If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 120
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The people here probably wouldn’t care whether she disappeared or not, and Cain and his lover would celebrate the removal of an obstacle while waiting for their beautiful fruition.
Everything would flow as it should. She had no intention of complaining or being dissatisfied with that.
After all, she wasn’t Cain’s ‘real’ wife.
And she had no desire to be a pitiable woman lamenting about a nonsensical love.
“…It’s nothing.”
Agatha thought about how she would feel devastated when handing over the divorce papers, but she felt surprisingly indifferent. There had to be some emotional ties from their time together, after all.
In fact, she felt relieved. Yes, she felt unburdened.
So much so that it almost felt sad…
Her heart felt light.
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Screams of people filled the air, mingling with the scent of fresh blood. Torn bodies were strewn about, and the earth was long stained a dark red from the blood. Those who barely escaped were crying out for their loved ones, who were scattered and severed somewhere.
In that place where screams, despair, and pain intertwined, only the stench of death and fear lingered.
In that chaos, Cain was running for his life. He bore the pain in his chest and kept moving his feet without rest. If he stopped, he would end up like the others, decapitated and rolling on the ground, trampled by people.
The brutal reality he faced at just ten years old left him no room to mourn. He simply dodged falling shells and avoided incoming blades, running as if his heart would burst.
Boom.
Then, right in front of him, one of the guards who had been protecting him took a shell head-on. The horrific fate of the being who had just been guarding him made Cain freeze in shock and drop to the ground.
His ears rang from the explosion, and his vision was stained a deep red from the flowing blood. He heard another guard yelling to escape, but the ten-year-old boy could no longer think rationally.
A dull pain throbbed at Cain’s waist. He couldn’t tell if shrapnel from the fallen shell had struck him. All he felt was a searing pain piercing his insides, and as he gasped for breath, he slumped to the ground with a groan.
In that moment, even harboring hope of survival felt like a sin. As his eyelids grew heavier and he surrendered his body, someone appeared before him.
Had it not been for that person, Cain might have ceased to exist in this world by now.
[Prince Dain?]
When he first saw the man standing with his back to a burning pile of corpses, Cain thought that the devil had manifested to take his life.
The man was massive, a mountain of a figure. With an appearance so extraordinary, he seemed far removed from an ordinary person, and he looked down at Cain without the slightest hint of disturbance from the horrific scene around them.
[It’s a relief to see you alive.]
At first, Cain couldn’t understand what he was saying. Although he was seeing this man for the first time, it felt as if the man knew him.
[King Razas is dead.]
The astonishing news he heard from that man was that the kingdom had been annihilated in an instant. Cain was engulfed in a greater shock than when he had heard the deafening explosion right beside him.
He couldn’t believe the man’s words. Even though every refuge that had protected him until yesterday had turned into a sea of flames, the notion that his country had vanished into ashes in just a few hours was unfathomable.
Moreover, his father, the sun of the kingdom, was gone. To him, his father was everything. There was no way his father could have died.
He wiped his reddened eyes with trembling hands.
[Whether you believe it or not, the prince will soon die too.]
The man casually tossed something to Cain’s side. It was a small piece of fabric, likely belonging to a young girl.
At that moment, Cain was rendered speechless. It was the very dress his younger sister had worn just this morning. After discovering the bloodstains on one corner, he found it hard to breathe.
[W-where did you come from?]
[Nikephos.]
[Nikephos? Are you talking about the land of the sun?]
The man nodded. So, the brutal ones who had turned the kingdom into ruins overnight were the soldiers of Nikephos.
Though still young, Cain understood how formidable Nikephos was. But why would they do this?
As Cain was engulfed in confusion, the man extended his hand toward him.
[We need to get out of here quickly. Take my hand, Prince.]
How could he take the hand of the very one responsible for killing his parents and sister, the one who had turned his kingdom into a sea of flames? Cain drew on all his anger and glared at the man before him as if he were ready to kill him.
[I am Kristin of Nikephos.]
[Take my hand, Prince Dain.]
[If you want to live.]
The man looked down at Cain, who was refusing to take his hand, with an expression of amusement.
[Are you really going to let your pathetic pride lead you to a useless death?]
[…….]
[If you want revenge or anything else, you need to stay alive.]
If he were to die, then the kingdom would vanish forever. The last remaining bloodline of Amasril—he couldn’t even die on his own terms. He couldn’t allow himself to perish so futilely.
He had to survive. No matter what, he had to live.
With tears of blood in his eyes, the ten-year-old boy reached out his arm to the man.
