I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 102
Yeshion rubbed his forehead.
‘Why the hell is my name even coming up here?’
Just as Yeshion sighed irritably and tried to straighten himself, an overwhelming wave of nausea and pain from the healing struck him.
It felt as though needles were stabbing his temples, but he forced himself to endure it. First, he needed to prevent those two from escalating things further.
As Yeshion approached, Edward’s unfocused eyes gazed at him pitifully.
“Ye-Yeshion… The Saintess… The Saintess slapped me. See? That wench, how dare she hit me!”
Surely Edward couldn’t be thinking Yeshion would take his side?
Yeshion’s face showed open disbelief, and perhaps noticing his hostility, Edward suddenly reached out to grab Yeshion.
“Yeshion!”
Startled, Rosaline struck away Edward’s hand as he swung wildly with the dagger.
Yeshion quickly grabbed Rosaline, pulling him away from Edward.
“You deserved to be hit.”
Part of Yeshion wanted nothing more than to let Rosaline loose to thoroughly discipline Edward right here and now. Rosaline was persistent enough to reform Edward if he set his mind to it.
However, Yeshion didn’t want Rosaline exchanging even one more word with someone as dangerously violent as Edward.
“Why…are you taking…that wench’s side in front of me?”
“She is not a ‘wench.’ She is the Saintess. Show respect to someone of such high standing within the temple.”
Edward froze as if shocked by the words. His lips parted, letting out a pathetic whimper of feigned grief.
As Yeshion turned to leave, firmly gripping Rosaline’s hand, Edward muttered softly behind them.
“You said…it was alright…”
“…?”
“You said I could do whatever I wanted!”
His voice, filled with miserable accusation, caused Yeshion to glance back briefly. Edward’s blue eyes were now brimming with tears.
“Everyone…everyone else said no, but you…only you said it was fine! Yeshion, you told me that! But why…why are even you now saying it’s not okay?!”
Staring at Edward with an utterly emotionless gaze, Yeshion slowly shook his head.
What on earth had the real ‘Yeshion’ been thinking when he said such things to Edward?
Was he sincere?
Or had he simply uttered those words, using them as a device to manipulate Edward?
Either way, those words had been perfect for isolating Edward completely. Knowing someone tolerated and excused his behavior had clearly turned him into this arrogant monster.
“It’s all…because of the temple…”
Edward clenched his teeth, grinding them bitterly. Even after the priests released him, he stood motionless, head bowed, muttering incomprehensibly to himself.
But Yeshion had no interest in listening any further. If Edward refused to reflect on himself and insisted on blaming others even after causing such a scene, he wasn’t worth reprimanding.
As Yeshion began walking away with Rosaline without looking back, Edward’s muttering reached his ears.
“The temple made you strange…”
What followed was a flood of nonsensical ramblings.
From absurd claims like “God killed my savior,” to blatant blasphemy. Edward even began openly insulting the Saintess, accusing Yeshion of siding with Rosaline over him.
Under different circumstances, these remarks might have caused a scandal, but right now, leaving the scene felt most important.
“Young Master Edward seems quite drunk. I suggest escorting him back to his room. Also, take away that dagger from him.”
Yeshion addressed the oldest-looking servant nearby. However, the servant’s troubled expression clearly indicated he wasn’t confident in his ability to control Edward.
While Yeshion was still speaking to the servant about Edward, Edward himself stood rooted in place, pondering Yeshion’s behavior.
“This…this isn’t right… Yeshion would never refuse to side with me.”
Standing there, utterly lost, Edward slowly raised his head.
A softened expression unlike his old self.
Unlike before, when he’d pleaded with Yeshion to abandon the temple and take him away, now Yeshion defended the Saintess, speaking affectionately of him. Those bright eyes, as clear as sunlight, openly rejected him and pushed him away.
All of it was completely different from the Yeshion he knew.
As Edward searched his memories, a sudden realization dawned upon him. He raised his head sharply, his blue eyes filled with madness as they fixated precisely on Yeshion.
One step. Two steps.
Edward approached Yeshion quietly, then gently rested his chin on Yeshion’s shoulder and whispered chillingly:
“You… You’re not Yeshion, are you?”
Then, a horrifying sound echoed through the air.