I Became the Snow Woman I Made

23 – Spiral of Destiny (7)

The first pain in my life.

When I was paying the price for my mistake, a woman appeared.

She was a terribly beautiful person.

To the point where I mistook it for something other than human for a moment. She wasn’t all about her beauty.

Her words contained anticipation that pierced her lungs.

-They say that plants in a greenhouse die if they go outside.

At that, Artan sighed.

It was a very precise, simple, and straight-forward statement.

Her expression, colder than before, was as if reprimanding her. She deserved it, thought the boy.

Even if she thinks of herself, she is too pathetic of herself.

She jumped out alone with pride and self-importance, but she couldn’t achieve anything and only held back her tears.

It wasn’t until that point that she was able to calmly contemplate her actions, albeit for a moment. There were too many flaws left by her.

I finally realized that and regretted it.

She did that, but she forgot about it right after meeting the person.

As salvation approaches, the heart of repentance is clouded, and pride rears its head.

Surely the White and Blue woman would have seen right through her own folly.

-A person born in a greenhouse has one of two paths.

A clear tone like a musical instrument penetrated my ears.

Artan trembled.

A person born in a greenhouse, this is clearly an expression referring to himself. To him, the greenhouse was the imperial palace and the empire itself.

It is bigger than any greenhouse.

First road. Live a different life than weeds.

Noble, untrodden.

Until yesterday, of course, he would have thought of it as his own life. Now that her secrets were revealed, she couldn’t hold her head back confidently.

– A road where nothing can be done without a greenhouse.

The second path that was soon spit out.

Artan froze in fear from that sentence. He thought it was not his way.

No, I wanted to believe that. But he couldn’t answer the woman’s gaze, as if she was asking if that was your way.

-Which side are you on?

In the end, the woman asked if I was dissatisfied with my silence. She

She had to answer. But somehow she didn’t want to disappoint her.

She will be disappointed if she says the second way. Her own self-esteem also falls to her abyss.

Even if it was the first route, she seemed likely to be disappointed.

If you say something you’re not sure about, this mysterious woman will know right away.

A fever rose in Artan’s head. Then what should she answer to make her satisfied?

Fortunately or unfortunately, there was no need to reply.

Her gaze turned to the sound of footsteps coming out of nowhere.

So did Artan, and he widened his eyes.

“Quillière.”

Her woman’s name was bad, but the circumstances were not good. A group of people wearing dark suits.

Artan, with her exceptional talent and great senses, sensed their radiance.

Quilière didn’t feel anything bizarre, but they were different.

Sharpness inherent in extremely restrained energy. The knights never give off such an atmosphere.

Artan intuitively judged that they must be Salsu or similar dark figures.

The tension rose naturally.

“The head of household wants to see you.”

The woman, Quilière seemed acquainted with them.

However, it never seemed to be a good relationship. All the watermen stood at their angles with stiff faces, and her expression seemed to have grown colder.

It was an immediate situation, but unexpectedly, the battle did not take place right away.

I guess the reason was purely because of Quilière. Even though she was surrounded by assassins in a foreign land, she calmly committed herself.

Rather, it was the killers who were nervous.

Especially the purple-haired woman who seems to be their leader, her momentum has faltered.

A stiff face and a stiff atmosphere. A strong boundary was revealed.

It was a surprise.

The momentum of the head woman was amazing even if you look at it. The current Artan is not even an opponent.

Such a person crossed the boundary and showed a frightened attitude.

The boy looked up at Quilière with a new face. At this point, I was very curious about her identity.

Is it that strong?

When you think about it, it was a strange thing.

Who is this woman, who appeared before him in a crisis and gave her admonitions imbued with sober insight?

She seemed to know herself well.

I wanted to ask, and I had to ask.

“…For what purpose?”

However, those groups of darkness were a hindrance.

It was clear that they were black thieves who were rejected from Moro Bona society. Masses of cancer that eat away at the continent.

Nothing more than a tumor or pus dared to take his time.

The prince frowned.

She wants to have a quick conversation with the woman, but she keeps getting her attention with nonsensical things.

Gazuni’s purpose and everything Artan didn’t know, and he wasn’t even curious about them.

So she said, clutching the collar of her quilliere.

“Who are these people?”

In an instant, I felt her body stiffen.

Of course, it must have been an illusion.

She didn’t reply and stood there like her ice, befitting her appearance.

Ignoring the crown prince of the world would normally be a disrespect. However, her son Ji Artan didn’t feel bad.

That coldness seemed like a symbol of her.

Well, I’ll take special care.

While thinking such a playful thought, Artan waited.

She was really immature.

As a childhood friend once pointed out, he lacked an understanding of his position and responsibilities.

Duty and lurking danger, too.

“Just let this kid go.”

Because of that, she just tilted her head at Quilliere’s words.

Isn’t it time for her to come out? In this, he did not know what role he played.

That’s why her next words stopped her breathing.

“Then I’ll follow you.”

Those were words that severely stabbed her own private parts.

It was unexpected because he had been doing individual actions all along.

I realized it only after seeing Artan.

If he gets away from here alone, what will happen to him?

“·······.”

Two possibilities came to mind.

Either way, Sigilar will definitely want to take me with him. Fortunately, there was a high probability that she would not know that Artan was the crown prince.

I don’t mind if you let me save a little kid.

One If I escape.

Wouldn’t Artan be desirable as a target for resentment or as a bait to lure me out?

Even though he is immature right now, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary kid. His innate status comes from his way of speaking and his style.

It was only a matter of time before he could figure out his identity.

And if the truth was revealed, his safety could not be guaranteed. Because there were too many forces targeting the royal family and the crown prince.

“…Mmm.”

When I glanced at them, Artan was glaring at them with a disapproving expression.

It seems he still hasn’t grasped the situation. Even though it’s like this, it’s a scary fate to become a saint later.

I looked at the Sigilas again.

Their faces were hardened and they looked very cruel.

I couldn’t help but beg for mercy.

Perhaps it was because of the vagueness, my head was pounding.

Of course, the most precious thing is my life.

Hana Artan was the protagonist of this world with an enormous importance. Her role in the Four Seasons War II has yet to be confirmed, but that’s for sure.

If he is wrong, history will be completely twisted.

In addition, in the original work, Artan said that even though he was in trouble, he returned safely.

I couldn’t do that if I faced this many enemies. So this was purely a crisis I created.

It’s not my fault, but Artan was more unfair than me. He shouldn’t have died, and I shouldn’t have been changed.

Battle is impossible.

Escape was also impossible.

Transformation is for one person in the first place.

If you burn someone, the level of mana consumption is different. Just taking Artan up the slope for a short time consumed a formidable amount of mana.

It was impossible to run away with a chase.

Tote bag items are also useless.

Since high-grade items were not linked, there was no item strong enough to overcome this difficulty.

Then, we need to make a deal.

“Just let this kid go.”

Pretend to follow them for now and look for a chance to escape!

To do that, you must first get away from Artan.

“Then I’ll follow you.”

My doctor made it clear.

Sigilah rolled his eyes as if thinking about something, and then he nodded.

The deal is done.

I took a deep breath. It was a very tense but challenging ordeal to face.

I was going towards her, but I grabbed her by the collar again from behind.

“Wait a minute! You can win enough! Why did you make that choice for me…”

Questions and urgency emanated from Artan’s voice. I was dumbfounded.

What is this kid talking about? There is a degree to excessive self-consciousness.

I do this because I can’t win.

If you think about it a little, you will be able to figure it out.

Is it really Artan Pricus who was called Shinjae?

“Think about that much yourself.”

I coldly removed her hand and moved on.

Quilière leaving.

Artan looked at her back in dismay. Soon after, she disappeared with the rude people.

“·······.”

Artan stopped for a while.

The unmoving figure seemed to be nailed to the ground. The wind ruffled his hair and took away his body heat.

My body was already injured, but as my body temperature decreased, I felt a sharp chill.

However, it was not colder than his heart. Artan, who had been hardened as if he had been petrified, immediately screamed.

“Aagh!”

Although they have already come this far, their dignity as members of the royal family has been damaged. He got down on his knees and wrapped his head, crushing the last remaining body.

I couldn’t stand it otherwise.

I liked that I had attained enlightenment and that I could change.

The woman who gave me that realization sacrificed herself. She was purely because of herself.

“Because I was weak…”

Quilière must have been a talented person who could not be measured by the current self.

Just looking at the fear the killers showed, it was clear. Even though he had the power to win, he accepted the demands of the wicked.

By making a deal to let him go.

Only then did he realize his position.

I noticed. He himself was a hindrance in this. The stumbling block holding back Qulière. Her

Her own existence, she did not help her, but only hindered her.

She hated it for some reason.

To think he was strong at this level and making noise.

The memories of the days when he acted ugly squeezed his heart.

What is strong?

“···I am the underdog.”

It was pathetic.

Suddenly, Quilière’s voice came to life.

A flower in a greenhouse. That’s right. Being unable to do anything because the greenhouse is gone was the second way.

Maybe she saw through from the beginning.

I shouldn’t have insisted on her.

She should have realized her own powerlessness sooner and reflected.

She herself is a weed born in a greenhouse, and she has to act accordingly.

None of this would have happened if she had given up on exploring the ruins, if she had accompanied at least the Royal Guard.

She hated the help of adults, something she would never do.

“hahahaha…”

Self-help leaked out.

Negative emotions were mixed.

His ego, with high self-esteem, was going in a bad direction now that he had judged himself foolish.

What will become of Quilière?

She’s a strong woman, so she might not die. But she won’t be unscathed.

That she was hurt because of me. The rib area that I bumped into earlier was painful.

The reality I faced with my own eyes was cold.

Realizing it didn’t change anything. She just faced the truth that she was weak.

If it was going to be like this, it might have been better when I didn’t know anything…

It was the moment when her forehead, which had been hit into the ground, was painful, and her eyes were blurred.

A low-pitched voice came from somewhere.

“You really didn’t realize anything.”

Surprised Artan looked back.

There was a familiar face.

The noble sword of the royal family, the brother of childhood friend Bullyze and not affiliated with any knights let alone the Royal Guard.

It was the hero of the empire, swordsman Harold Grypheon.