Chapter 72: Bianca del Castana IX (part 1)

So, he addressed all the women present. “No more quarrels; I will not allow it.” 

If he were to reveal his will toward another, he would have to conquer himself first. With unwavering eyes that refused to break or compromise, he appealed to everyone present.

At first glance, his actions seemed foolish. 

Everyone in the room, including Cain, was well aware. Of all the people in this situation, he was the weakest.  

How ridiculous was this? 

Justice not backed by strength was nothing more than an empty echo. The opinions of the weak were mere noise to the strong. No matter how firm his convictions, if the two women chose to ignore him and took a single step forward, all his efforts would be in vain.  

Yet, Aria and Bianca couldn’t act that way. 

Their reactions betrayed a mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration for his foolish determination. I 

Cain couldn’t help but smile bitterly at his behavior, soon realizing he couldn’t impose his will while disregarding his beliefs.  

His resolve was, after all, the reason why the two women had fallen in love with him.  

“…..”  

A heavy silence descended upon the room. Only the crackling of fireworks and the faint whisper of the wind around them marked the passage of time.  

Among the three, Aria was the first to break the silence.  

“…I understand. If that’s Young Lord Cain’s decision, I’ll follow it.”  

Despite the fierce hatred still burning in her eyes toward Bianca, Aria closed her eyes and nodded obediently to Cain’s words.  

It wasn’t because Aria had forgiven Bianca. She still harbored deep resentment toward Bianca del Castana for deceiving Cain, and her anger remained unresolved. But to Aria, Cain’s wishes were absolute.  

To Aria, her Young Lord occupied a position so significant that she would never act against his desires. This was the first principle and iron rule Aria had engraved into her heart.  

“…Yes, thank you for respecting my wishes, Aria,” Cain said softly, reaching out to smooth her tousled hair. The fierce battle earlier had left her hair disheveled.  

“I saw the magic you used on the way there. Truly, you’ve grown much stronger, Aria. Your strength now surpasses what it was when we last met.”  

Although she hadn’t studied magic for long, Aria’s skills had developed to the point where she could compete with Bianca del Castana. Cain had never expected such rapid growth.  

The aftermath of Aria and Bianca’s confrontation had been devastating, intense enough to crush someone like Cain without the resilience granted by his mastery of Flowing Star. Without it, he might have truly perished.  

“…..”  

Aria simply smiled at his praise, offering no verbal response. 

Yet, Cain couldn’t shake the sense of déjà vu.  

Though the person standing before him was unmistakably Aria, she seemed different—more mature, slightly taller, and her tone carrying a newfound depth.  

‘…Is this what growth feels like?’  

Cain dismissed the thought, focusing instead on the relief of having persuaded one of the two women to cease hostilities.  

“…Now, Bianca, may I hear your answer?” Cain turned his gaze to Bianca, who had been silently lowering her head.  

“…Cain,” Bianca murmured, her sad eyes meeting his before her lips tightened as if suppressing her words.  

“…I understand. You’ve always been this way. Someone who carries the sorrow of others more deeply than his own happiness, someone who prioritizes the despair of others above his joy. Whether in the past, present, or future, you are truly a beautiful person.”  

Bianca’s words were sincere, her admiration for Cain evident. Yet, her gaze seemed to focus not on him but on a projection of something—someone—else.  

“Yes, Cain. I shall do as you wish. Whatever brings you happiness will bring me joy as well. That is how deeply I love you.”  

Her declaration was honest, a testament to the depth of her feelings. But then, her voice hardened.  

“But I cannot honor your request not to harm her.”  

Determination gleamed in Bianca’s eyes as she continued.  

“…Cain, you know it as well as I do. Arya, your maid— the Witch of Winter—is destined to bring disaster to this world.”  

She spoke of a future catastrophe, one echoing a tragedy of the past.  

“An endless winter once descended upon the continent, claiming countless lives through cold and starvation. It was a time of great sorrow and death.”  

Bianca’s voice wavered as she recounted the grim memories.  

“At first, I was indifferent. This world meant little to me. But you taught me differently.”  

Her voice softened, nostalgia lacing her tone.  

She recalled a childhood memory vividly, a boy extending his hand to a girl abandoned by the world.  

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