225 225. 65. The deep darkness is the beginning of the coming dawn. (4) (1/2)

Lionel Leonberger had a long dream.

It was more of a recollection than a dream, or a lifetime of recollection.

The days of humiliation that have lived as monarchs of the kingdom who groan at the Empire.

A life that I persevered with all my heart, but didn't end up doing what I wanted.

Those were memories that I didn't want to recall, strewn with failure and humiliation.

Nevertheless, when he woke up from his dream, the first thing he felt was a profound loss.

He sweeps the emptiness of the bed with his gloomy eyes by hand.

I only missed the touch of a cold cloth without one warmth.

But he managed to control his mind.

Gildi's long dream is like a repentance to those who end their lives, and I feel even more depressed when I think of the day when I will see her again.

His day began in such a bad mood, but apart from that, his head was strangely clear.

The medicine prescribed by Fish was effective in alleviating the pain of the wound, but did not relieve the pain completely. In addition, there were side effects that the mind was not as clear as dreaming while awake.

I've never had a head like this before.

The headaches and headaches that plagued him all the time after he was crowned were as if he were a liar.

I was full of vitality.

It felt like I was completely reborn.

I thought maybe this was the last glimmer of candles that people were talking about going out.

Not until you see the blurred skin between the birds of clothing.

”Ah...”

Lionel stiffens.

Later, I looked up at my top and opened my eyes.

I didn't see anything.

Three times a day, there was no filthy bandage from which the pus and the true water flowed, nor any black rotting wound under it.

Dothrin's Warlocks are also wounds that gave up treatment at the Royal Palace.

It was a miracle.

He quickly found out who the owner of this miracle was.

“She was right. ”

If you hold your breath, you have an elixir to save even those who are on the verge of death, and it wasn't a lie.

Then, it seemed that Ian came to me.

Lionel frowns.

I rarely distinguished between dream and reality.

He wrapped his head.

‘It'll be over in no time! Hang in there!’

As I recalled the powerful voice I heard while I was howling like an animal in terrible agony, one or two memories of sleeping in the depths began to rise above the surface.

A horrible loss and pain that I felt the moment something broke in my body.

A raw energy that filled the place again without a bird to awaken.

Dehydration and fullness, a memory that was finally cut off in its conflicting senses.

Then his consciousness reached the boundary of dreams and realities.

‘When you wake up, you may be mad at me for wasting your precious medicine. In any case, if His Majesty is different from the past, he may say thank you to me. ’

The child's voice, which was heard around the time of the pain, was a clear reality.

‘But thanksgiving is not justifiable. ’

Somehow, the distinction between familiar and vivid voices was ambiguous.

‘As a vow of the Léonberger family, you only did what you had to do, so you just carve a royal vow into your heart and spend the rest of your life. ’

And what I heard just before I lost my last consciousness was definitely not real.

“A royal vow...”

In confusion, he recalls the vow of the Leonberger family, which the eldest son in his dream said.

A kingdom built by those who fled from the deportation and terror of the Empire.

The fierce monsters and the harsh cold monarchs.

The words of an oath made by the ancestors of the Leonberger family in front of him.

“I will live as king of the weak. ”

The moment I heard it, my heart started to jump with a sudden bang.

Aggravation.

And I ran up to my chest one step late.

Issacro leaked hot heat. It felt like it was on fire in the middle of my chest.

I don't know why, but I'm full of English mothers.

In front of the first emotion I ever felt in my life, the king just took a rough breath.

The heat didn't sink easily.

In this way, I thought my body wouldn't burn.

However, the flames were as abrupt as they had been, and when Lionel regained consciousness, only a mild fever remained floating around.

The heat that was shaking all over me converged into one place at some point.

Somewhere to the chest where the first heat was blooming.

The amount of heat that had gathered like that had not existed from the beginning disappeared.

All that was left was a heavy mass beating like a heart.

“Mana?”

It was a manna. It was also a manna of a completely different trait than what he had before.

The Mana of the Heart.

Lionel, who later realized the identity of the heavy Mana who settled in my body, became a frozen face.

Even though he had no talent, he only weaved two, but he was also a knight of the strict loop.

But when I woke up, the healthy loop disappeared, and a new heart set in place.

If it wasn't embarrassing, it was strange.

But what was really frustrating was not the altered manna trait.

When he tried to call the maid for a change of clothes, even a sweaty top, he stiffened her again.

A mirror that Margarita used in her life, placed not far from her bed, was a familiar and stranger-faced man inside.

He and the other one were just hair color and age.

One more thing was that the guy in the mirror was a little softer.