Dear Eddert - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Translator: effe
Cedric shouted in a blood-filled voice. Ayla’s hesitation was brief. She turned away from him and once again indiscriminately swung her sword towards Peter.
“….Why?”
Hyemi observed Cedric’s expression, filled with anger and coldness.
“Ce, Cedric… help!”
Peter, cornered, barely evaded Ayla’s attack and stepped back. Ayla, who had hesitated for a moment, rushed towards Peter, screaming.
“AAA!!! Die!!!”
Chaeng!
Cedric was the one who blocked her strike. Cedric was well aware of Ayla’s swordsmanship. He was the one who had taught her how to wield a sword, from the very basics.
The clash of swords in mid-air sent shivers down Ayla’s spine. Her wet, frozen eyes, like an icy lake, trembled as she looked at Cedric.
“…Ayla.”
Cedric muttered lowly. A cold, gray gaze, filled with icy anger, bore into Ayla from behind the blade. His rough breath flowed out.
“…I can never… forgive you.”
Cedric whispered, moving back. Once again, the two swords clashed in the air, ringing with a metallic sound. Ayla had grown even stronger during all those years of unwavering focus on Cedric’s swordsmanship lessons.
“Mister Cedric, can I ever….wield a sword as gracefully as you?”
“Ayla, didn’t I tell you? Among the trainees, there’s no one who moves as you do. You are my proud human textbook.”
Cedric remembered Ayla, who used to sparkle with pride every time he praised her. What he didn’t know was that she was actually a spy sent by Kaplan. For five years, she had deceived them all.
“…Don’t forgive me.”
As she whispered towards him with their swords between them, the wetness disappeared from her eyes. She had not come here to dare ask Cedric for forgiveness. She was satisfied with merely seeing his face.
Ayla’s sword, after deflecting Cedric’s attack, once again targeted Peter. Ayla began swinging her sword at Peter, even though it was a 2-on-1 fight. She had no intention of stepping back.
Chaeng!
Chaeeng!
After Cedric barely blocked her attacks, his cold, gray eyes glinted as he watched Ayla. Ayla’s relentless assault was directed at Peter. She had no intention of killing Cedric, only parrying his attacks without the will to kill.
Cedric breathed heavily, his brow furrowing.
“N… No.”
Meanwhile, Hyemi trembled under the shade of the tree, clutching her head tightly. Although a lifeless body with a pierced back lay beside her, she felt no repulsion. It was because of the tangled memories and the pain in her throat.
Ding!
The wind carried the sound of the bell. Simultaneously, an unfamiliar voice echoed loudly in her mind.
“Found her! Kill her!”
It was a winter night when snowflakes flew in the sky. Intruders of unknown identity suddenly invaded the cave where Eden had been waiting for Walter. Dealing with three assassins in sequence was not a difficult task for her. She killed one, took his sword, and swiftly cut the other two.
“Ha… Eden…”
“Ah, Peter! How on earth did this happen…”
Eden’s momentary relief was shattered when she noticed an unfamiliar intruder following Peter. Surprised, she raised her sword to protect Peter.
“Heuk…!”
Peter’s sword pierced through Eden’s shoulder, and a brief moan escaped her lips.
“Huht…!”
Ding!
Once again, the sound of the bell echoed, and Hyemi’s pupils widened. She felt a sharp pain, as if her head was going to explode. Unfamiliar scenes flashed in her mind like jumbled pictures. She grabbed her head, squeezing it, and struck her head painfully.
…Who killed me…. Who killed me….
“You…..why.?”
Staring at her own blood dripping from the tip of the sword, Eden raised her head. Peter was still gripping his sword, his eyes darkened as he bit his lips.
“Eden!”
Seeing Hyemi, who was trembling and staring blankly with widened eyes, Walter rushed over. Covered in blood and sweat from dealing with twelve assassins on the rooftop, he was panting heavily. After piercing one attacker’s belly, he took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s not…..Ayla.”
Hyemi muttered in distraught, her face wet with tears. Seeing her, Walter sensed that something was seriously wrong. His intense gaze pierced through her.
“Eden..…”
While gripping the wooden pillar, Hyemi suddenly dashed towards the square without hesitation.
“Eden! It’s dangerous!”
Walter shouted, but Hyemi didn’t stop. Ayla’s voice in her mind reverberated vividly, as if whispering in her ear.
“Eden, will Mister Cedric love someone too someday …”
In Hyemi’s mind, the face of the girl who had asked questions with rosy cheeks, smiling shyly, overlapped with the image of Ayla, who was writhing in pain after being struck by Peter’s sword.
“Your punishment for betraying your comrades will be death, Ayla.”
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