I Regressed and the Genre Changed

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 41 – Intersections

I kept silent.

As I considered ignoring it and leaving, a single fact suddenly flashed through my mind.

‘Wait, come to think of it, I still need to get the Holy Blood.’

I had momentarily forgotten.

To obtain the Holy Blood, I needed Luna’s help to raid the Duke’s treasury.

Ah, I’m sick of the Winfreds.

Should I try to find another way, even if it takes more time?

But then, when will I get the Holy Blood?

In a situation where I don’t know when the system will intervene, I need to get the Holy Blood as soon as possible.

That means I shouldn’t hesitate to take action.

“…”

I stopped in my tracks.

While I silently contemplated, my face twisted with determination, Luna spoke calmly.

“There’s no need to make that face. I didn’t come here to harm you.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Just to see Kyle’s face?”

I forced my twisted face back to normal.

Now, she’s not even trying to hide it.

In the midst of admiring her audacity, a chilly voice cut in.

“You have no shame.”

Isabel murmured with suppressed anger.

Contempt blazed in her eyes as she looked at Luna.

“Don’t you have any conscience? At least have some dignity. Don’t talk nonsense without knowing the subject like that.”

“Well, maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know the subject. Didn’t you just hear? You’re not needed anymore.”

“Shut your mouth.”

They argue so well.

It’s amusing how those similar ones keep bickering with each other.

Fortunately, because of the chaos around, no one paid attention to their quarrel.

Isabel seemed to realize that too, gradually raising the level of her words.

“Are you trying to act like a sister now? Please come to your senses. It’s disgusting.”

“Why, jealous? Sorry, but blood ties aren’t so easily severed. Unlike you, who became strangers with just a piece of paper.”

“Jealous? It’s probably you, not me. Are you afraid I might know about those dirty emotions you harbor?”

Dirty emotions.

At the sudden emergence of that prase, Luna’s face contorted horribly.

As if someone had heard something they absolutely didn’t want to hear.

“Do you see Kyle as a man?”

“What?”

“Right. What about me? Not a sister. It was strange from the beginning. What woman projects such dirty emotions onto her own brother? Ha, disgusting.”

“…Lady Isabel, I advise you to stop before you provoke me further.”

“Are you jealous of the engagement between Kyle and me? Wake up from your dreams. Even after you died and came back it’s still impossible. As you said, blood ties aren’t easily severed, right?”

What nonsense.

I watched with disbelief, folding my arms.

I had no idea what kind of nonsense they were babbling about.

Well, Isabel these days has completely lost her mind anyway.

‘Luna, what’s gotten into her?’

Why is the usually composed girl suddenly responding to such nonsense?

What? Luna sees Kyle as a man?

She should speak more sensibly.

It’s bewildering; I can’t help but laugh.

“Enough with the nonsense.”

Feeling queasy as I listened quietly, I interrupted the conversation.

In response, Isabel furrowed her brow.

“Kyle, listen. That woman is completely out of her mind—”

“Shut up.”

For a moment, Isabel’s surprised face shook.

In her wavering gaze, there was a cruelty directed towards me.

Suddenly, a memory floated into my mind.

– Even if you slap me, even if you spit on me.

– Kyle, punish me until your heart’s content.

– I love you.

Damn, the more I think about it, the more dizzying it gets.

What kind of reaction did she expect from me after saying such crazy things?

The more I see, the more certain I’m that she’s lost her mind.

“…Don’t go.”

Isabel murmured in a low, hoarse voice.

“Please… don’t go…”

A subdued, sullen voice flew behind me.

Of course, I ignored it and continued walking.

I didn’t have time to pay attention to such nonsense.

“…”

Luna looked at me with a bewildered expression.

Then, she slowly opened her lips.

“How am I supposed to take this?”

Luna chuckled ambiguously and whispered.

“It’s too late for me to be forgiven now.”

“…”

“…What do you need?”

The conversation escalated quickly.

I leaned forward and whispered into Luna’s ear.

“The Holy Blood.”

Luna’s eyes widened momentarily.

“…The Holy Blood?”

Yes, the Holy Blood.

I nodded casually.

“For what reason?”

“You don’t need to know.”

Luna blinked stupidly.

Then, she asked me with a lowered voice.

“It’s strange. What would happen if I ran to Father and confessed obediently?”

“That won’t happen.”

“…Are you sure?”

Of course.

Even if she were to confess that I’m searching for the Holy Blood, the likelihood of the Duke believing it is extremely low.

Who would have found the genuine Holy Blood in the first place?

Moreover, considering the circumstances of a runaway bastard’s aspirations, it’s too grandiose.

There are no proper circumstances or evidence.

In such a situation, Luna wouldn’t do something that would make Kyle resent her.

“He… believes in me…”

Luna started murmuring incomprehensible words.

I waited patiently for Luna’s response.

‘Why is she like that again?’

Nearby, Isabel’s eyes glimmered with anger bordering on madness.

Even though she wouldn’t hear the conversation, why would she act like that?

I clicked my tongue and turned my head away.

And so, time passed.

And finally…

“Alright.”

Luna parted her lips.

“I’ll help you.”

She grinned and whispered.

“If my little brother needs it, then his big sister should help.”

That damn big sister talk never gets old.

I swallowed my irritation.

Bear with it. This nonsense will be over soon anyway.

The Elixir will be completed soon.

The moment I have the Holy Blood in my hands…

‘System neutralization.’

I’ll destroy the system, by dying.

I cautiously clasped the Dagger of Tranquility in my pocket.

However, there’s one thing bothering me…

‘…The Black Mist.’

Rudine Eckhart.

What is the truth behind what she saw beyond the Black Mist?

I’ll need to investigate that slowly later on.

Let’s not be impatient.

There’s still plenty of time.

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[Translator – Peptobismol]

The Black Mist that engulfed the Emperor.

As a result, the continent was turned upside down.

A great chaos enveloped the Empire, and horrifying tales of countless witnesses terrified by fear poured in.

Grim rumors spread at an uncontrollable pace.

In the process, rumors were embellished with all sorts of exaggerated nonsense.

At that time, the Holy See began to take action in earnest.

Purification of the Black Mist.

Blessing from God.

And the reincarnation of the *Saintess.

[*”Saint” will be changed to “Saintess” since Isabel is a female.]

They promoted all sorts of provocative keywords as they traveled across the Empire.

At the center of it all was none other than Isabel Yustia.

The Black Mist, a disaster among disasters that was plaguing the Empire, dissipated with a single gesture of her hand.

Hope began to sprout throughout the Empire, and Isabel Yustia started to be revered as the Saintess of the era.

The cathedral was crowded with crowds gathering to meet the Saintess, and the influence of the Holy See began to expand day by day.

As such stormy times passed…

“Lady Isabel, I have investigated the information you requested before.”

The Pope approached Isabel, who was sitting opposite him.

Isabel slowly turned her head.

“Please speak.”

“Kyle Winfred, after the Founding Festival, immediately returned to the Imperial Capital. And he left the Capital by carriage yesterday evening.”

Ahem— The Pope cleared his throat once and continued speaking.

“The carriage he rode departed in the direction of the Northern Territory.”

“If it’s the Northern Territory…”

“It’s Winfred’s land.”

Isabel’s face was as calm as the waves on a summer day.

There was no hint of any anger; rather, there was a mercifulness befitting her status as a Saintess.

“Thank you. You may go now.”

“There will be a baptism ceremony soon, so please prepare to avoid any disruption.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

The Pope bowed his head once and left.

Alone in the room, Isabel chuckled softly.

It turned out like this after all.

Despite the efforts to prevent it.

Despite the warnings.

He laughed at me with that damn woman, and in the end, he returned to her.

— The Divine Solvent.

— Right, bring me that at least.

— Who knows? Maybe my heart will be moved.

Despite saying he needed me.

Despite seeing my earnest sincerity.

How could he do this to me?

When I love him so much.

Why?

You’ve disappointed me.

“…Ah.”

Isabel sighed.

I see, all of this is ultimately the karma I have accumulated.

On that note, I find myself blaming Kyle once again.

“Hmm…”

Isabel pursed her lips.

And then, she laughed like a madwoman.

“…Seems like forgiveness is out of the question, doesn’t it?”

Ah, perhaps it was impossible after all.

It was harder than I expected, even though I anticipated it wouldn’t be easy.

Kyle’s voice saying he doesn’t need me anymore still echoes in my ears.

The sharpness in those eyes filled with contempt is too cutting.

“…This shouldn’t be happening.”

Luna Winfred.

And Rudine Eckhart.

Kyle with those insane women?

With those vile women who only think about using Kyle, despite my sincerest intentions?

For a moment, my mind flashed white.

“This… can’t happen…”

Why, why only me.

Those women are truly dangerous.

For what reason did he choose those women over me?

Rising anger made my ears ring.

The boiling thirst began to exceed the limits of patience.

I miss Kyle.

His contorted face as he looks at me.

His chilling voice.

I just want anything, as long as I can monopolize all of that.

“Kyle…”

When Kyle, who received the Sacred Solvent, turned away, Isabel grabbed his leaving arm.

At that moment, how was the sensation?

“…It was soft.”

Soft, warm, yet firm.

When our hands touched, it was dizzying, as if electric currents were flowing through my skin.

Just holding hands felt like this.

What would it feel like elsewhere?

Desire was coated in continuing imagination.

Running up her hands, to her chest, and then her nape…

A dark desire boiled within.

A tingling ecstasy pierced through her forehead.

“…”

The end of the continuing imagination was grotesque.

All sorts of dirty and sticky scenes flashed through Isabel’s mind.

“Ah.”

Isabel clawed at her neck with her nails.

Red marks streaked across her transparent skin.

A tingling sensation spread subtly.

“Ahhh…”

Isabel shed tears.

At the same time, the corners of her mouth drew an arc.

“Kyle… Kyle…”

I tried.

I really tried this hard.

Ah, I see.

I am an irredeemable being.

Isabel chuckled softly.

Then she muttered.

“…It doesn’t matter.”

I have no one but you.

I love you.

“You’re mine.”

Kyle, you’re mine.

“I’ll… I’ll take it all back.”

Everything is a mess, but it’s okay.

It’s not too late yet.

Everything.

Everything, I’ll undo it all.

Even…

Even if it means kidnapping Kyle.

[Translator – Peptobismol]

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