I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 154: 18100428 (1)
The medical ward, once shrouded in darkness,
Now shimmered with scattered remnants of shattered shadows—
A flash of radiance had burned away the night.
For a brief moment, it resembled a sky untouched by clouds.
Starlight was always this beautiful.
Above, the ceiling had transformed into a boundless white cosmos.
In this newly reborn world, the primordial essence of creation breathed once more.
A scene like a painting, if only for a fleeting instant.
And then, time moved forward.
"......"
The emperor opened his eyes.
His consciousness, severed during treatment, had returned.
Valcaros groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead before slowly sitting up in bed.
Only after a moment did he realize—he had lost track of time.
How long had he been unconscious?
"Ugh..."
"Your Majesty."
As he regained his breath,
A voice from beside him spoke.
"You’ve awakened."
Yuda Snakeus.
He was still in the medical ward.
The other children, too, remained in place, suggesting that not much time had passed.
At most, thirty minutes?
It was a strange feeling.
To his senses, it felt as if he had been asleep for nearly ten years.
An inexplicable stiffness lingered in his body, and he tried to shake it off.
His gaze wandered.
"Was the treatment successful? What of the Second Princess?"
First, he needed to assess the situation.
Shaking off his dazed vision, he wiped a hand over his face and lifted his head.
And then—
A chill crawled down his spine.
His shoulders stiffened involuntarily.
"......?"
His body felt... light.
Or more precisely, waking up had not been painful.
The splitting headaches that usually struck him upon regaining consciousness—
Were completely absent.
At first, he thought it was simply a temporary numbness from just waking up.
But as his mind grew clearer, the absence of pain only became more pronounced.
The realization unsettled him.
"Why?"
Had this ever happened before?
Ten years ago—
Ever since he had taken the disease from Rose,
Not a single day had passed without pain.
The curse had been an unbreakable shackle.
For Valcaros, suffering had been both proof of his choice and a mark of his burden.
If it had vanished...
"...No way."
He murmured, barely above a whisper.
His expression blanked as he turned to the boy beside him.
Yuda met his gaze with a triumphant smile.
Had he already deciphered the question in Valcaros's eyes?
The boy spoke with a casual certainty, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"Your Majesty, your suspicions are correct."
"......"
"The treatment was a success."
What?
Even asking the question felt meaningless.
The foreign sensation coursing through his body already confirmed the truth.
For the first time in nearly a decade—his body felt whole.
No more feeling as if his veins were being torn apart with every movement.
No more haze in his mind from excessive pain-numbing spells.
No more muscles twisting in agony, no more skull-splitting migraines, no more whispers of hallucinations echoing in his ears.
No more fists clenched in silent suffering.
Nothing.
"Ah..."
For a long moment, Valcaros simply sat there, stunned.
And then, as if something suddenly occurred to him,
His gaze shifted to the opposite bed.
At the end of his line of sight—
Sat a girl with red hair.
She had regained consciousness before him.
"It’s really over..."
"Hicc... I’m just... so happy you’re better, Your Highness..."
"Both of you, stop crying. I’m fine now."
"But Elize is crying too."
"This is just... Ugh, it’s because Sister and Tanya suddenly clung to me!"
Elize.
Charlotte and Tanya sat close beside her.
Had they already gone through an entire storm of tears?
The three girls clung to each other, their eyes swollen redder than autumn leaves.
And from that scene, only one conclusion could be drawn.
"The end."
A full stop had been placed.
Even in a winter that seemed eternal—
Spring had come at last.
The world, once drowning in curses,
Had already been broken free.
Still dazed, Valcaros muttered to himself.
"Something I had long since deemed impossible..."
He had entrusted the boy with treatment,
But as the emperor, he had never truly expected success.
There was a reason why an ordinary disease had been labeled as "a god’s curse."
For ten years, he had sought an answer,
And in the end, all he had ever received was the cold response that no cure existed.
So, he had abandoned hope.
And yet—
"The flow of my mana..."
The man circulated his mana throughout his body, over and over.
Just hours ago, his pathways had been completely blocked.
Normally, such an attempt would have been accompanied by searing pain—
Like being slashed, torn apart, twisted from the inside.
But now, only a smooth, uninterrupted flow remained.
Mana spread evenly through every corner of his body, clearing his mind and filling him with renewed vitality.
There was no discomfort, no resistance—only the undeniable sensation of perfect health.
Valcaros could not bring himself to speak.
A miracle.
Yes.
The man was witnessing a miracle.
Every principle he had come to accept was being shattered.
The boy’s deception had denied the very fabric of reality itself.
But the miracle did not stop there.
"Remember, Valcaros."
Suddenly—
A voice brushed past his ears.
A woman’s voice.
The emperor's breath caught in his throat.
"No matter what, I will always be by your side."
His heart clenched.
It felt as though a sharp needle had pierced straight through his lungs.
Unfamiliar.
It was different from the pain of the curse.
Cruder, deeper—
Something raw, something purely emotional.
The unfamiliar sensation left him frozen in place.
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"I was happy because I loved you."
The empress.
The voice of the empress he had long forgotten.
A deep wave of emotion surged through his chest.
"Why?"
Something was wrong.
His once-clear vision blurred.
A dull sting burned at the edges of his eyes,
And soon, the world distorted in the reflection of welling droplets.
Soft ripples spread, breaking apart into translucent fragments.
Drip. Drip.
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Raindrops struck his cheeks.
They welled, overflowed, and fell again—
Leaving behind trails as hot as fresh burn marks.
Scattered letters dissolved into nothing.
His heart swayed violently, as if it might spill over at any moment.
Dizziness gripped him.
Thump. Thump.
A rough, pounding heartbeat.
A living heartbeat.
His throat clenched, dry and tight,
Like dough sticking to the back of his tongue.
Even as he inhaled, it felt as though he could not breathe.
A snowstorm's cruel touch.
"Valcaros."
It hurt.
Valcaros's eyes hurt.
And so, in his world—
The rain continued to fall.
His vision refused to clear.
Thud.
His heart sank.
No—was it really his heart?
Perhaps it was something else entirely.
But to Valcaros, that detail no longer mattered.
His leaf-colored eyes trembled.
"......"
His gaze remained fixed on the princesses.
On platinum and crimson strands.
"Even if I’m gone... Please take care of the children."
The ache in his chest deepened.
The silhouette in his vision only grew sharper,
And with it, so did the weight of something shapeless—something unbearable.
Yet, Valcaros could not look away.
"They’ve grown so much."
The children before him were safe.
When had they grown so tall?
When had they become such dignified young women?
Why did that thought cling to him so fiercely?
It was the answer to the pain that had been pressing down on him all this time.
"This is—"
His heart felt as though it had been pierced by fire.
His vision wavered like an endless tide.
Raindrops welled in his glassy pupils,
Each ripple reflecting the white crest of a distant spring.
For once—
His clenched fists were not from pain.
Yet even so, the overwhelming sensation threatened to spill over.
Valcaros knew the name of this pain.
The pages of his past flickered before his eyes,
Turning in rapid succession like a book caught in the wind.
His aged lips shaped a word—
A word he had not spoken for a long time.
A word he had forgotten.
"...Love."
Yes.
It was love.
Among the endless graves of written words,
A single buried fragment lifted its head.
Something he had believed to be lost forever—
Had still been there, inside his heart.
"How do you feel?"
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
The boy stood there, watching him with a faint smile.
"To feel again after so long?"
"......"
The emperor could not answer.
His mouth opened and closed,
But no words came.
His thoughts had not yet settled into coherence.
The delicate letters forming on his tongue were too fragile—
Every time he tried to grasp them, they crumbled apart like fine sand.
Spring rain continued to fall within his blurred vision.
Winter and spring, intertwining.
The petals of full bloom hesitated for only a moment—
Then, from behind,
The boy gently pushed him forward.
An informal, unceremonious nudge.
Fwump.
"Go on."
"Isn’t this the moment you longed for?"
And so, caught off guard—
Valcaros took a step forward.
