502. The Curse Of Sylvester Maximilian

"Then…I wouldn't have died." 

What she said made no sense. "What do you mean? Are you sick?" 

She smiled softly as the sun slowly hid beneath the horizon and darkness started to take over. "I would have preferred if it was a disease, Jack. But, I'm already dead…a walking corpse with limited time." 

Sylvester touched her shoulder, "But I sense your beating heart, Princess." 

"I'm no undead, Jack. What am I, even if I don't know... But, I know that once this Empire finally breaks apart, this heart will also cease to beat, freeing me from this prison of my body." Fernis replied rather emotionally. She looked at his face and chuckled. "You don't believe me?" 

"It's hard to believe you. You've lived normally, you've eaten normally, and…you feel things normally. You can be anything but dying, Princess. Why do you even desire the destruction of Masan? It's your homeland." Sylvester directly confronted her since nothing she was saying made any sense.