Epilogue – The Youth and the Maiden
Part 0
In a brand-new residential area in the royal capital, a conspicous, new
apartment building was being built. From the outside, it looked clean and
gave off a sportive feel; people would expect it to be property for the rich
and wealthy.
And on the top floor of the high-class apartment,
"Uu, uuuuuuu...... Lylee~~"
A lone girl was digging her nails into the door.
Needless to say, she was Maria Highline.
She was bandaged in some places of her body like the nape of her neck, but it
was somewhat like seeing cats and dogs being chased outside; not a single
fragment of sympathy could be felt for her.
"......What are you doing, Milady?"
Milla, carrying a wash basin with ice in it, sighed at her mistress' unladylike
appearance.
"M-Milla! Is he alright? Is Lyle alright? He didn't die, did he!?"
"......Hmm, I wouldn't know about that."
Milla's expression was mournful, and Maria was greatly troubled.
"AAH! Lyleeeeeeee! Milla! Is there nothing I can do!?"
"Well...... how about bringing the research papers that have been piled up in
Master Lyle's laboratory? If you do that, Master Lyle's mood might also―"
"Research documents! I'll go get them right away!"
No sooner then she had said that, Maria ran off like the wind.
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"......Dear me. We've finally gotten some peace."
Milla, who had tactfully chased off Maria, opened the door.
A luxurious and calming guest room. On top of the bed was,
"Ugh, urgh...... ah, a fever..... my whole body hurts too......"
A feverish groan echoed in the room gloomily.
Lyle was covered in quilts and blankets up to his neck, with ice bags placed on
his head.
With the Ingenious Engine destroyed, every engine part ceasing to function,
the gas in the envelope being released, the flying warship <Ymir> had sank
right into the deepest depths of Lake Holle.
Three days have passed since their escape from that flying warship, and now
Lyle was down with a fever.
Swimming in the lake during the start of spring was not overly unreasonable,
but if the fact that he was in a sinking warship, the prospect of being sunk
along with it might have caused some mental damage...... that was what Lyle
thought.
"Still, you could look at it as an honourable wound. You swam through Lake
Holle, carrying two ladies with you, after all."
"Ugh...... I didn't expect both Maria and Lunaria to be like stones in the
water......"
Lyle's sneezes mingled with his groans.
"Yes, you've done well."
Milla smiled as she changed Lyle's ice pack. What Lyle had done seemed to
be rather fun.
While gallantly nursing him, Milla then said to Lyle.
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"I heard about the battle from my mistress. Your verbal warfare had created
an opening rather splendidly, it seems."
"......Still, it's a rather deplorable tactic..."
The feverish Lyle said, as though he was sleep-talking.
"......Milla. Am I...... a prideful person...?"
"―Hmm, how should I put it."
Milla's eyes widened slightly, and while adjusting the blankets, she replied in
a gentle voice.
"Probably so. You possess extraordinary talent, yet you have not
accomplished anything with it―it's a waste, and various other criXcisms
come to mind as well."
"......Oh..."
"Regardless, it's fine to be thus, isn't it? Because that is something you would
do, Master Lyle. At the very least, I do not disagree with it."
Milla added, with her heartfelt feelings.
If not for that prideful kindness, Lyle would surely be unstoppable. He would
probably have become a 'machine'. In order to defeat Vilhelm, he would have
perceived all humans as mere 'numerals' and 'calculations'. Lyle did not want
that, and hence, out of his own will, he chose to live a carefree life.
Pride might have been too strong a word to describe it.
However, that included everything; Maria, Milla, Lyle loved all of them.
"Well...... I wish you would try and understand a woman's heart just a bit
more, though."
It looked like the feverish Lyle did not hear that small whisper.
"Dear me...... At any rate, we have to cure that cold of yours first."
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Said Milla, rummaging through her handbag.And from that.she took out a
glass tube, filled with a transparent fluid. She removed the cap, and poured it
into the currently feverish-and-moaning Lyle's mouth.
"Ngh...... Mgh! W-What the hell is thiiiiiiiiiiiis!"
Right after a little mouthful, Lyle rolled around on the top of the bed. His face
that was flushed red with fever, turned pale in a single instant.
"Geh! ...Ah, it tastes sweet, bitter, spicy, sour, salty, and a little fizzy..."
"It's a replenishment tonic that was passed down to me from my mother. In
the southern archipelago, they call it―the [Dead Raiser]."
"I-Indeed, it does have a taste that could even raise the dead..."
"Well, the real thing starts from now onwards."
Saying that, Milla produced a solid, bullet-shaped medicine.
"The [Dead Raiser] comes in a set of two parts."
"A-A set of two..."
"Yes. Of course, this one is a suppository."
With an innocent smile, Milla rolled up the sleeves of her maid uniform.
"Now then, Master Lyle, please keep still obediently and let me insert this
rectally."
"I-I think I'll be fine with just the first half..."
"That will not do. Your face is still ghastly pale, isn't it?"
"T-That's because of the medicine..."
"You have to know when to give it up, Master Lyle. Now―please surrender
and relax yourself."
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With a splendid smile like that of a sunflower in full bloom, Milla sidled up to
Lyle.
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Part 2
"......And with that, I'm done."
Finally done with the cleaning up of the laboratory after a few days, Lunaria
heaved a sigh of relief.
Sitting down on the sofa, she heard a clanging sound from the area around
her feet.
"......"
Lunaria took out <Dainsleif>, which had been crammed beneath the sofa.
The students of Vergenheim who had been manipulated by Vilhelm Zest, had
been already released from the magic of 'Puppetry' and returned to their
normal lives. Though they had lost the memory of their manipulation, they
readily returned to normal, probably due to how unrestrained and easy-going
they were.
The magic sword of the «Nosferatu» that was passed down in the
Nebulablut―was all but useless, now that Lunaria was the only last
remaining Nebulablut. There was even the possibility of it bringing chaos into
human society, were someone like Vilhelm happen to use it for their own
gain.
"It's fine, isn't it."
Lyle had said, while feverish and faint.
"If there was but one thing that had been accomplished in the incident this
time round, it would be that we had taken back that sword. If you had told
me to dispose of it, I'd be even more worried than you."
Just as she thought, he did not give any reasoning, like that it was for
Lunaria's sake. It was to the point of being shocking―no, to the point of
making her feel angry.
"......Father, Mother, Elder Sister...... I intend to stay by his side."
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Stroking the sheathed <Dainsleif>, Lunaria whispered quietly.
"Perhaps it was fate that led the last surviving Nebulablut to him."
Her own powerlessness was not yet cleared away. However, she thought that
she would be able to accept it.
Powerless and worthless, yet she was proud to stand as one of the
Nebulablut. She was the last of that lineage―and so, she would see it with
her very own eyes.
The «Disciple of the Last Hexe» who lived on the threshold of magic and
science―she would see his future with her own eyes.
Perhaps if she were to find the meaning in her survival, that would probably
have been the answer.
"No... that was what I decided. By myself...... Will you forgive me?"
There would be no reply―that should have been how it was,
"There's no problem with that, is there?"
A voice said.
Lunaria looked up, and found Maria standing at the door, which had been left
open.
"Lady Mar―"
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