I am a Duchess who has Rewound Nine Times, but my Tenth Life Seems to be a Reward Mode Translation

28. Second Go! (12)

Returning to the West Wing through Abel’s teleportation, Ally managed to change the drowsy Stila into her pajamas and carried her to the luxurious bed with a canopy.

After confirming that her Master was sleeping soundly, Ally sat on the sofa and talked to the void.

“Hey, Abel… should I tell Maximilian and the others about my previous lives’ memories?”

Perhaps due to being concerned by Ally’s serious tone, Abel appeared suddenly after a long pause.

The beautiful Demon King folded his legs on the air and opened his mouth.

“That’s a good question. But, in my opinion, you aren’t obligated to say anything in that regard. Yes, not until your past wounds have healed; not until you’ve seen that they really have changed; and not until you are comfortable enough to tell them about those memories.”

“Master, I share his opinion.”

Ally accepted Abel’s words as a smile naturally appeared on her face.

“Thank you Abel, Takkun. The words of the two of you greatly help me.”

Occasionally, when she looked at the current Maximilian and the others, she felt bad about herself—she felt as if she was stuck in the past.

However, even if she told them about the memories of her past lives, she—Alicia—was the first person to get convicted, and then executed. Thus, she didn’t know the fate of her kingdom—how was the ending to the Kingdom of Orlandia.

“I wonder if reincarnation or age regression often happened…”

“Let’s see… the demon world is connected to various words, so I don’t know the details. But, I don’t think it’s a very uncommon thing.”

“Do you think the Saint fell from another world?”

“Well, that’s a story I often hear. I don’t know if it’s due to the whims of those damn light angels, or fate, or the work of a greater force…”

Abel exaggeratedly distorted his mouth when he mentioned the angels of light.

“Ally, I favor you. If you want, I can bestow upon you the unprecedented title of ‘Saint of Darkness’. That way, you will have enough power to counter the ‘Saint of Light’, which will fall from another world.”

“I appreciate the thought, but no, thank you. As of now, my magical power allows me to use any magic on a whim—therefore, it’s already enough for me. I also feel that a dark saint would be able to destroy the world through words alone…”

“Indeed, such is possible if you become a Saint of Darkness. Because the apostles of darkness are already troublesome enough, I have never bothered to make a Saint of Darkness until now.”

Ally was hardly tired even though she used a teleportation spell—which needed enormous magical power—twice.

She didn’t know why he favored her so much—but it was probably him who covered the cost for the teleportation spell.

If the Kingdom of Orlandia will truly fall into ruin, I’d rather have those who’re important to me escape with me. But, if it’s the whole world that is going to be destroyed…

Besides that, if she truly became such an almighty thing that was the Saint of Darkness, then she would inevitably confront the Saint of Light, Mia.

She didn’t really want to get back with Maximilian, but if Mia was truly going to descend to her world—then, she would like to see what would happen—whether his and the others’ determination to confront the threat would change or not.

“Well, if you find it troublesome, then I shall refrain bringing up such a topic again. Being a saint is the same as being another entity. Let’s watch from the sidelines how the prince and the others will compete against the Saint of Light.”

Abel, whom was usually all smiles, showed a slightly malicious smile.

No, more like, he always has that devilish face…—in the first place, he’s a devil!

Ahaha.” Remembering that, Ally laughed.

“That’s right.” Abel too, laughed.

“Well… if being a saint is the same as being another entity altogether, then that would explain how Mia can continuously perform healing magic, while also conjuring fascinating magic at the same time despite having a thin frame…”

Jean, her family, her people, and Stila—there were many Ally wanted to protect.

If possible, she didn’t want the Kingdom of Orlandia to be destroyed.

Thinking so, Ally reached for the red cravat.

For the time being, she decided to do what she could do for now.


***T/N: 

“That’s a good question. But, in my opinion, you aren’t obligated to say anything in that regard. Yes, not until your past wounds have healed; not until you’ve seen that they really have changed; and not until you are comfortable enough to tell them about those memories.”

Abel! Stahp! You’re a precious demon bean, I know, but this is what someone who would inevitably being friendzoned always said!

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