I am the Saviour that the Male Leads Abandoned

ing me crazy.
What if Izaya takes revenge on me later for making Hierian cry? I didn’t know how far this situation would escalate. 

Anyway, this was Mage Tower, and the magicians were Hierian’s ardent fans.
There was no choice but for me to embrace Hierian and try to calm him down.

“Shh, be good.
It’s okay.” 

“Hmpp, I’m, I’m a bad person.” 

Yes, that’s right.
He reflected on himself very quickly.
I swallowed the inner thoughts that were floating up like bubbles and continued to comfort him by patting his back. 

“It’s okay.
If you made a mistake, you can correct it.” 

“Hmm, yeah, I’ll correct it.” 

“That’s right, that’s why stop crying.” 

“…Okay.” 

Hierian buried his face in my chest and nodded.
I continued to comfort him by patting his back. 

‘Awww, my boy.’

Still, after all the hateful things I’d heard, I didn’t hate him.
The Hierian I knew wasn’t a bad person.

‘Sometimes, the things you memorize can be helpful.’

…I shouldn’t let my heart weaken like this, but as Hierian grew more vulnerable, my heart kept softening.
I let out a deep sigh and continued to comfort him. 

As some time passed, Hierian’s breathing gradually became steady.
It seemed like he was about to fall asleep. 

‘For now, I should put him to sleep.’

I decided to postpone the questions and concerns for later. 

I carefully laid Hierian down on the bed.
Just when I thought he had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes and held onto the hem of my clothes, his sleepy gaze questioning me. 

“…Don’t go anywhere, okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, so just sleep soundly.” 

Before I could finish my sentence, Hierian closed his eyes.
Tears that had not yet been wiped away lingered at the corners of his eyes.

* * *

Adandito had been wearing a blank expression for several days.
The chief disciple, too, maintained a similar expression as he sat beside him.
Exhausted from repeating the same words hundreds of times, the chief disciple spoke with a weary voice.

“…High Priest, today is the day of the public ceremony.”

“….”

“After becoming the High Priest, everyone is waiting for you for the first ceremony.”

“….”

“High Priest!”

The chief disciple mustered all his strength and shouted.
Finally breaking his prolonged silence, Adandito spoke in a melancholic voice.

“…I am not qualified.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Rather than being a High Priest, I don’t even have the qualifications to wear the sacred garments.”

Adandito slumped his head.
With his towering height of two meters, he looked awkward hunching over.
However, his weakened spirit conveyed the message, “I can’t do anything.”

Reluctantly, the chief disciple spoke again.

“Please gather your strength.”

“I am not qualified—”

“If you are not qualified as the High Priest, can you even visit the Mausoleum again?”

“….”

“And didn’t they promise to send her back quickly?”

“…That may be true, but Hierian’s expression was concerning.”

“I thought you said he was famous for not being able to read minds.”

“This time he did.
Very clearly.”

The chief disciple, unable to comprehend what was being said, inwardly sighed.
However, Adandito still vividly remembered.
Hierian, who was pale and desperate, tried to take away Siara from him by any means necessary.
It was evident that Hierian, like himself, had hidden intentions.

But Adandito had no choice but to step back.
If he caused a disturbance in the mage tower, even if he was the High Priest, he knew he wouldn’t be able to return alive.
He wasn’t afraid of death, but he feared that his dear fiancee might be harmed.

A retreat for the sake of a greater advance.
Adandito pretended willingly to go along with Hierian’s words.

However, he didn’t know that a retreat could be so arduous.

“I won’t let things go as you please, Hierian.”

Siara was the woman entrusted to him.
In case of emergencies, he had thought that he would sacrifice even the Mausoleum and go to war.

* * *

Izaya stood in front of the bedroom, taking care of various things.
Although she was indifferent to everything else, her expression wasn’t particularly pleasant this time.
It was because she was worried about the woman inside the bedroom.

‘What could have happened to that woman?’

Hierian possessed exceptional skill in torture-related magic.
In particular, his ability to extract confessions was unmatched.
In the process, many lost their sanity.

And Hierian had said that he would personally interrogate Siara.

Izaya couldn’t feel good about the possibility that Siara might have been harmed.
The reason was unclear, but she believed it was due to Hierian’s actions.
It would be a sin to doubt his actions.

Izaya composed herself and lifted the barrier of the bedroom.
The 108-layer barrier, used for imprisoning magical prisoners, was released with a loud noise.

Thump.
Clank.
Rumble.
Thud.
Rumble.

Finally, before entering, Izaya took a deep breath.
It was to remain unaffected by whatever scene unfolded inside.

Afterward, she returned to her usual indifferent expression and entered the bedroom.
Familiar sights gradually came into view.

Walls padded with cushions to prevent self-harm, hidden surveillance stones in the ceiling, and a massive bed that concealed torture devices when lifted.

Fortunately, it seemed the torture devices hadn’t been used, as the bed was intact.
Izaya walked calmly, still wearing her indifferent expression.

She prepared herself for the dreadful sights that would be unfolded on the bed.
But the moment she lifted the canopy, her expressionless face instantly changed.

Unbelievably, Hierian was sleeping beside Siara.