I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 100
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“Yeshion, your disciplinary action will be decided once we return to the temple. Let’s go.”
As Eldis tried to lead Yeshion out of the room, Adelio seized Yeshion’s other wrist.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘disciplinary action’?”
“It’s not something for an outsider to worry about.”
“I clearly said this happened because of me.”
Adelio scowled, prompting Eldis to glare back at him coldly.
“Yes, you did.”
“You’ve already decided not to treat me anymore, haven’t you? Then leave Yeshion alone.”
“Your Highness, the temple isn’t owned by the empire. You don’t have that authority.”
When Eldis snapped sharply, Adelio ground his teeth.
Feeling the tension escalate, Yeshion quietly tried to slip his wrist from Eldis’s grip—and surprisingly, Eldis let him go without resistance.
“Yeshion, over here!”
Just then, a small whisper reached him.
Rosaline stood further down the corridor behind Eldis, urgently waving him over.
Yeshion hesitated, but as Adelio and Eldis’s voices began to rise behind him, he quietly slipped away toward Rosaline.
Rosaline calmly closed the door behind them.
“…Is it really okay to leave them like that?”
“They’ll be fine. Those two fight all the time.”
“All the time?”
“Yep. This is already their third argument about the curse. Usually, the Crown Prince loses his temper and Eldis eventually gives in… But they wouldn’t actually kill each other, right?”
Rosaline smiled cheerfully despite his unsettling words.
Right, well, as far as he remembered, the original story never mentioned them killing each other. He could only hope things stayed faithful to the novel today.
Following Rosaline down the long hallway, Yeshion soon heard the lively sound of voices nearby.
The celebratory banquet planned for tonight seemed to have started a long while ago.
“By the way, Yeshion.”
As Yeshion adjusted his uniform while walking, Rosaline quietly called out to him.
“Did you really… try lifting that curse without any protective measures?”
“Oh… yes.”
At his answer, Rosaline narrowed his eyes and gave his back a firm smack—not enough to hurt, but definitely firm.
“Ow! Hey, that hurts!”
“You deserve it! Eldis was so furious—I wondered what happened. Seriously, what kind of idiot tries lifting a curse without even using protective prayers!”
“Protective prayers…?”
“Yes!”
Rosaline huffed in frustration.
Curses typically settled into the soul, meaning they could rebound and harm the priest attempting removal.
That’s why at least two priests were required for curse removal, and it couldn’t be completed all at once.
Such lengthy processes prevented priests from suffering backlash from the curse’s residual energy.
“Rebound against the priest…?”
“The curse rebounds right back at the priest. Meaning… you’d lose your mind if you recklessly tried lifting something as severe as the Crown Prince’s curse alone.”
Yeshion let out a short gasp.
Come to think of it, Eldis might have taught him this in class… but unfortunately, Yeshion couldn’t clearly recall it. Probably because he’d thought he lacked divine power, letting it slip in one ear and out the other.
‘…That’s my fault.’
Awkwardly smiling and averting his gaze, Yeshion saw Rosaline look at him with worry-filled eyes.
“…Did you apply medicine?”
“Huh?”
“Well, if you and the Crown Prince did it… I thought you’d probably need some ointment. I actually have some with me. Want it?”
Yeshion opened and closed his mouth silently. He’d desperately been trying to ignore the soreness, and now Rosaline brought it sharply back to his attention.
“…Please give it to me.”
As he muttered almost inaudibly, burying his face in his hands, Rosaline quietly asked,
“It seems you don’t really hate His Highness anymore.”
“…Does it look that way?”
Rosaline nodded without hesitation at Yeshion’s hesitant question. But he couldn’t deny it entirely.
Had his feelings remained the same as before, even if it occurred during treatment, he’d likely have been furious.
But now…
‘I didn’t hate it…’
Aside from the physical pleasure, the very fact he’d been intimate with Adelio didn’t bother him as it once might have.
“Wow, Yeshion. Your face is turning red.”
“…Huh? W-well, um—!”
Just as he placed a hand on his burning cheeks, flustered and unable to hide his embarrassment, someone urgently rushed toward them, shouting from afar.
It was a servant employed by the Duke’s family.
“Saintess! Saintess!”
Yeshion immediately shut his mouth as the servant, out of breath, urgently explained.
“There’s an emergency! Someone is seriously injured. We need your help!”
“Injured?”
“Yes! Young Master Edward has been drinking, and—!”
