IOWYC Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Kallion rubbed his face with a troubled expression.

He and Yuliana had never been married.

This was the first time in more than forty regressions that such a thing had happened.

He had always returned to the moment of Denian’s birth—so why not this time?

Or… perhaps this was for the best?

If Yuliana had never married him, she would not have given birth to Denian.

And the Imperial family would never have threatened her.

‘Yes, maybe this is God’s pity, finally helping me after seeing how desperately I tried to save her.’

But even as he thought that, Kallion still wondered how Yuliana was living without him.

‘If she is living happily, even without me, then that’s enough.’

After sending people to investigate, he learned that she had fled from the Heister family and was living a normal life.

At first, he worried—Could someone like her, who had never done hard labor, really survive such a life?

But when he secretly visited her village and saw her from afar, his worries disappeared.

She was smiling brightly, full of energy, and seemed happy.

At least, in that moment, she looked happy.

‘That’s good. As long as she can live out her days happily and die peacefully when her time comes, that is enough. In fact, this might truly be for the best.’

‘Even if you don’t know me, I still love you. No matter where you are, that won’t change.’

From afar, he prayed only for her happiness.

But then…

Kallion found himself standing blankly before a small grave at the edge of a village—one without even a proper headstone.

‘Why… why are you lying inside this tiny grave…? Why?’

And in the next life.

And the one after that.

She always died in the arms of someone else, not his.

He tried protecting her from a distance, believing she’d be safer outside his reach.

But guarding her from afar proved even harder than when she had been with him.

And strangely, with each new life, her face looked less and less happy.

Like a doll with its soul drained away.

‘Why does she look so unhappy when I wished only for her joy?’

On the 50th regression…

Lloyd de Silverstel, now head of Silverstel, held Yuliana’s funeral at the seaside cliff she had once loved.

Inside a pure white coffin—the symbol of Silverstel—Yuliana lay with her eyes closed.

Kallion stood in shock, gazing at her.

‘Why… why can’t you be happy even without me? Why do you always die so miserably?’

Lloyd, kneeling before her coffin, noticed Kallion walking toward them like a man possessed.

“Who are you?” Lloyd asked sharply, moving to protect Yuliana’s coffin.

Kallion ignored him and stepped closer.

Recognizing his face, Lloyd frowned deeply.

“The heir of Valdormer? Without notice? Do not come any closer.”

Even Lloyd himself was half-crazed with grief, but he still raised his guard.

Yet Kallion kept walking, his eyes fixed only on Yuliana.

“I’ll strike if you move any closer!” Lloyd warned, drawing his sword.

But Kallion ignored him. He reached Yuliana’s coffin and lifted her into his arms.

Lloyd’s eyes burned with fury.

“How dare you lay hands on her…!”

Snow-white blizzards of aura flared around Lloyd as rage consumed him.

But Kallion, still expressionless, carried Yuliana away, his eyes locked on her pale face.

‘I only wanted you to be happy. I thought it was enough if you could live happily, even if not with me…’

“Release her, now!” Lloyd shouted, charging.

Kallion kept walking toward the cliff, Yuliana in his arms.

“Valdormer!!”

With a cry, Lloyd’s ice-blue blade pierced straight through Kallion’s chest.

The sword burst out through his back, but Kallion neither fought back nor used his powers.

Blood welled from his mouth, but still he staggered forward.

Lloyd froze in shock as Kallion, bleeding heavily, continued on.

At last, Kallion reached the cliffside. He sank to his knees, cradling Yuliana beneath the crimson sunset.

‘If you are only going to die miserably in someone else’s arms… If you are only going to slip away where my hands cannot reach you… then next time, I’ll keep you by my side, no matter what. At least then, I can try to protect you. I’ll never again watch you die helplessly from afar.’

Kallion collapsed forward with Yuliana in his arms.

‘I love you, Yuliana…’

Lloyd rushed to them, pried Yuliana from Kallion’s arms, and held her tight.

Kallion’s face pressed into the dirt, blood spilling from his lips.

As the light faded from his eyes, he stared only at Yuliana’s body in Lloyd’s embrace.

And with his last breath, he whispered desperately:

‘I love you…’

Kallion’s eyes flew open. He gasped for breath.

All his memories had returned.

Fifty regressions—hellish and dreamlike.

Now, at last, the puzzle fit together.

The hallucinations of Yuliana acting unlike her true self.

The splitting headaches whenever he thought of her.

‘It was all a warning.’

Now that every memory had returned, his eyes gleamed with clarity.

This time, he would keep Yuliana at his side—and protect her.

No more madness. No more haze. Only resolve.

But reality pulled him back—his limbs were still bound tightly to the bed, sealed with restraints that suppressed his power.

Breaking free by force would only bring the knights running.

As he calculated, the door creaked open.

Layla entered, carrying a bowl of soup.

She froze in surprise, then brightened.

“Kallion! You’re awake!”

Kallion’s eyes shone coldly as he looked at her.

“Layla. Remove these restraints.”

She hesitated. The restraints had been placed on him by Lord Darkin’s direct order.

But that was because Kallion had been out of his mind.

Now he looked sane, collected. Surely, it would be fine…

At last, she fetched the key and unlocked the bindings.

Kallion rose, rubbing his wrists.

Layla smiled in relief.

“It’s such a blessing that you’ve recovered. Everyone was so worried—”

But her words cut off as Kallion’s hand closed around her throat.

“Khak—! Kallion…?!” she choked, staring at him in disbelief.

His eyes held no warmth.

Across fifty regressions, every scheme, every betrayal, every danger that had struck Yuliana… Layla had always been involved.

‘If Yuliana is missing this time, Layla is surely connected.’

His grip tightened as his voice dropped low and deadly:

“Speak clearly, Layla. I already know all your tricks.”

The murderous intent in his tone made her tremble in terror.

Fixing her with an unyielding glare, he asked:

“Where is Yuliana?”