I Will Disappear, Grand Duke | LK Adaptation

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Grand Duke Caesar. The man who was Lalisa's husband.

It was a really random and unlikely idea. But at this moment, Jimin thought that that man might have been here... He was caught up in such a vain intuition.

Was this intuition? Or was it a revelation?

Either way, if this lie-like premonition was correct, the missing people might be safe.

"Priest, what are you going to do now?"

Looking at the silent Jimin, the paladin asked carefully.

Jimin pushed the despair that filled his heart to a corner for a moment.

And he turned his head with a barely calm face.

"I am going to the Formene Empire. There is something I need to check there."

For now, he had to focus on that possibility. At the slightest possibility that the Grand Duke might have taken Lalisa safely.

Even if it was an absurd assumption, he had to hold onto the string of hope.

Otherwise, he couldn't stand this situation.

***

And at the same time, Lalisa was sitting in front of her window, looking into space.

It has been two months since she came here.

The eyelids, which had no strength, soon fell slowly.

She tried her best to recall her own absent memories so far, but she still hadn't figured out anything.

On the contrary, her head felt like it was going to break. As if in her subconscious, she herself denied her memory.

The point where her memory was cut off was probably just before she met Jungkook.

However, Jungkook didn't say anything about that time.

It was as if he didn't care what she thought.

Lalisa suddenly spread her palms. A slight scar remained in the center.

It seemed like it was caused by a sharp edge, but she couldn't remember when this also happened.

While looking down at her hand for a while, she felt her head throbbing again.

".... Ah."

She lowered her head as she was, and took a small breath.

She kept getting headaches like this over and over again, and she couldn't keep up with her thoughts for a long time.

Her hand on her window sill was trembling.

She stumbled her way to the bed and laid her exhausted body down.

'It's hurt... '

She had headaches like this before. But after coming here, the same pain seemed to come more painfully.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The sound of shallow breathing echoed through the bedroom. After moaning like that for a while, she suddenly lost her mind.

Then again, faintly, someone touched her forehead. The hand, which was neither hot nor cold, with moderate warmth, stayed on her for a long time.

Her head was still confused, but Lalisa left the hand to stay as it was. Then the back of the firm hand gently pressed against her cheek.

It was a delicate touch that seemed to measure heat. As she gently lifted her hazy eyelids, a figure of someone entered her vision.

"... Jimin?"