After the emperor left the farm, I called Ched, the general manager, to inform him about the supply of our farm’s magical plants to the imperial palace.
“We’ll need to fine-tune the details, but let’s start by selecting items to supply and send samples first.”
“Understood, Princess.”
Along with sending the samples, I planned to enter the imperial palace myself to check the Squire family’s arcane magic book.
“Start compiling a list right away. Check if there are plants that can be cultivated into more beautiful forms.”
“Yes!”
In addition to checking the farm’s operational system and correcting any deficiencies or errors, my day was filled. Confirming magical plants for imperial palace supply, researching new plant cultivation, reviewing reports, and ensuring the safety of nearby farms, among other tasks.
When I was overwhelmed with work, Ched brought me some snacks. “Princess, please have something to eat while you work.”
“
Oh
, thank you.” I devoured the meat sandwich prepared in the staff cafeteria so quickly that I couldn’t even remember its taste as I sorted through documents.
By the time I was done, it was already evening, and the sky was turning dark. Since it was time for the staff to leave, I returned to my private lab, but there was still no sign of Ilya.
“Where could he have gone?”
Although it was strange, I assumed something had come up, and after refreshing myself, I took a shower and changed clothes.
“It’s still hot even after the sun has set.”
Even as night fell in July, the air remained warm.
It was cooler and nicer when I was with Ilya. He probably adjusted the temperature with magic.
“Then, shouldn’t I be able to do it too?”
With somewhat presumptuous thinking, I began developing a spell to lower the indoor temperature, quickly hitting a wall.
“
Hmm
, this method won’t work.”
I needed to think harder. How could I achieve significant effects with minimal mana? Even if not as cool as an air conditioner, something like a fan would suffice.
“Then, why not attach a propeller to the ceiling? Using an air circulation device to lower the temperature inside would be much simpler.”
I started sketching a ceiling fan on a piece of paper as I remembered it.
Since it’s a social season, having it installed at home would probably please guests too.
Focused on devising a spell to operate the propeller, there was a knock at the door.
Knock, knock.
Who could it be at this hour? Ilya? Or perhaps the astrologer?
“Who is it?”
Creek.
When I opened the door curiously, I saw a completely unexpected person.
“…Damian?”
The person who came to see me in the middle of the night was none other than Damian.
Ding!
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[Damian!!!! You’ve become even sexier since we haven’t seen you
ㅠㅠ
.]
Damian, whom I hadn’t seen in a while, exuded a peculiar aura. His bare face without glasses, black clothes that clung to his body, and the cold metallic decorations emitted a sharper and more precarious vibe than I remembered.
“How did you know I was here… No, where have you been all this time?”
Damian was silent for a moment before bursting out, “Madam.”
At that moment, my thoughts stopped. It felt as if even my heart had ceased beating.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The Constellations sent explosive donations, apparently quicker to grasp the situation than I was. But I was too preoccupied to pay attention.
Did Damian just call me madam? How could that be?
It felt like a dream, and I couldn’t quite regain my senses as Damian suddenly approached and embraced me. Overwhelmed with emotion and unable to control his strength, he caused me to stagger back several steps.
“I missed you, Madam.”
Damian’s voice trembled as he spoke, his face contorted as if he were about to cry. It was a longing and affectionate sensation. This was the Damian I knew. The Damian who loved me and whom I had lost.
I felt a shiver run through my body. “Damian…? Is it really you, Damian?” My voice trembled with disbelief. My vision blurred, mixing the starlight and the lights from the farm into a swirl like a painting by Van Gogh. I felt Damian’s head move above me.
“Yes, it’s me. Your foster child, Damian.”
Like me, he was crying.
Ding!
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[
Dunmian
[1]
It’s abbreviation for Dungeon Damian.
’s epic resurrection!!!!!!!!]
Ding!
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[I knew he’d come back T_T. I always believed in Damian!!]
The one I had buried in my heart was alive. He had returned to me.
Realizing this, the sorrow and fear I had been ignoring melted away. Only a sense of awe at witnessing a miracle remained.
I don’t remember if I cried out or poured out tender words, fearing this reunion might be a dream. I was completely disoriented. Without fully understanding what I was doing, I confirmed his breath, his warmth.
“I thought I was going to die missing you.”
Damian felt much the same. Clinging to me as if separation would kill him, he kissed my entire face.
“I missed you, Madam. I truly missed you madly.”
We smiled at each other through tears drenched in a completely different meaning than our last encounter in the dungeon. It was a moment when I felt grateful for everything in the world. As the accumulated pain flowed out in tears, leaving only joy in my heart, we finally looked at each other calmly.
Once my emotions settled, a question arose. “But how did your memories from the dungeon come back?”
As I spoke, another question emerged. “And… what happened to Damian here?”
It couldn’t be that he disappeared, and the dungeon’s Damian appeared, right?
Ding!
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[Right… What happens to the original Damian?
Hucly
[2]
It’s abbreviation for Human Clyde
and
Decly
[3]
It’s abbreviation for Demon Clyde.
distinguished themselves separately, but did
Dunmian and
Ormian
[4]
It’s abbreviation for Original Damian.
merge their identities?]
Damian’s expression darkened as if sensing my anxiety. He had a pouting face. “I don’t know. My memories are mixed up right now, so I’m a bit confused.”
“Mixed up memories?”
“Yes. This body belongs to that ‘Damian,’ so I guess I should say we’re the same person now.”
“So, there’s a Damian in this world?”
Like recalling past life memories in a creative work, memories coexist, synchronized?
Damian replied somewhat coldly. “Maybe. When I opened my eyes, I was being tortured. Perhaps I died, and awakening brought this body back to life.”
“What? Tortured?”
Could it be Rode Constantine’s doing?
Seeing my face turn pale, Damian sighed as if regretting his words. “It’s nothing. It wasn’t really torture.”
“What do you mean it’s nothing? When did your memories return? What have you been doing all this time?”
“Calm down, Madam. Really, it was nothing, and I’ve taken care of everything. So, it’s alright.”
Despite his assurance, Damian seemed thinner than I remembered.
“You said you were tortured! Are you hiding injuries? Stigma doesn’t forgive betrayal. They’ll chase you to kill you!”
“Is that so?” His expression darkened further when my hand brushed his abdomen. “
Um
.” A groan slipped out, confirming my suspicion of injury.
“You are hurt, aren’t you? Show me.”
I hastily lifted his clothing to find a dark bruise on his abdomen. “What is this… Is it just a bruise? No internal issues? What about the bones? How are they?”
Concerned about potential other injuries he might be hiding, I reassured him, “We have medical magical plants here, so I can at least perform first aid.”
Damian then made a faint sound of discomfort. “Madam…”
“Why? This part doesn’t have a bruise. Are you hurt here? Or is there another problem?”
As I looked up, I saw Damian’s face flushed red from the summer heat, his breathing rough. He covered his lips awkwardly with the back of his hand. “It’s ticklish…”
Ding!
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[Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!]
Ding!
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[Take responsibility! Take responsibility! Take responsibility! Take responsibility!]
“
…Ah
.” I realized the misunderstanding.
As I tried to withdraw my hand, thinking it was an inappropriate reaction, he caught it and guided it to his chest.
“It hurts here too, Madam. Please check here as well.”
“Wait a moment.”
His hand kept changing locations.
“This part is also painful… And here too.”
“You’re not hurt at all. Are you lying?!”
Ding!
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[White Lies.]
When I glared at him to stop teasing, Damian released my hand and grinned sheepishly. “Now that Madam’s hand has touched me, I feel better.”
…To utter such an absurd line.
Ding!
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[All the happiness until now was fake… This is ‘real happiness’.]
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