NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 37: Clessourine Éclesse

The castle’s dining hall was spacious with high ceilings. From above, two large oil-lamp chandeliers hung on thick iron chains. In the center stood a long, narrow dining table.

A dark blue cloth was draped over the table, and plain wooden chairs were arranged around it. The lighting was dim, but just enough to make the room visible. A heavy and quiet atmosphere filled the hall.

Ravien sat right in the middle of the table. Asogi was on his right, Haldvir on his left. No one spoke, all of them silently waiting for Jiho to bring the food. Ravien tapped the table lightly with his fingertips — tik tik tik.

Jiho first placed the plates and forks, then quietly turned and went back to fetch the food.

Ravien tilted his head slightly toward Haldvir.

"Tell me, Haldvir, are you struggling with your current duties?"

Haldvir was briefly taken aback by the sudden question, but quickly collected himself and answered honestly.

"No, my lord. Aside from the cleaning, I’m managing well."

Ravien narrowed his eyes at him.

"Why the cleaning?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Haldvir rubbed his hands together and lowered his gaze as he replied.

"The castle is huge, my lord. Cleaning every corner takes a lot of time."

Ravien took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. He lifted his head slightly, eyes wandering up to the chandeliers. The strong yellow glow lit the stone ceiling with a warm hue.

"Then," he said without looking down, "I suppose it’s time we hired some new staff. I’ll think about it after breakfast."

About thirty minutes after this conversation, Jiho returned with a large tray in hand. On it were three simple but carefully prepared plates. He began by serving the soup.

The steaming bowls were placed one by one on the table. It was a light broth made with meat stock, barley, and chopped root vegetables.

Its color was pale, its scent soft — carrying a natural warmth. It was the kind of soup that could be made in a short time, yet remained nourishing and comforting.

After the soup, Jiho returned with a second tray. This time, it held the salad and main course.

The salad was served in a wide stone bowl. It contained large-cut green leaves, thinly sliced radishes, boiled beets, and a few chickpeas.

It was topped with a simple dressing of olive oil, lemon juice, and crushed garlic, and accompanied by a few slices of salted cheese.

The main dish was made with dried meat. The shredded meat had been sautéed in a hot pan, mixed with barley and finely chopped onions.

The spices were mild, balancing the flavor without overpowering the dish. Served in a plain bowl, it was simple yet satisfying, filling without being heavy — a perfect meal for the setting.

Ravien cast a brief glance at the plates in front of him, then turned to Jiho, who stood silently nearby.

"You sit too, Jiho," he said. His voice was low, but clear.

Jiho responded without moving an inch.

"No, my lord. My mealtime hasn’t come yet. I won’t be eating."

Ravien didn’t insist any further. He had grown used to Jiho’s distant demeanor—so much so that he had unknowingly started to ignore it altogether.

Ravien was the first to begin eating. He dipped his spoon into the soup, then took a small piece of meat and ate them together. His movements were calm, not rushed, but there was a visible sense of precision.

Asogi observed his father’s manner of eating closely. He paid attention to how Ravien held the spoon, how many times he chewed each bite. Within moments, he began to imitate the rhythm.

On the left side of the table, Haldvir watched the two for a brief moment and felt a strange discomfort within.

Two people... chewing the same way, raising their eyebrows at the same time, even tilting their heads in unison.

It was as if one was the reflection of the other. A cold sweat crept down Haldvir’s back. This kind of resemblance... it couldn’t be natural.

"This atmosphere is strange," he thought to himself. "I should finish my food quickly and get out of here."

Without drawing attention, he began to sip his soup faster, keeping his head low but not too much—careful not to stand out.

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20 Minutes Later

The meal was finished. Everyone at the table remained silent. Haldvir tried to rise from his chair subtly, but the moment he did, he noticed Ravien and Asogi looking directly at him. He quickly sat back down, avoiding eye contact.

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(POV: Ravien)

I’m full. Technically, my rewind ability can suppress hunger, but eating something physically is always more satisfying. Plus, I’ve realized that my capacity fills faster when I eat properly. I shouldn’t neglect keeping food on the table from now on.

Now that I’ve eaten, I can return to work...

Just as I was about to rise, Jiho appeared once more. In his hands, he carried an elegant wine bottle made of blue glass. Along with it, he had brought a few glass cups. Quietly, he approached the table and placed everything down.

"My lord," he said calmly, "this wine was found in the Fauriel carriage. Not just wine—there were also two enslaved women with it. I released them. They’re living among the villagers now."

It’s been almost a week since I arrived in this world... I haven’t had a sip of wine in a long time.

"Is that so?" I said. "What kind of wine is it?"

Jiho carefully began removing the cork from the bottle. Haldvir watched the wine with curiosity—clearly, it was his first time seeing something like this. Asogi, on the other hand, didn’t even lift his eyes—he wasn’t interested at all.

"Young master, this wine is called Clessourine Éclesse. It’s made from the Clessourine fruit, which grows in colder regions. The one we have is a nine-year-aged vintage."

Clessourine... So it’s a fruit native to this world. I wonder what it tastes like.

Jiho filled half a glass and handed it to me. When I took the glass, my palm instantly felt a gentle chill. The natural coolness from the wine was immediately noticeable.

"My lord," Jiho added, "since the Clessourine fruit grows in cold climates, Clessourine Éclesse is naturally cold, even without ice."

I raised the glass and held it up to the light. Its color was dark, yet clear. A thought crossed my mind... Could I use my ability to replicate these types of fruits? After all, fruits are biological matter. In theory, it’s possible.

But for now, let’s taste it. A nine-year-old wine, after all...

I brought the glass to my lips and took a small sip.

The flavor... it dances between sweet and sour. At first, it left a faint tanginess along the sides of my tongue, then a cool sensation spread across my palate. As it slid down my throat, it brought a refreshing feeling—like menthol, but subtler.

Soon, I realized my body was relaxing. My muscles loosened, and my mind felt lighter. A strange sense of peace... not overwhelming, but noticeable. More impressive than I expected.

So this is Clessourine Éclesse...

Before I even realized it, I’d emptied a second glass. Not even in my previous life had I tasted such fine wine. It was truly surprising.

Trash-eater... So you had things like this in your stash too. What a waste. I wish I had gotten more out of you before I turned you into a monster.

"Jiho, how much of this wine do we have left?" I asked, my eyes glancing at the bottom of the glass.

Jiho silently refilled my cup.

"Three more bottles, my lord."

The moment I heard his answer, I took the glass and had another sip. A small blue droplet slipped from the corner of my lip and hit the floor, vanishing on the cold stone without a trace.

At that moment, Asogi glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. My rapid drinking must’ve caught his attention. After a brief hesitation, he spoke.

"Father... may I try it too?"

I didn’t bother answering. I just nodded slightly and raised my hand. Jiho quietly poured him a glass as well.

At the same time, Haldvir carefully reached out and offered his cup. Jiho filled it without meeting his eyes. No one said a word. As the wine passed quietly from hand to hand, a short-lived feeling of comfort spread through the room.

But that silence was only the calm that came with the wine — everything else remained exactly as it was.

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Current Ravien Profile for Readers

Name: Ravien

Surname: Duskbane

Title: None

Age: 20

Height: 187 cm

Weight: 79.5 kg

Fighting Techniques: Omicron

Capacity:

He can maintain his power at a medium level for approximately 5 hours. A full recharge takes around 7–8 hours; however, sleep and proper nutrition can slightly accelerate this process.

(This is not a definitive capacity limit; it is merely based on observations so far. It does not reflect the ultimate potential or the maximum limit of his abilities.)

Fate Ability: Biological Sovereign

The user possesses absolute control over biological matter. Regardless of whether it is living or dead, he can manipulate, transform, and alter any biological structures, even at a genetic level. This ability grants him dominion over the very nature of life itself.

However, this power does not extend to his own body. His body automatically regenerates to its original state whenever it sustains damage—perfectly, down to every hair and nail.

This regeneration process requires no energy and happens without conscious intervention. Nevertheless, if an external force inflicts damage upon him, a limited reserve of capacity is consumed to fuel the regeneration. Should this capacity be depleted, he becomes vulnerable and can be killed.