1243 The Romantic Man
“Before she died, she sent a distress signal and a message. O-Oob managed to block out the message, not the distress signal. T-That woman’s power was interfering too much.” Oob confessed and revealed that he was ‘sealed’ by her not long afterwards.
“Was she cruel to you? Inflicted pain?”
“N-No. She c-called Oob…special little thing and deemed humanity as too weak for her to bother.”
“Oh,”
“And she did visit your and Sia’s home once.” Oob said in a confused tone.
“Oh?”
“She also went to the place Enigma used to live and also your manor on Eos. She didn’t harm anyone. She didn’t do anything, she just observed the place. Since Oob was sealed, Oob couldn’t intervene, but I could notice her traces.”
“What was she even doing in these places?”
“…Observing, I think. She was staring at these places, for hours. Lost in thought.”
“Did she kill anyone?”
“Except for the princess, none.”
Varian released the breath he was holding. Isadora didn’t kill anyone, particularly not the citizens and didn’t unleash a slaughter.
It’s the first good news he heard today.
Unlike how it silly it sounded, it was a very serious topic for powerhouses.
There were people who were too twisted. They’d kill entire civilizations for the thrill of it.
If Isadora was like that, it’d be the worst.
He could tolerate Isadora not liking him, being hostile to him and even trying to kill him—they didn’t know each other and she might have preconceptions of him or other reasons, that’s fine.
Even if she’s being unnecessarily hostile, it’s a one-on-one relationship. He’d have to look out and manage.
Varian was confident he could work something out to create a functional relationship between them so that Sia or Enigma won’t suffer.
But if she’s a psychopath who derived pleasure from torturing unrelated people, he’d have to start worrying.
What could he do?
Rehabilitate her? Was that even possible?
Even if she’s broken? Was she broken within the realm of help or broken beyond repair?
To be honest, Varian had this going on in the back of his mind during the entire fight.
Now that the worry was lifted, it was time to address the next issue.
“You said she spared a prince?” Varian raised a brow. “Pala Kingdom’s prince from Centaurus?”
“Un!” Oob’s wings went up and down, as if it was nodding. “The Prince called her the Princess of Pala Kingdom and that he came her in search of a treasure and her.”
“A treasure?”
The card that allowed her to teleport came to Varian’s mind. Enigma said she could just use that card. That she was born with it. How could anyone just be born with a treasure?
But if it’s from Isadora, then everything made sense.
“What’s so special about the treasure, no, never mind. If it’s hers, it’s hers.” Varian shook his head. “Isadora?”
She wasn’t anywhere pleasant to her name.
For someone who almost killed him, Varian didn’t find her cute. If it’s anyone else, he’d have killed her right away.
If for some reason, he couldn’t kill her, he’d put her through insane pain and make her regret it. She’s saved because of Sia and Enigma.
‘Since when did I become such a ruthless guy…’ Varian patted his cheek and focused back on Oob.
“Where’s this Baldur? Since she spared his life, she let him run away?”
“That…” Oob’s wings froze and fluttered, as if it was unsure on how to answer.
“Just show me.”
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“Ehehehehe! Catch me! I’m the best, you’re the worst! You’re the worst, I’m the best!”
In a mental hospital, a relatively handsome young man was running around, playing with a bunch of equally crazy people.
They threw mud at each other, crawled on the floor like toddlers and barked like dogs. It was a heavenly mess that even the brattiest children wouldn’t be capable of.
“S-She what?” Varian looked at the director of Proxima station, the prince of pala kingdom and compared it with the disheveled man biting the ass of an old woman.
To be fair, although Baldur was a bit stupid for getting scammed twice, he still helped him fight against Crimson Specter in the treasury.
If not for him, Varian wouldn’t have been able to win.
In that sense, Varian was grateful to Baldur.
ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm But the sight of this…
Varian snapped a few pics, filmed a few videos before asking. “What the fuck did she do?”
“She hit with him a tiny black flame. She took it back very quickly though, but he became like this. His soul is damaged and his mental faculties are…in a concerning state.”
“Oh dear,” Varian covered his face and groaned into his palm. “Why do I have to deal with this shit?”
Baldur was necessary to deal with the consequences of Azalea’s death. There’s no escaping that.
“Hey eh hey~ Watch me break her spine with just a glass of wine~ I’m so romantic, age is just a pedantic~ My baby, come kiss my a—mfff”
Varian slapped the unruly perverse bsatard unconscious and threw him into a rehabilitation facility filled with soul treasures.
He’d recover in a few days at most, all thanks to, ironically, Isadora.
She was very light on him. Even if Varian didn’t do anything, Baldur would’ve recovered in a few years. But until then, who knew how many grannies would be harmed?
Varian sighed deeply as he returned to the palace on Hortus.
The Matriarch in her maid uniform welcomed him. Her movements had gotten more professional and should he say, more respectful?
‘If she can change from her prideful demeanor, then maybe Isadora too can change.’ The thought appeared but nothing concrete supported it.
Compared to the Matriarch who ruled an isolated world, Isadora was the princess of Pala Kingdom.
Her pride was far deeper, engraved into her bones. This was a very difficult woman to deal with.
As he returned to his residential quarters, Sarah’s panicking voice rang from his com. “S-She’s about to wake up.”
“Fuck!”
Varian hurried to her location.