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Guyon thoughtfully looked at Beata, who was putting the artifacts of the other Carnelianites into the safe. In a few hours, they would leave for Kridea, where they would face a desperate battle against the monster of Despair. There was a non-zero chance that someone among them would not return... Or both of them. There was no point in delaying the confession.
He closed the door tightly, drew all the curtains, and sat down next to Beata. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
— I... I have to tell you something. I've been putting it off for too long... I want you to know.
Beata frowned. She didn't interrupt him, but her gaze clearly said, "Now what? Are you going to tell me that Despair is your father?"
Guyon gathered his thoughts.
— Well... Remember how I stayed late at work in October? You even wanted to go fix the assembly line that they were making me work overtime on.
— I... I remember, — Beata replied cautiously, nodding. — And yes, forcing someone to work overtime on a weekend is inhumane. Where is Draco Mellis when he's needed!
— So... It's much more complicated, — he sighed.
— M-m-m?
— I wasn't at the hospital back then. I was at the High Prince's villa, — Guyon blurted out.
Beata narrowed her eyes.
— What were you doing there?
— I don't know how to best bring this up...
— Just say it.
— Well, you know about the apostles and all that.
— Yes. I know.
— And what the dragon king said about eating fifteen parts of Aconia and all that.
— Well? And?
— ...and, well... My ancestors were among those who devoured them, — Guyon said in one breath.
It took Beata a few seconds to process the information.
— Are you saying that you... An apostle... An apostle of what? — she finally asked very quietly and very dejectedly.
— Sloth. This curse lay so deep within me that it didn't awaken, even when I was enslaved. And I only found out about it from the High Prince... And from Aiyano.
— Aiyano again... I need to get to know her better, — Beata grumbled. — But wait... If you're one of those who are supposed to be our enemies... Why didn't they kill you? Did they save you for later? — her eyes lit up with activity. — Okay, we're leaving here. I don't care, I won't let anyone...
— Hey, hey, it's okay, — he put his hand on her shoulder, sitting her back down. — It's all in the past. After they told me this, they performed a cleansing ritual on me... It turns out it was possible. Something similar was done with Victor, I think I mentioned it. And they did it with me too... So it's all in the past. I'm a normal person now. Everything is fine.
— Everything is fine... — Beata repeated meaninglessly, processing the information. She sat on the floor, staring into space. Guyon was already afraid that his beloved had finally lost her mind, but he also froze, doing nothing.
A few agonizing seconds later, Beata threw herself into Guyon's arms.
— Everything is fine, — she breathed into his ear. — Guyon, you... Sometimes I want to kill you just out of pity, I swear. Why didn't you tell me sooner?
— We were all busy, rushing around, working, helping to build the new Carnelia... You haven't recovered from my previous confession yet... I didn't want to give you a reason to worry.
— Idiot, — Beata concluded, squeezing him even tighter. — I could have been there for you... At least supported you morally.
— I didn't have time to tell you, — Guyon said weakly, hugging her back, — I was just dragged to the villa, they removed that stupid stone, patched me up a bit, and that was it.
Beata's eye twitched.
— Patched you up?
— Well... Yes... It was quite painful... But the High Prince had good doctors, they saved me!
From Beata's eyes, Guyon realized that he had said too much.
— Um, I mean...
She didn't let him finish, hugging him so tightly that he couldn't breathe, and his ribs clearly cracked.
— Idiot, — she hissed, pressing her chin to his shoulder, — I almost lost you again, and you're talking about it so calmly! Idiot!
— Is everything really okay? — he mumbled weakly, carefully trying not to suffocate.
— But I only found out about this now! — Beata's voice trembled. Guyon felt the clothes on his shoulder get wet.
— Hey. I'm here. I'm with you. Everything is okay, — he whispered, hugging his beloved tightly.
A minute later, Beata asked, still sniffling:
— Does anyone else know?
— No. You're the first person I told.
— Good. It's not something to blab about.
— But it... It might be important?
— We'll tell them when it's important. And right now... It's definitely not the kind of information we need in light of our mission.
— You're probably right, — Guyon shrugged. — Okay, let's go, we need to get ready, — he sighed, detaching himself from Beata and getting up.
— They called the wrong person the apostle of sloth... — Beata sighed to herself.
He closed the door tightly, drew all the curtains, and sat down next to Beata. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
— I... I have to tell you something. I've been putting it off for too long... I want you to know.
Beata frowned. She didn't interrupt him, but her gaze clearly said, "Now what? Are you going to tell me that Despair is your father?"
Guyon gathered his thoughts.
— Well... Remember how I stayed late at work in October? You even wanted to go fix the assembly line that they were making me work overtime on.
— I... I remember, — Beata replied cautiously, nodding. — And yes, forcing someone to work overtime on a weekend is inhumane. Where is Draco Mellis when he's needed!
— So... It's much more complicated, — he sighed.
— M-m-m?
— I wasn't at the hospital back then. I was at the High Prince's villa, — Guyon blurted out.
Beata narrowed her eyes.
— What were you doing there?
— I don't know how to best bring this up...
— Just say it.
— Well, you know about the apostles and all that.
— Yes. I know.
— And what the dragon king said about eating fifteen parts of Aconia and all that.
— Well? And?
— ...and, well... My ancestors were among those who devoured them, — Guyon said in one breath.
It took Beata a few seconds to process the information.
— Are you saying that you... An apostle... An apostle of what? — she finally asked very quietly and very dejectedly.
— Sloth. This curse lay so deep within me that it didn't awaken, even when I was enslaved. And I only found out about it from the High Prince... And from Aiyano.
— Aiyano again... I need to get to know her better, — Beata grumbled. — But wait... If you're one of those who are supposed to be our enemies... Why didn't they kill you? Did they save you for later? — her eyes lit up with activity. — Okay, we're leaving here. I don't care, I won't let anyone...
— Hey, hey, it's okay, — he put his hand on her shoulder, sitting her back down. — It's all in the past. After they told me this, they performed a cleansing ritual on me... It turns out it was possible. Something similar was done with Victor, I think I mentioned it. And they did it with me too... So it's all in the past. I'm a normal person now. Everything is fine.
— Everything is fine... — Beata repeated meaninglessly, processing the information. She sat on the floor, staring into space. Guyon was already afraid that his beloved had finally lost her mind, but he also froze, doing nothing.
A few agonizing seconds later, Beata threw herself into Guyon's arms.
— Everything is fine, — she breathed into his ear. — Guyon, you... Sometimes I want to kill you just out of pity, I swear. Why didn't you tell me sooner?
— We were all busy, rushing around, working, helping to build the new Carnelia... You haven't recovered from my previous confession yet... I didn't want to give you a reason to worry.
— Idiot, — Beata concluded, squeezing him even tighter. — I could have been there for you... At least supported you morally.
— I didn't have time to tell you, — Guyon said weakly, hugging her back, — I was just dragged to the villa, they removed that stupid stone, patched me up a bit, and that was it.
Beata's eye twitched.
— Patched you up?
— Well... Yes... It was quite painful... But the High Prince had good doctors, they saved me!
From Beata's eyes, Guyon realized that he had said too much.
— Um, I mean...
She didn't let him finish, hugging him so tightly that he couldn't breathe, and his ribs clearly cracked.
— Idiot, — she hissed, pressing her chin to his shoulder, — I almost lost you again, and you're talking about it so calmly! Idiot!
— Is everything really okay? — he mumbled weakly, carefully trying not to suffocate.
— But I only found out about this now! — Beata's voice trembled. Guyon felt the clothes on his shoulder get wet.
— Hey. I'm here. I'm with you. Everything is okay, — he whispered, hugging his beloved tightly.
A minute later, Beata asked, still sniffling:
— Does anyone else know?
— No. You're the first person I told.
— Good. It's not something to blab about.
— But it... It might be important?
— We'll tell them when it's important. And right now... It's definitely not the kind of information we need in light of our mission.
— You're probably right, — Guyon shrugged. — Okay, let's go, we need to get ready, — he sighed, detaching himself from Beata and getting up.
— They called the wrong person the apostle of sloth... — Beata sighed to herself.
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