ILLYML – 45.1

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Mikhail looked at the paperwork in front of him and clinched the quill, as if he was about to break it.

It was the same content as last time.

No, the contents of the documents have never been changed at all.

Damn it

‘Where the hell did these guys go?’

When he woke up, Charon and Maxion were gone.

Leaving a note telling him not to look for them.

Something was strange. At first, he thought it was a simple rebellious runaway.

Even now, there were no other clues, so his initial inference was the most likely.

But… .

It was too clean. Why are there no traces— nor evidence?

He searched for over a week; there should have been at least one clue.

But there were no indications of their plans, he was very uncomfortable.

It’s better to simply think of them as free spirited runaways… … … .

He sighed as he shook his head in frustration.

Caw! Caw!

Suddenly a strange crow cried and knocked on the window with its beak as if it was telling him to open it.

Peck! Peck!

It was a test subject he had made.

It was deemed an initial failure, but later became unexpectedly useful, so Mikhail ended up not disposing of it.

When Mikhail opened the window, the experiment came impatiently, and circled the room in haste.

Caw! Caw!

The crying was so loud that Mikhail covered his ears with both hands.

“Shut up before I throw you away.”

“No! Mikhail! Handsome idiot! Hate!”

At first, he wondered where his damn test subject had learned these words.

And he soon realized.

Those two runaway bastards had probably captured his experiment and taught it strange words.

The more he thought about it the more he couldn’t help but think it was those two troublesome punks.

“Charon and Maxion. Did you find them?”

“No! I do not know! I do not know! Caw! Caw!”

Again, the test subject howled.

Then why did you come? Should I just get rid of it right now?

Mikhail glared at his test subject with irritated eyes, and his aura grew ferocious.

“Master! Instead—this! Look! Caw!”


His experiment spit out something from his mouth.

Fortunately the contents were clean.

The interior of the test object was empty, so the space inside was empty.

So sometimes he used this creature as a portable space box.

Mikhail picked up what his magic crow spit out.


A bloody handkerchief.

The handkerchief was familiar. Because it was something Maxion loved.

For Maxion’s birthday, Serina had embroidered it herself.

It was sloppy work, but Maxion cherished it because it was made by Serina herself.

Seeing the handkerchief with the stitches sticking out of it, Mikhail had made fun of Serina, asking if this was all her skill amounted to.

“Why is this… … .”

There was no way that Maxion would abandon his dearest possession.

Unlike the youngest, Charon, who was notorious for being distracted and disorganized, Maxion was neat and managed things thoroughly.

Plus….. it was still covered in blood.

Is it Maxion’s blood? Or… … … .

He ran straight to his lab.

Numerous instruments were placed on the laboratory desk.

Mikhail rummaged through them and found something.


On the way, a beaker fell and broke, but Mikhail didn’t care.

I found it!

He picked up a crumpled and faded piece of paper.

In the past, there was a time when Maxion’s blood was tested. And at that time he had noted his blood information and type.

Mikhail looked at the handkerchief in his hand.

From now on, I will try to find out if this is Maxion’s blood or not.

After that… .

* * *

What are Charon and Maxion doing right now?

Even when I think of other things, my two younger brothers come to mind.

The two younger brothers who were wandering around my head were really idiots.

I hope you are eating regularly.

According to the letter, they did not leave with a penny. So I was more worried.

Looking at the lake illuminating my face, I leaned over and dipped my hand into the lake and washed my face.

“Are you okay?”

he asked, while rowing. The current was swayed by the oars.

How many questions do you have?

“I’m fine.”

When I had first suggested we go out, he hadn’t answered right away.

He feared that a wound on my shoulder would open and jeopardize my life.

When I asked again, he finally nodded after hesitating for a long time.

“Why did you suddenly ask to go boating, Serina?”

In the past, I rode a boat with him amidst the flying lanterns, so I hurriedly rented a ferry.

At that time, there were a lot of couples vying for boats, so they had quickly sold out.

I had suddenly gone up to the owner of the ferries and asked to borrow his own personal boat, which he had thought was ridiculous.

When I think about it, it wasn’t all of a sudden.

“There’s no particular reason. I suddenly wanted to go on a boat ride.”

I couldn’t help but feel this might be the last time but those thoughts couldn’t come out of my mouth.

Even if his feelings for me were lies, mine were sincere.

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