Chapter 32: CH 32

As soon as Yuria heard the sound, she knew what her sister was doing.

How, how could you not know the sound? How could a woman who had struggled to get her out not hear it?

Not wanting to believe this terrible reality, she prayed to God for the first time in years.

God, please tell me what I heard is a lie. Please tell me that Layla didn’t hurt herself. please…

“The situation is quite serious. As you can see, the forehead…”

“Hey, why is your sister banging her head against the wall all of a sudden? Is she crazy? Or are you doing this to buy sympathy?”

“… Hey. How about calling a doctor first?”

“Don’t do that. The Duke also told me to treat them well.”

But this conversation came as if ridiculing the prayer.

“… Haha…”

Yuria lowered her head and wept.

God never grants Yuria’s wish.

Her parents were devout believers, and Yuria, who was born into such a family, also believed in God. But when? She stopped praying before meals.

What stopped her from setting foot in the cathedral and from humming hymns whenever she was bored?

When did she stop believing in the existence of God? She smiled self-sacrificing at the thoughtless, meaningless prayer.

‘… Why? Why did Lala do that? Why the hell….’

The reason for such a behavior can be roughly predicted. Isn’t the reason why people show such appearances is usually the same? They do it when they are depressed, distressed, or filled with negative thoughts.

Everything from being framed to the sudden news from the Duke must have come as a great stress to Layla.

With Laila by her side, she only pretended to be strong, but Yuria had a hard time with the current situation.

Her question was not ‘why did she act like that?’ but ‘why did such a strong girl break down to do such a thing’.

To Yuria, Layla was the idol she longed for.

Although younger than her, she was more compassionate and mature than anyone else, and she had strength. Yuria relied on her, thinking of her like her sister and her mother.

It’s a story that everyone will laugh at now, but when they see the two for the first time, they would think of Layla as an older sister and Yuria as a younger sister.

After losing her memory, she lost her original maturity, but she was still strong. Sometimes I want to lean on her without realizing it.

Therefore, Layla’s fall came as a big shock to Yuria. On the one hand, this gave Yuria a strange sense of joy.

Oh my God, there comes a time when even that ‘Leila’ gets weak.

It’s crazy enough to do something like that… 

Can you fully lean on me now?

You can finally rely on me completely.

I can finally prove that I’m not a child who just leans on someone. Finally!

A girl who was so strong and beautiful is torn apart, and at this moment, the only person she can rely on is herself? That I can take the hand of my idol, my light and the sun and lift it up! How attractive is this? How… 

“Ugh…!”

Is it disgusting?

She felt happiness from her sister’s misfortune. An unbearably terrible feeling! Yuria covered her mouth with the rising pottery.

I’ve been through something similar before. It was when she noticed that Layla had lost her memory.

Yuria felt supreme happiness as she held Layla, who followed me like a child as “sister” and “sister”. She later found that she felt disgusted with herself, but so did her own honest feelings.

Yuria cleared her stomach and slowly raised her head. A drop of tears from her eyes ran down the line of her face.

It fell to the floor of the prison and scattered all over the place, and at the same time a weak voice escaped from her mouth.

“… This is not the time.”

Yuria with blank eyes stared into the air.

“You have to check, check, check, check…”

Yuria leaned towards the cage while keeping her knees on the floor. The sound of rustling, rustling, and skirts being dragged on the stone floor is mixed with the conversations of the knights.

The white hand that grabbed the iron fence trembled. Yuria put her face close to the cage and asked the knights who were talking in front of me.

“Layla, how is my sister now? Is she okay? Is she hurt a lot?”

Two pairs of eyes turned to the girl.

“It was seriously injured, but don’t worry. I will call a doctor soon.”

“Can you open this, please?”

“… What?”

“I’ll see how it goes for a moment. It’s just a while! It won’t even take a few minutes. I’ll just check and go back right away. Yes?”

“It is difficult.”

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Yuria bit her lip. How badly were you injured?

Just imagining the blood dripping from Layla’s torn forehead made the inside of her throat warm. At this moment, I was terribly resentful of the iron block that stood in my way.

Not hearing any voices from the other side made Yuria uneasy. Until she saw her sister’s condition, she could never back down.

“I want you to open it….”

Hearing that murmur, the knight firmly refused once again. Then Yuria began to frantically shake her iron cage that was imprisoning herself.

Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!

Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!

Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!Clang!!

“I mean, open it!”

The expression of the knights, who seemed to be tired of the present Yuria, did not catch their eye.

Even if she knows it’s forceful, she will never stop doing this until they opens the door. As she was about to get up and throw herself into the cage, she heard a sharp voice.

“… Stop.”

It was the voice of a younger sister with a lot of edge. But she was as weak as a girl who was about to die at any moment. Yuria took her hand off her cage and listened to her voice.

“Lala….”

Are you okay? Can you talk? How hurt are you? hurt a lot? The questions that have reached the end of her throat are swallowed back by the next words.

“… I’m okay. So please, please, be quiet. It’s so loud that my head is ringing…”

“… How can I stay still..! you’re hurt. It hurts like my heart is being ripped apart. No, no… I’m sorry…  I’ll be quiet… Do not hurt….”

One of the knights went underground to call a doctor.

Yuria pressed her eyes tightly with her palms to hold back the tears that were about to burst.

“Lala, why are you like that? Why are you banging your head on the wall…”

“I do not know…”

“You don’t know… Please, please, please don’t do that again….”

“……Yes…….”

Eventually, the knight returned with the doctor. The doctor went into the prison and checked on Layla’s condition. He clicked his tongue and healed her wounds.

Yuria leaned against the wall and crouched down, listening to the whole process.

As she listened to the sound of wiping the blood, applying medicine to the wound, and wrapping her head with a bandage, Yuria gently closed her eyes.

The hand that was on the floor was clenched tightly.

‘What did the master save you? What were you reassured about? Lala’s condition is so bad, she can’t wait like this. I, I have to help. Only I can help Lala.’

Only me… 

Yuria’s face was wet with indescribable emotions. It is in the form of a smile, but no one would call it a smile. Almost at the same time she pounded her in the head with her fist, and slammed it down.

“… Remember it.”

Think of work at the mansion. I remember the face of Count Nigor. Something useful, something related to slavery.

Bang! Once again, the fist hit the head.

Remember.

Remember.

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No matter how terrible the memory is. don’t be afraid to get over it. Don’t be a coward. Don’t Cry. Don’t be annoying. Don’t be like a child. You are an adult. I’m going to save Lala. I will save her. Just like when she held my hand that day in the mansion. I am. I am!

Bang!

“Ah.”

Yuria laughed and cried.

I remember it.

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