Lilian of Turin

As a child, Damian often caused accidents because he couldn’t control his overflowing magical power.

The average child cries when the toy they want is out of reach. However, Damian’s magical powers ‘transformed’ Damian’s arms to help him reach his toys.

When a young baby, whose teeth were about to sprout, cried because he couldn’t help but feel his arms deforming into strange shapes, the nanny who ran at his cries was startled.

Countless lives had to die to stop the rumors. Damian grew up as a monster in the shadow of the imperial palace.

After a year or two, the frequency of accidents decreased as self-discipline developed, but even now, similar accidents often occur when mental problems or loss of self-control occur.

The great magic of ancient times disappeared long ago. The only thing left in the world now was the means to make life convenient.

There was no solution to Damian’s symptoms.

Fortunately, he had one item to help.

A knot that had been hanging from his sword for some time. If he held that knot, the raging mana would subside a little calmly.

That moment was also the only moment Damian could get away from the pain.

For him, the ancient weapon used by the Emperor, “Zagreb”, which penetrates into the target’s mind, was fatal.

If he lost control of his temper, the huge vortex of mana released from his body could have wiped the entire Cantacun off the map.

In Damian’s experience, there was nothing like physical pain to come to his senses in such a situation.

If he harm himself, he’d stay sane. It was something he was used to, but this time, it was quite large… Damian did the calculations indifferently.

‘Maybe he had to pluck out one eye to be able to control it?’

But it was no longer necessary.

Damian looked at his hands. The burning pain that had plagued him all his life was gone as if washed away with water.

‘Earlier.’

It was right after he held Lilian’s hand in a dreamless state.

It wasn’t just the pain that went away. The waves of magical power that ran rampant in the midst of being trampled by the magic weapon Zagreb had also become unprecedently calm.

Had he ever felt so in control? Never.

‘So maybe the source of that knot is…’

It was then.

“Your Highness, how are you?”

Lilian awakened him who was lost in his thoughts.

Damian stared at Lilian’s clear blue eyes for a moment.

It wasn’t colorful, but it was deep blue.

“Fine. It didn’t hurt that much in the first place. By the way…”

“Yes?”

Damian smiled softly. And he lowered his voice to sound soft.

“Lady Lilian allowed it. If so, I have something I’d like to offer you.”

“Please speak.”

Despite answering calmly, Lilian was uneasy.

‘Do I have to tell how I knew His Highness was being held captive?’

However, Damian’s proposal was far beyond Lilian’s ominous imagination.

“This may be a bit premature, but I hope there’s a way I can repay you.”

“Pardon?”

“Didn’t you save me? Of course I have to pay you back.”

“Are you…talking about repayment?”

For a moment, Lilian was embarrassed. ‘It was just a coincidence, so there’s no need to apologize too much.’ The words of polite refusal rose to her throat…

Coincidentally, as soon as she thought that, something immediately came to mind.

Can I tell him?’

It was suggested by the other side first, and it’s true that she helped him, so it wouldn’t be strange to receive a reward.

‘But why does it feel so dangerous?’

The strange feeling of stepping on a snare set by a water snake.

Unaware that this feeling was the final warning from her survival instinct, Lilian hesitated. Damian wouldn’t miss that hesitation.

The purple eyes narrowed slightly.

“A chance to repay you…can you give it to me?”

It was such a friendly voice that it made her blush just by hearing it.

After hesitating, Lilian nodded her head.

Damian asked, suppressing the smile about to rise.

“Then what can I do for you?”

“Thank you, Your Highness. If so, maybe…”

The words that came out of Lilian’s mouth soon after hesitating were a little unexpected for Damian.

“…could you please destroy this magic tunnel?”

***

In Lilian’s memory, Islar was constantly threatened and suspected.

The magic tunnel connected to the Catacun Islands where the imperial army was stationed, was a legacy of the Magic Era that could not be destroyed by ordinary human power.

Naturally, Turin and Islar had no choice but to be exposed to the invasion of the imperial family.

And sometimes, unjustly, they were stigmatized for being in liaison with the Imperial family.

Lilian calmly judged.

‘It’s better not to have it.’

It wasn’t just her who thought that. Everyone in Turin, including Cedric, regarded the existence of this tunnel with horror.

‘Besides, it would be the correct answer to say this to avoid any doubt.’

Her request to destroy the magic tunnel was a request that she should never have been able to do if Lilian was liasing with the imperial family.

“This magic tunnel?”

Lilian nodded her head at Damian, who muttered unexpectedly.

“As Your Highness knows, Turin and Islar cannot unite with the current imperial family. So this passage will always become a knife that threatens our leashes.”

There was no more hesitation on her face as she spoke calmly.

It must have been something she had been thinking about for a long time, Damian guessed.

And, of course, as expected by Lilian, even the slightest doubt disappeared.

‘Is it intentional?’

His deceased grandfather, the Great Feudal Lord Hemenlinna, never failed to praise the young lady whenever she met him.

[How could a human butcher like you be gift such a blessing to catch that child?]

To be honest, Damian never had the slightest interest in the fiancee his grandfather admired so much.

He wasn’t being malicious. He just didn’t care about the marriage or his wife in the first place.

…he felt like he had wasted his time.

Damian stared into Lilian’s blue eyes to the point of being a little rude, then suddenly asked.

“Why doesn’t the Elector of Turin do it himself?”

Cedric was Tier High with 7 tera. He had the highest amount of magical power a knight could have.

People called him a genius. He was admired.

However, his younger sister, Lilian, just shook her head.

Where did the word genius mean omnipotence?

“My brother cannot destroy the magic tunnel.”

“Can I do what a typical knight cannot do?”

Damian asked with his beautiful jewel-like purple eyes shining, but Lilian was not seduced.

“I don’t know.”

“…”

“It’s just that I don’t have anything else to ask of you.”

Lilian smiled lightly and continued.

“So, if Your Highness can do it, please listen, if not, just refuse.”

He can.

Lilian’s words were blunt. Like Damian, she showed no sign of testing anyone.

Damian felt his blood slowly start to boil with that sense of compassion.

It caught fire.

Lily didn’t know him, just as he didn’t know Lilian.

Lilian had no idea what kind of monster Damian was.

From the depths of his heart, a desire welled up to fulfill the wishes of that ignorant girl. He wanted to make it clear what kind of person she was asking and what he could do for Lily.

Would she be happy if he did that?

Would she blush and thank him with that clean and simple face?

‘Whoa…’

His blood was boiling so much that he felt that if he made a mistake, a vein would swell in his temple. Damian was a little embarrassed because his blood had been boiling for the first time in a while.

In any case, there was no way Lily could know the ferocious inner thoughts that had began to rise up. She just asked again with a quiet expression.

“Can you?”

“Of course…”

He can.

Say you can do it.

Damian gritted his teeth. He smiled beautifully to hide it.

“Should I try? Is this benefactor’s request?”

In the Magic Era, the magical power meter was a treasure with only three units in the Empire. Two of them belonged to the imperial family, but now there’s only one.

24 years ago, Damian, who was born with congenital hypermagic completely destroyed a measuring instrument seven days after he was born.

People who knew the post-war conditions informally called Damian this.

Tier Infinity.

A genius that everyone could accept.