Chapter 233: The Rose's truth (1)

Ricdorian nodded deeply when I spoke. There wasn't much time to talk.

"I will. Iana, I do!"

"Don't worry about me!"

Because I ran around the spell circle with Ricdorian, there weren't many distorted shadows around us yet. While Ricdorian took over most of it, I ran straight for the altar. The translucent blue barrier repelled the shadows.

'A single one isn't that strong.'

But even if there were many, there were too many. Fortunately, it was good that they weren't human. But it seemed like they would get up casually even if they were hit down. Like a zombie. There will be no end even if we fight them like this.

It wouldn't be difficult to defeat them if I use my abilities extensively, but then my feet would be tied up. It was better to quickly go to the altar. Looking back, Francia was dealing with numerous shadows too, and Lenag was dealing with Rattan and the shadows at the same time.

The one left is me. I widened the range of the barrier a bit more. Then I ran as fast as I could.

A blue haze rolled over my body like waves. Not only did it look like a wave, but it also played a role similar to a wave. The more I move, the lighter my body becomes. It was pushing my body like a wave.

Bang!

I just ran as fast as I could. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult to get to the front of the altar.

I took a deep breath and reached out my hand. Right before my hand touched it, I quickly checked my back. Ricdorian was continuing the fight as he promised with me and pulled back as far as he could. After confirming that Ricdorian's feet had entered the spell circle, I turned my head. My hand touched the altar.

'Now!'

At that moment. Dazzling light spread from the area I touched.

Baboom. The entire floor vibrated and a huge sound echoed. Like the imperial palace had moved, a green haze filled the gap between the hollows. Mysteriously, my strength was not only blue, but also reddish as it grew.

Why? The power that permeated the spell circle felt like it was no longer mine, even though it was mine. In addition, it seemed that the amplified power was asking me. What do you want?

Of course, it was to restore Ricdorian and bring him back to life!

As I shouted loudly into my heart, the light poured in in huge waves. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

Flash-!

My eyes were blinded by the growing light. As I closed my eyes without realizing it. I felt a sharp sensation aiming at me.

The barrier becomes thicker.

Tang!

It wasn't something I did. The guardian deity inside me made it even thicker. And the barrier cracked, and soon after......

Crash!

It shattered with a sound. A man's face was visible through the intangible haze that shattered like pieces of glass and fell like rain.

"Iana."

It was Chaser. Breaking down my barrier, he lightly landed in front of me. The distance between me and him was less than three steps. I looked at my hand and took a small breath.

'...... I can't get my strength up.'

Squeezing my hand and then opening it. As I glanced over, I could see that a huge red string from the spell circle was connected to Ricdorian. Fortunately, the ancient power reached Ricdorian safely.

'Was it returned at once?'

But I realized It is not something that happens all at once when I lifted the curse and restored Ricdorian's life.

What's left...... will be a matter of waiting until Ricdorian is completely restored.

My gaze went back.

Is the reason my power doesn't rise from me right now is because I put all my energy into restoring Ricdorian's life?

'If not.'

I raised my eyes. Is it because of that blue light that shimmers in Chaser's hand, that same blue light as mine? Either way or both, it was clear that my power wasn't working properly. A feeling of despair ran down my back.

"Iana."

"......."

"Come on, there is nothing to be wary of."

He smiled softly. Disregarding the sound of weapons coming from the side as nothing. His eyes were like a healer. I won't disturb you. It seemed to whisper like that.

"I said there was something I haven't told you yet, remember?"

On the other side, the battle was in full swing.

Whatever Chaser did, there were more and more shadows in the basement. In addition, I don't know how it came about, but I saw a shadow in the form of a huge monster, not a human form, and Lenag was fighting a fierce battle with it.

I rolled my eyes.

"I remember. And I said I wouldn't listen."

Francia had a tool that could summon the paladins to her surroundings. However, she was fighting an equally fierce battle beside Lenag. During this intense battle, she is unable to use the tools. It was obvious that the situation would only get worse as time passed.

"But you have to listen."

Countless swords floated around Chaser's body. I knew this was Aquala's shape when it was made into a weapon. The voice that was calling me affectionately didn't feel good anymore.

"As promised, I did not interfere with what you were doing, and you achieved what you wished for. Didn't you save the Red Rose?"

The sword floating around Chaser flies towards one place. It was towards Ricdorian, who ran to this place, cutting off the shadows.

"Ricdorian!"

I was surprised to see him, but fortunately Ricdorian lightly hit Chaser's swords. However, he frowned as he couldn't help his body being pushed back.

In the meantime, a shadow overtakes Ricdorian. In an instant, the surroundings were filled with shadows that were incomparably blacker than those around Francia and Lenag.

"If left as it is, the Red Rose will recover his original life. If he regains all his strength soon, he'll be able to take off that shadow without harm. Everything is as you wish, is it not?"

He has something to say to me while letting Ricdorian recover? I couldn't figure out this man's purpose at all.

"What the hell do you want!"

"For you to go back to your original world."

Now he was going to send me back to my world? Even though he was the one who arbitrarily brought me to this world? I couldn't understand this train of thought. Of course I don't even want to try.

"Iana, this altar and the spell circle you touched are, as I felt, a place that grants the Blue Rose's wishes. In other words, it is a space that embraces the power of the Blue Rose."

A languid yet calm tone flowed from Chaser. However, a dangerous blue haze that made it impossible to move quickly roared around.

It felt like a wind made by a cold knife was blowing around.

"In the meantime, the Black Rose has been working with the imperial family and conducting various experiments and evil deeds through ancient spells. A terrible race."

It felt contradictory to see him criticizing his family's affairs as the Black Rose himself.

"My father once dreamed of getting the Blue Rose completely, destroying and enslaving the Red Rose family."

Hernim and Domulet were never a friendly family in history.

"Yes. The reason you died was because of a greedy experiment. A dream created by my father's desire to hold all power in his hands."

Chaser smiled.

"He tried to become a rose that was stronger and lived longer than anyone else by using you and me. To cut out your strength until you die."

That's not me. I was no longer silent.

"That's not me."

"Right. It's my younger sister's story, Iana."

Chaser meekly agreed.

In the meantime, I squeezed and opened my hand again, trying to generate strength, but there was still no response. Instead, at this moment, I could feel the power passing over to Ricdorian.

Bang!

I saw Lenag defeating the gigantic shadow monster. Even Francia who was wielding the large hammer. I felt the guardian deity inside me let out a long cry. It seemed to be crying out for a little more patience.

Just a little bit, a little bit more.

"She was my sister, and she loved to write novels."

Chaser's story continued. His voice was calm and gentle, as if it had nothing to do with the fierce scenery. That's why he was creepy.

"Have you seen the records she wrote? The diary."

I quietly recalled 'Iana''s records, the calm descriptions of how she loved her adoptive brother and confessed that she was the Blue Rose.

"Besides the diary, I know the story she wrote. She liked to write something."

Now, what does 'Iana's story mean?

I couldn't figure out why he was talking about someone who died and couldn't come back.

"The female lead of the story she wrote was yes, the White Rose over there."

The end of Chaser's words stretched out.

"Usually she wrote herself as the main lead."

"What do you mean now?"

"Iana. I also found out after a while. I was the male lead in that child's story."

For a moment, Chaser's smile passed through the bitterness like a dry branch in winter.

"If this world is a huge story, she probably wanted me to be the male lead of my world."

I held my breath.