I Captured the Enemy Who Tried to Kill Me - Chapter 42
I had thought about it once before, and there was such content in the side story.
Unlike the Emperor’s current statue-like, beautiful appearance, when he was young, he was truly a delicate and fair-looking pretty boy.
‘But that.’
Isn’t it too pretty?
When I opened my eyes, I had been drawn into Kaisis’s mental world.
Although I was in the position of a spectator who could only watch everything from behind a transparent glass wall, unable to intervene.
I let out a deep sigh.
‘So. What should I do now? Wasn’t it said that he would regain consciousness just by touching? Or is it that this person’s mental wounds are that deep, what…’
I shouted Kaisis’s name angrily, but nothing changed.
I decided to follow the shockingly pretty young boy to observe the situation.
He was living his daily life.
Splendid and beautiful clothing, a white and fair face, flowing silver hair.
The perfect image of a prince, resembling a masterful painting.
All of it seemed not much different from his current self, but there was one thing. Something that was out of place.
“Why you! When did I ever allow you to enter?”
The neurotic voice that didn’t match the elegant face was unique.
A woman looking down at Kaisis threateningly.
She was beautiful.
Long, beautiful black hair, white skin, and blue eyes that resembled someone exactly.
It was the appearance of Kaisis’s mother, the Empress, who was still alive then.
But the relationship between mother and son was far from normal.
‘Did she hate her own son that much?’
Since Kaisis’s childhood memories didn’t take up that much space in the original work, I didn’t know the details.
However, I knew that the previous Empress was a magician, and Luias, who inherited her blood, was therefore a magician.
The previous Emperor was an outstanding Awakened One, so I had guessed that the couple’s relationship must have been quite tumultuous.
But I didn’t know it would be to such a frown-inducing degree…
‘Why isn’t he saying anything?’
Originally, mental attacks were said to affect Awakened Ones more clearly than Indojas.
It was one of the rote educations repeated at the Korean Center until it was nailed into our ears.
Espers, or the Awakened Ones here, are vulnerable in their mental barriers in exchange for using power that transcends humans.
On the other hand, Guides, or the Indoja here, who can use the power to calm them, naturally have thicker mental walls.
That’s why I was able to quickly regain my senses by recalling the current Kaisis even amid the memories of my past life that were eating away at me.
But Kaisis.
‘He’s different from me.’
So is that why he’s being an obedient, good prince while listening to those absurd curses?
It really didn’t suit him.
The childhood Kaisis was being verbally abused.
Even knowing that this was what was expressed in a few lines in the original work, it really didn’t suit him, and my anger surged.
“Hey, Your Majesty. You should act like you usually do. I can’t get used to this at all!”
Blue eyes that had turned pitch black with death.
An expression familiar with the malice and stones thrown at him.
It looked so much like my past self that it made my blood boil.
A weak appearance was not like the male protagonist of <Tyrant Emperor> that I knew.
What suited that person was to fiercely mock anyone who attacked him and ruthlessly tear apart their minds.
“What should I do?”
I couldn’t just watch helplessly and keep eating sweet potatoes.
I bit my lip and thought anxiously.
I needed to give a shock from the outside.
Out of frustration, I tried to do something and pounded on what looked like a glass wall with my fist.
Thud, thud. Thud.
How many times did I hit it recklessly?
‘Huh?’
For a moment, I definitely made eye contact with the young Kaisis beyond there.
It quickly became distant, but he had definitely seen me.
“Hey!”
Would he hear me if I shouted?
I called his name until my throat hurt, cursed, and even shouted all sorts of things that couldn’t be said in Duke Ariel’s form.
But it seemed to have been a coincidence, as the boy went back to living his daily life.
Luias, who was cute enough to make me gasp, also appeared.
“Brother!” That voice uttered in his original voice was so clear and beautiful.
But not all daily life was beautiful.
The rapidly changing four seasons, the young prince standing there.
Kaisis’s back looked lonely.
I also saw him writhing in pain, unable to handle the power that burst out of his still young body.
I saw him wiping away tears while taking lessons about Indoja, his mate.
I saw him standing still like an inanimate object in front of the previous Empress, taking all those verbal abuses.
And finally.
“Hey, that’s not right.”
I witnessed with my own eyes the imperial incident that was called the tragedy of six years ago.
Wind blowing like mad.
Tearing screams and sharply spreading eerie energy.
The imperial garden, a huge curtain spread in front of the fountain.
The previous Empress, laughing with delight with widely opened eyes.
“Finally, finally!”
Perhaps the dark forces of the original work might be more influential than I thought, a hunch flashed by.
If this were Kaisis’s memory, it would be the complete truth.
‘What reason would the previous Empress have to welcome a Gate like that?’
Did Kaisis pretend not to know while knowing this?
Even while harboring doubts, the image of young Kaisis watching his mother walking toward the Gate with deliberate self-destruction was captured in my eyes.
The previous Empress holding Luias in her arms.
Young Kaisis grabbed her with a distorted expression that couldn’t hide his grief, pleading.
Tears finally formed and flowed down.
“Mother! Please don’t do this!”
Even that plea.
“Not him!”
He could have used stronger power, but the young boy just stretched out his white hand and grabbed his mother’s skirt.
“Not Luias!”
Even while being treated like trash and strongly thrown away, he rolled and rolled, grasping it several times.
“Let go, you monster! This child is my only son!”
How could she call her own son a monster?
Even if it was a piece placed to instill trauma in the male protagonist, it’s too cruel.
I was crying before I knew it.
As if crying in place of young Kaisis who couldn’t cry properly.
Finally, I saw Kaisis, who had snatched his young brother from the Empress’s arms in a desperate rescue, tumbling backward.
The small cheek of Luias, who had fainted while crying loudly, was also tinged red.
‘After experiencing that, he developed muteness.’
Eventually, the blackening Gate swallowed the Empress.
Ah.
In the silence, Kaisis screamed a silent scream.
So that’s how she died.
No matter how excellent a magician she was, the Empress would have died just like that.
Even now, when magicians’ research is in full swing, magicians still can’t properly breathe inside Gates.
More precisely, they haven’t yet tested the results of their research.
So at that time, the Empress would have died right after a few minutes.
“Ah. Aah.”
His small and delicate shoulders were pitiful.
Before I knew it, I was pounding on the wall like a crazy person.
Following Kaisis’s delicate nape, traces of power spreading could be seen. Crack. Crack.
It was a sign of going berserk.
I couldn’t tell if this was simply happening in an illusion or if it was happening in reality.
I had to save him.
My Awakened One.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The pounding continued, almost drawing blood from my fists.
“Kaisis.”
Those eyes that want to live.
“Kaisis!”
Those eyes that resemble mine.
That’s why I pressed the option to save you.
So hurry up and break this damn wall.
Finally, the desired sound was heard.
Crack─
As if deep, deep glaciers were breaking.
Crack, crack.
The glass wall that was blocking me, actually the rejection that Kaisis had put up, broke.
I ran.
I couldn’t even think about the fact that my appearance was Hillaria’s true form, or that he might remember clearly what happened here.
I just wanted to hug him.
The young Awakened One, who was about to go berserk, unable to cry properly while teetering on the edge of collapse.
“Kaisis.”
Running so fast that it was hard to breathe, I did just that.
“Got you.”
I tightly embraced the small body in my arms.
