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Chapter 604: Sybeline Can't Bear to Part with Sigrid
Chapter 604: Sybeline Can't Bear to Part with Sigrid
"I understand."
In the living room of the Chikel Manor, Kaliyra nodded, seated on a sofa.
It wasn't just about the marriage between the Nameless Lord and the princess anymore. With the Prime Minister of the Pollant Empire potentially marrying a princess of the Demon Realm, announcing this news at this time could lead to speculation. It would be better to wait until the war calmed down a bit before making it official.
"So, Princess, do you plan to stay in the Pollant Empire with him?"
Kaliyra asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she looked at Sybeline.
Sybeline hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Is that not allowed?"
She turned to Fallen Lord, her voice weak as she asked.
Based on her understanding of the Fallen Lord, she knew he wouldn't easily agree to let a princess wander aimlessly.
Even though the Shadow World was coming to an end, if she and Lanchi parted ways, they would soon be back in the same critical space.
However, this could lead to them being separated again when the next Shadow World began.
If possible, she wanted things to be like the previous two Shadow Worlds, where she would open her eyes and find Lanchi by her side, giving her a sense of reassurance.
"Alas, of course, it's not permitted. But your escape skills are improving, and I can't catch you anymore. When I return, I'll have no choice but to explain the situation to the greater demon clan."
Kaliyra sighed and shook her head, feigning a sense of regret that seemed typical of an older woman who couldn't control a younger generation's choices.
"Thank you, Kaliyra," Sybeline said, touched by the Fallen Lord's words. She scooted a little closer to Kaliyra, indicating her growing friendship with the once intimidating figure.
"Then, I'll leave the princess in your care, Mr. Wilford."
Kaliyra then turned to Lanchi, and as she spoke his name, she seemed to stumble over the pronunciation.
The Fallen Lord felt embarrassed whenever she saw him, no doubt remembering their encounter at this manor a few days ago.
She, a ninth-rank great demon, had never felt so humiliated.
"Rest assured, Miss Kaliyra. I will protect my princess," Lanchi replied with a calm smile.
Sybeline glanced at Lanchi, as if about to refute something, but then lowered her head as if deflating.
"By the way, I have one last question."
Kaliyra stood up, satisfied, as if she had remembered something. Before bidding farewell, she sat down again.
"In your eyes, what do I look like?"
She opened her eyes wide and fixed her gaze on Lanchi, her curiosity evident.
This question had puzzled her for a long time.
Ever since their first encounter in the Demon King's City of Necalis, when their eyes met, she felt that Lanchi didn't care about her at all.
Later, she confirmed that this man was completely immune to her charms.
"..."
Sybeline also grew tense, swallowing nervously.
The Fallen Lord's passive magic caused her appearance to reflect the ideal image of the person she was interacting with. For men, she would appear as the woman he loved the most. Sybeline wondered if Lanchi saw her in the Fallen Lord's eyes and how similar they might be...
Or was it the woman from the Northern Continent? Or, could it be Tata?
"That's just how you are," Lanchi replied, tilting his head in confusion.
He seemed perplexed as to why the Fallen Lord was asking him this question.
"Don't pretend, Nameless Lord. If you see me as the princess in your eyes, then admit it. If you see someone else, then who is it?"
Kaliyra's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness in her tone as she pressed for an answer.
She seemed displeased with Lanchi's feigned ignorance.
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly look like Sybeline?" Lanchi mumbled, confused.
Sybeline's expression darkened as she seemed to realize the truth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She tried to hold them back, not wanting to embarrass herself further.
Lanchi reached for a pen and paper on the coffee table in front of the sofa and quickly sketched a portrait, which he then handed to the Fallen Lord.
"Look, isn't this what you look like?" he asked.
Sybeline followed Lanchi's gaze to the sketch, and her eyes widened in surprise.
To be honest, she had never seen the woman in the drawing before.
Before Sybeline could ask, the Fallen Lord provided an answer.
"..."
The Fallen Lord stared into space for a while before lifting her head to look at Lanchi.
"So, there's someone who can see my true form..."
She murmured, her voice filled with wonder.
Sybeline took the drawing from the Fallen Lord and compared it to her, realizing that the resemblance was striking. It was as if, by seeing through the illusion, she could finally see the Fallen Lord's true appearance.
Kaliyra herself was a stunningly beautiful woman with an air of purity, but she had disguised her looks.
Perhaps her true appearance didn't match the image of the dignified Fallen Lord, so she had used illusion magic to alter her features.
"Alas, it's a pity you're already married. Otherwise, I might have considered you."
Kaliyra finally shook her head and smiled, accepting the situation.
"!"
Sybeline, who had spent days with Kaliyra, heard her refer to herself as "che'er" for the first time, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. Instinctively, she reached out and tugged at Lanchi's sleeve.
"Hehe, I'm just joking. Let's forget about the idea of an older woman chasing a younger man. I know the age difference between us," Kaliyra said playfully, then turned to Sybeline.
"Your Highness, don't be so stubborn from now on."
"Her eyes seemed to say, 'The man by your side is quite the catch, and if you're not careful, he might just slip away.'"
Not everyone is like her, with only His Highness' best interests at heart.
"I'm not being stubborn!" Sybeline exclaimed defensively.
Kaliyra looked at Sybeline, her smile turning slightly helpless yet unable to hide the affection in her eyes.
"Alright, Your Highness. If you ever want to return to the Demon Realm, feel free. Take care of yourself in the Pollant Empire."
She stood up, bent down, and gave Sybeline a gentle hug.
"Thank you... Kaliyra. Take care of yourself too. I'll miss you," Sybeline said, holding back her tears as she reluctantly returned Kaliyra's embrace.
In her childhood fantasies about her mother, Sybeline had always imagined someone as gentle and caring as Tata to be the ideal mother. She also admired the rational and calm demeanor of her teacher, the Ice Snow Witch. Of course, Kaliyra, with her strict motherly demeanor, had also earned a place in Sybeline's heart.
Although she still didn't know what her real mother, Efatia, was like, Sybeline felt content and no longer regretted not having her mother by her side.
After bidding farewell to Sybeline, Kaliyra gracefully waved goodbye to Lanchi and Sigrid before striding out of the living room.
"Goodbye, Kaliyra!"
Sigrid waved her arms energetically until Kaliyra's figure completely disappeared down the corridor.
The clock in the living room ticked away.
It was almost half-past eight.
This Shadow World was coming to an end.
There were only a few minutes left.
Although Sybeline and Lanchi would remain in the Pollant Empire, the next time they returned to the final Blood Moon Calamity Shadow World, it might be over a decade later for their friends in this era.
"Sigrid, I'm going to miss you so much," Sybeline said, her eyes glistening with tears as she hugged Sigrid tightly and nuzzled her face affectionately, reluctant to let go.
In this Shadow World, the happiest moments for her were spending time and playing with Sigrid every day.
She had never met such a smart, straightforward, and adorable girl like Sigrid in the real world.
If she could bring Sigrid back to the real world, Sybeline would love to keep her in the ducal mansion and explore the royal capital of Yike together every day.
"Are we going to be separated?"
Sigrid asked, confused.
"Well... I mean, if... Lanchi and I might have to go to a faraway place for a while, and when we truly meet again, it might be over a decade later. Can you bear that kind of loneliness?"
Sybeline struggled to explain, as any mention of the Shadow World and related terms would be automatically censored and couldn't be conveyed. Even if she explained it in detail, it would be challenging for the people of this Blood Moon Calamity era to comprehend.
Sigrid shook her head and then nodded, unsure if she could endure being alone for so long again.
"I think we'll always find a way to meet, Sybeline," Sigrid said, allowing herself to be hugged like a doll as she murmured.
She couldn't understand Sybeline's words, but she somehow felt that she understood what Sybeline might be trying to convey.
Even if there truly was another world, they would reunite there.
"Why do you say that?" Sybeline asked, releasing her and looking into her violet eyes.
"I've been having dreams lately. I can't remember the details, but I think I dream about you..."
Sigrid tried to recall, her voice uncertain.
"What am I like in your dreams?" Sybeline asked curiously.
"In my dreams, you're always angry and want to hit me," Sigrid replied after some thought.
"No!" Sybeline cried out, her face filled with dismay at the thought of being disliked by Sigrid.
"But it's okay. I can tell the difference. You're kind to me, Sybeline, and I like you a lot," Sigrid assured her with a toothy smile.
"Boo hoo, Sigrid, I will always like you too. I would never hit you, so stop having those dreams," Sybeline said, hugging her even tighter, her voice thick with emotion.
"Exactly, the two of you could never fight. Dreams are always fake, and if you did fight, I'd eat this sofa!" Lanchi chimed in, leaning against the sofa with a playful smile.
He was already looking forward to the heartwarming reunion between Sybeline and an adult Sigrid in the next Shadow World.
The room was filled with cheerful vibes as the melody in the manor transitioned to a more majestic and playful tune, with the addition of brass and string instruments, reminiscent of a Broadway finale.
The large clock on the wall of the Chikel Manor's living room struck half-past eight.
"Today is your forty-fifth day in this Shadow World," the Cat Master began its final broadcast.
"You've successfully conquered this Shadow World as well."
In the midst of laughter and music, time seemed to slow down. The night was filled with a soft glow as the entire manor began to dissolve like bubbles.
Tiny specks of starlight quietly seeped through the dissipating walls and into the mansion.
The one-and-a-half-month-long 'Total Eclipse of the Darkest Night' Shadow World had finally reached its conclusion.
(End of Chapter)
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