it was only in my heart, but it was something I could never adapt to no matter how much I heard it.

No matter how much it is a dream, these words heard in this lively scene cause a bigger ripple than anything else.

Killing Evan from the beginning of the dream and starting it, is there a more terrible nightmare than this?

Yes, it was a nightmare. The smell of blood does not flow, the pieces of meat are not fried,

However, more than anything else, the most painful and terrifying illusions started like that.

Evan Fried is dead. Evan is dead.

A young self who ignores those words even after hearing them,

I get angry at myself, who looks the same as looking in a mirror, just nodding and passing it over.

It’s not going to end with just this much reaction, but at this time, he didn’t have any feelings for Evan.

After laughing bitterly inwardly for a while, I once again surrender myself to the waves of the fast-flowing time.

Evan died, then.

The escort driver who followed me as I walked down the street was a face I had never seen before.

A face that looks quite bewildered, as it is his escort, his skills are fine, but… As expected, he is killed by the attacking assassins.

Examine the bodies of assassins. The current act is not a dream, but is done purely by one’s own will.

As expected, he frowned slightly. Destruction. Have you been targeting yourself since then?

The fallen escort knight grabbed his neck and began to chomp.

I look at the coughing blood pouring out for a while, then close my eyes. The smell of his blood disappears.

When the smell of blood disappears, the sight is more beautiful than any other place.

A number of young ladies gather and sip tea. Picking up a snack and pouring it into his mouth,

He looks at himself again. The person who opened this tea party, and the quietest person at this tea party.

Evan, who should have been secretly talking to Lopena, was nowhere to be found.

That’s right, she was already dead and gone. Her body would have rotted and decayed in the hot weather.

I sip darjeeling in my empty heart.

While calming my stomach for a moment at the scent that fills her mouth, I turn my gaze to Lopena, who is still standing next to me.

“My lady, is it okay if I go far away for a while?”

“No, stay here.”

In a cold response, Pena gently tugged at her sleeve.

As if resigned, Lopena exhaled lightly and looked at the basket of her cookies with regret as she closed her eyes.

If Evan hadn’t been there… Would he have been such a cold person?

The death of one person, weaker than the wings of a small butterfly, changes many things.

The festival that can no longer be enjoyed, the ball in the Crystal Palace, is overdone.

Dancing insipidly while holding the hand of a fiancé who is not even interested,

A cool breeze brushes my cheeks on an empty balcony.

No one, solitary. And winter again.

On a snowy day, the square was considerably more cluttered than usual.

All the Knights of the Duchy scrambled to subdue the madman who appeared wearing a robe.

And lose 30%. The black magician who called himself extinct,

And spread the disease. A disease without medicine began to spread rapidly among the residents of the dukedom,

Moreover, even the knights were infected.

A disease that does not disappear even when mana is increased.

No matter how strong a knight was, he couldn’t stand it and eventually collapsed.

From a certain moment, he moves his body, which was able to move freely, and walks down the hallway.

A duke who can’t find even a hint of vigour, I’m sure by this time Lopena would have been running through her hallways looking for her Evan…

The scenery beyond the snowy window was pure white.

Like the bed I saw in this dream, like a child lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

Lofena is dead. It was a fact that never changed in a recurring dream.

A dead child with black spots all over his body, vomiting blood.

The exclusive lady-in-waiting position has not been filled since then. Despite the inconvenience,

She was looking at the vacant seat to commemorate her even a little bit.

But why? Even though Lopena died, what the hell was he who didn’t care?

His fingers skim through the steamy window.

A window that leaves traces, but then turns white again in the cold outside.

At most, only a light stain remained to indicate that a finger had passed.

The same goes for my current memory. He was the only one who knew of the deaths of Lopena and Evan in the recurring dreams.

A fact that no one knows, like a faint trace left on a window, the only person who will recognize it is yourself.

If this was real, he himself would have been able to hold out.

The winter of a 15-year-old in a dream. Looking at the scenery that looks much more desolate than usual,

I turn my head at the sound of staggering footsteps coming from across the hallway.

The lady-in-waiting slowly approaching from beyond, Rise, had a pale face and a dark spot was rising from her neck.

Yes, you will die soon too.

“…Who died.”

Now, words that have become commonplace conversations are cold.

In this duchy where the good life has become a vulgar joke,

The question of who died was now just a greeting.

Then, after hearing her words from Rize’s mouth, she tilted her head for a moment,

He sighs as he sees the last leaves falling from the tree.

Chris is dead.

When will the time to wake up from this loathsome dream come to you?

Close your eyes slowly. A chilly wind wraps around your body, and a terrifying chill begins to run down your spine.

Unfortunately, winter is still far away.

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Even after a year has passed, not much has changed.

An ever-changing escort driver, my father who lives in the dark without ever showing his face.

There were no traces of people in the duke’s mansion where the plague was circulating.

It wouldn’t be strange if an unknown young lady-in-waiting fell to the floor and died.

Even the priest who came from the imperial city shook his head, saying he was just grateful that the disease hadn’t reached me.

“It’s been a while.”

“…Let’s go. I don’t really want to talk.”

“This banquet-“

“Adele Roman.”

As a cold voice came out, Adele looked at herself and hardened her expression startled.

She didn’t want to engage in even the slightest conversation. What do those purple eyes mean?

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it from that future.

“Go. There is no more conversation.”

I didn’t want to continue the conversation that was cut off like that.

Didn’t you already know that there wasn’t even a hint of affection in those eyes?

The person who showed affection for him had already died and disappeared in his dream.

There is neither Chris nor Lopena. There is no Rize or Evan.

This dream, with no one to lean on, was like hell for a person named Irene Uris.

I’m assuming that this is a dream.

Like a hedgehog with its thorns, it stabs and slashes those who approach,

It was clear that he was protecting himself like a thorn on a rose.

The gaze glaring at her from afar must be the daughter of Count Therazane.

She laughs at the stare at someone who has always been friendly to her.

Not because I was happy or happy, but because I couldn’t bear to accept it if I didn’t pass it like that.

It wasn’t a very good feeling. Only the desire to wake up from this dream grows more and more,

I always walk near Siren at dawn.

There wasn’t even a ripple on the calm lakeside anymore.

If it doesn’t rain, everyone will die from the plague, and there won’t even be any creatures left to touch the water on that lake.

The forest that once surrounded the piano no longer exists. Sitting at the piano left alone in the forest,

There is no man who has been serenadeing himself.

The fact was so bitter that I let out a cold breath and quietly gazed into the air.

I remembered Evan’s words that the stars are lonely. She obviously had a long, lonely look.

I feel like the star floating alone in the darkness is just me.

All I could do was quietly watch the breath being blown away by the wind.

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.

Even though this tedious repetition continued three times, not much has changed.

Again, people died and died again, so is it the remaining fact that Yuris has been ruined to the extent that the word “Five generations” Is meaningless?

I stare indifferently at the wall covered with ivy.

The walls of the duke’s residence painted white were real. Bom, who turned 19 just like in reality,

The duke’s mansion had collapsed to such an extent that it could no longer find any trace of its former status.

“My lord.”

I turned my head at those words. It’s been a long time since even the duke fell under the curse,

The family head of Juris naturally returned to him. She, however, did not operate.

Exactly, there was nothing left to run.

At least what’s left of me should be called my fiancé.

How can an engagement that was only verbally signed without a ring or vows remain like this?

Withdraw his gaze towards Roman standing behind him. He had no intention of answering.

If you just close your eyes and wait a bit, time will pass and the next incident will be shown.

Extinction has been a boom. Garrot Julis, the family head of Julis, was caught in a curse and died.

She took over Yuris, who was left with only her empty shell. The Crown Prince declared a subjugation against extinction.

The prince, who was an expert, reached the master while fighting countless annihilators.

The only two masters in the empire, he killed countless black magicians with his tremendous power,

It also depicts a fairytale-like love story with a beautiful woman named Scarlett Therazane.

A naive woman born in the countryside and a young man devastated by killing numerous black magicians.

The two met like fate and were connected like destiny.

Unlike herself, who was branded as a wicked woman at some point, she gained everyone’s favor and grew her power.

Isn’t it awkward? For a woman who suddenly appeared, it was strange to win the affection of many people.

I tried to cut it off. Because no matter how you look at it, it’s an award.

Apart from the fact that this place is in a dream,

Scarlett Therazane’s movements seemed so smooth, as if she was arguing with someone.

I strongly felt that if the person who was scheming was to be annihilated, I would have to stop it.

Talking about iron blood, he tried to drop the crown prince somehow.

By the way.

“Irene Uris, I am ordered by the emperor to be summarily executed for treason.”

At the fact that this was the end, Irene laughed quietly. The blade of her blade was cold against her throat.

Surprisingly, there is no favor in the eyes of the prince who spreads the eerie spirit,

Realizing again that this was her dream, Irene quietly looked around her.

Adele Roman, the son of Hattan, and the crown prince.

Even Scarlet Therazane looking at her from afar.

Irene let out a deep sigh when she saw Scarlet appearing as a villain even in her dreams, as if her own jealousy was quite severe.

The soldiers flinched at her sigh, only Adello held back with her hand.

Is it last sympathy or pity? The important thing is that they died and disappeared in reality.

If Evan had not subdued Roman, this reality might have come to him.

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Looking at the knife flying toward him, he thinks.

What does this mean? Is it the future or is it just a fantasy?

I closed my eyes, and then I heard an eerie sound cutting my throat.

And the dream that ends, I wake up like that while looking at the clear sunlight quietly shining into my eyes.

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Beside his body, drenched in cold sweat, was Evan staring at him.

Let’s smile at the green eyes that can be clearly seen in a room where sunlight shines through.

Evan looked at Irene with concern and hugged her body.

“Aren’t you sweating too much? Are you all right?”

Irene smiled quietly when she heard the words, “Are you okay?”, The first time in 5 years, as to why she felt so relieved.

Since Evan died at the beginning of the dream, she said that no one asked me if I was okay in that dream.

Anyway, this is the first time I’ve dreamed of dying like this.

Wouldn’t it be a bit terrifying if I kept dreaming of dying like this in the future?

After wiping the sweat from her forehead, Irene buried her face in Evan’s chest.

Thump-thump-feeling her heartbeat, she rubs her body against the body heat of her arms wrapped around mine.

Her breasts touch Evan as it is because she has no underwear, but what does that matter?

This is the only pleasure that a woman who has barely woken up from a nightmare can enjoy.

Irene, who had been attached to Evan for a long time, slowly examined her Evan’s face.

“I’m not dead.”

“…Could it be dead? She collapsed first… But she was just tired.”

“I always collapse first because I’m tired, can a man do that?”

“The young lady is too much. Where the hell did you learn that…”

“In the book.”

Since it’s her book, Evan laughed bitterly at that, and Irene smiled and hugged her Evan by the waist.

The warm sunlight hitting her face, and this body temperature that is tangibly felt.

Perhaps everything was just a nightmare, a nightmare that will never repeat itself.

It was just an illusion, contrasted with a completely different reality. Irene firmly believed in her.

After that day, Irene no longer had nightmares.