Chapter 4
"…Because I think I know where Monesa is."
The Princess stared at him for a moment—
then turned away and resumed her sword practice.
Princess:
"Anything else?
If not, you may leave."
John:
"Huh? You don't believe me?
Am I really that untrustworthy?"
Princess : why you are here?
John:well im interested in practicing with you.
Princess: well then where is your sowrd?
John laugh and pull his sowrd out
There fight begins
Sowrd clashes as they talked
Princess :very good huh your father has done a great job. Your skills are really good
John:well thanks for the compliment.Also the way your Sword moving is marvelous
Sword clashes and battel is getting intense
Princess :you naver said anything about you family im a bit curiouse.what about your mother how did she died
Suddenly
One hit and Her sword flew from her hand.
Before she could react, he was already there—
too close.
Their eyes met.
Their noses almost touched.
Her eyes widened.
Heat rushed to her cheeks.
John:
"Princess…
Your eyes are beautiful.
Your voice is sweet—and calm."
He smiled faintly.
John:
"I think we shouldn't talk about this."
"…How about we take a break?"
John stepped back calmly
and walked away.
The Princess stood frozen—
left completely speechless.
Why did he feel distant…
when I asked about his family?
The Princess stared at her fallen sword.
Her reflection on the blade—
as if another thought was forming beneath the surface.
The Next Morning
Soldiers moved through the camp, preparing for the journey.
A carriage stopped at the entrance.
The door creaked open.
A mysterious man peeked through the window.
Marco approached.
The man stepped down.
Middle-aged.
Strikingly charming.
Black hair.
Red-blue eyes.
A thin scar stretched along the side of his lips.
Marco:
"So… you finally arrived."
"The Princess has been waiting for you."
Mysterious Man:
"My pleasure."
Marco smirked.
Marco:
"Haha.
So excited to die?"
Marco led him into a tent within the camp.
Inside, the Princess was speaking with several soldiers.
Marco:
"Princess—
our chosen angel has arrived."
She looked up.
Marco nodded.
Without a word, she ordered everyone else to leave.
They obeyed.
The mysterious man stepped forward and bowed.
Princess:
"Why?"
"Why are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"
Chosen Angel:
"…Is it truly a sacrifice?"
Princess:
"If you guide us to Monesa's body,
the gods' curse will kill you."
"You know that."
"So why?"
Chosen Angel:
"If it can restore humanity…"
"Why shouldn't I?"
The Princess studied him sharply.
Princess:
"You devoted your entire life to worshipping Monesa."
"You became what you are because of her."
"If you stay as you are, you could become something greater."
"So why waste your life for humanity?"
The chosen angel's voice trembled—
but his eyes did not.
Chosen Angel:
"My love died because of this curse."
"I want it erased from humanity."
"I believe that is the only thing
that can give my beloved's soul peace."
He clenched his fist.
Chosen Angel:
"That is why I worshipped Monesa."
"I thought… one day, I might awaken her."
"And maybe—
she could bring my love back."
Silence filled the tent.
Princess:
"…Then how did the curse kill her?"
Chosen Angel:
"A monster, Princess."
"A water monster."
Something felt wrong.
The Princess turned away.
Princess:
"You may leave now."
"Marco—take him to Esabell."
"Resume the journey as soon as possible."
Marco nodded.
As they turned to leave—
Princess:
"…Your name?"
The chosen angel stopped.
Chosen Angel:
"Tomasi, my Princess."
Princess:
"Tomasi…?"
Tomasi:
"Haha."
"I had a twin."
"He died at birth."
"So my mother named me Tomasi."
Princess:
"You may go now."
Marco and Tomasi bowed
and left quietly.
As Tomasi stepped out of the tent,
his eyes met John's.
John was laughing—
surrounded by soldiers, careless and relaxed.
For a brief moment,
Tomasi stopped.
Their gazes locked.
Nothing was said.
Tomasi turned away
and walked off with Marco.
Night.
Princess and Marco spar under the moonlight. Steel clashes.
Princess: Why the delay?
Marco fights
Marco: Dead soldiers.
And Tomasi was added.
She stops.
Princess: Too convenient.
Marco: He surrendered himself.
For love, he says.
Princess: Lies don't sound that pretty.
Watch him.
Marco: Understood.
The Princess stops and walk into her tent Marco steps back and nodded.
Night.
Soldiers laugh outside. Inside the tent—quiet.
Knock.
Esabell: …Come in.
John: Thank you, Miss Cute Glasses.
Esabell:Why are you here?
John: Curiosity.
About gods.
About the Chosen Angel.
She closes her book. Slowly.
Suddenly
A small monster forms behind her—flames rising.
Slash.
Ash falls.Silence.
Esabell: …Oh.
Thank you, John.
John: It was nothing.
I've faced worse.
Esabell: I grew up in the palace.
I've only seen monsters during stone hunts.
John: So… do you have any?
Esabell: Six.
Out of eight.
John: Where are they?
Esabell: Ask the Princess—
unless you want to lose your head.
John: Heh. Fair.
Has she spoken to them yet?
Esabell: Not yet.
I'm still searching for a way.
Still… six is a victory.
John: And what do you get in return?
Esabell falls silent.
Esabel: anything else or you can leave.
John: Oh—
Did I cross a line?
Esabell stays silent.
John: …Right.
Let's return to the topic.
Esabell gives a small nod.
The tent flap is torn open.
Princess: How dare you.
The air freezes.
….CHAPTER 4 ENDS….