Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Then he looked very carefully at the hands that Theodor and I were holding.

Finally, our hands touched.

It was warm.

He lowered his body to match my eye level.

The researchers always looked down from above. They never lowered themselves.

Millayen was different.

“Rumel.”

“Rumel?”

“From now on, you’re not No. 1, but Rumel.”

“What’s that?”

“I heard you fought because of that. Isn’t that right?”

“…A name?”

“Yes, a name. I need an accurate name to conduct an interrogation.”

“A name!”

Theodor was about to say something but stopped and quickly covered his mouth with his own hand.

I mumbled for a while before asking.

“Rumel?”

The Snowman’s eyes curved slightly into crescents.

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“But I’m No. 1.”

Millayen slowly nodded his head.

“Then let’s say you’re both No. 1 and Rumel. Would that work?”

“It works!”

He didn’t deny what I said.

The Snowman was indeed strange.

Even when still, he wasn’t cold.

He was cold yet warm.

“So, No. 1.”

He said that, then called my name once more.

“Rumel.”

I blinked my eyes.

My eyes slowly closed once and then opened.

Two words collided inside me.

Number.

Name.

I felt like I couldn’t let go of either one.

Millayen asked.

“No. 1 Rumel! Good! Why, why did you call me?”

“You said earlier that there was a smell.”

His voice remained the same. He didn’t seem angry or bothered at all.

The Snowman was cold, and I think I liked that.

“Where did you smell it?”

I immediately pointed to the end of the corridor.

My hand moved first.

“Over there!”

My finger wasn’t trembling.

“Did you look at the window too?”

“I did!”

I answered immediately.

“Did you see the light too?”

I stopped breathing.

My chest stopped completely inside.

He knew.

He knew even what I hadn’t said.

The fact that he knew meant I wasn’t wrong.

I wasn’t wrong.

I nodded my head.

Once.

“I saw it!”

Millayen raised the corners of his mouth as if smiling very briefly.

“Good.”

He said as he stood up.

His body became large again.

“Theo.”

Theodor answered immediately.

“Yes!”

His voice was a little high.

“You go into the room.”

“Ahhhhh! Dad, I don’t want to…!”

Theodor scrunched up his face as if he disliked it and shook his head. What was that sound? It sounded like he was saying he didn’t want to when he didn’t really mean it.

Millayen spoke without turning his head.

“You’re to protect Rumel.”

Theodor, who had been making strange sounds and was about to lie down on the floor, suddenly stopped.

Then he took a breath for a moment.

His chest rose slightly.

Soon the Small Demon nodded his head seriously.

“Okay! I’ll protect him!”

“Formal speech.”

“I’ll protect him, sir!”

Formal speech?

I looked at Theodor.

I looked at Millayen too.

‘Theodor will protect me?’

Why would he protect me?

The hand gripped tighter.

It was strange.

The small hand showed no sign of letting go.

“Rumel, from now on, only answer what I ask.”

I nodded my head immediately.

This was a familiar method.

Question.

Answer.

Record.

The sequence was the same.

But here, it didn’t fit.

Something was different, but I liked it.

I wanted to know what that was.

Millayen asked.

“Where have you smelled the scent of holy relics before?”

My throat was blocked.

My breath caught.

Words wouldn’t come out right away.

I had to answer.

But if I answered, that place would open again.

The door was pushed from the inside.

I felt a cold door opening inside me.

Once it opens, it’s hard to close.

I gritted my teeth inside.

I tried to stop it even from within.

‘This isn’t the laboratory.’

I held onto that and opened my mouth.

My mouth moved a little slowly.

“Basement.”

My voice became small.

It was cut short.

Theodor squeezed my hand tightly.

His hand became hotter.

Millayen asked one beat lower.

It was a voice that had come a little closer.

“Clofford’s basement?”

I nodded my head.

“Yes.”

My words were even smaller.

“What did the sacred object do there?”

I took a breath.

The inside of my nose stung again.

The smell of cold wind came again.

That smell scratched the inside of my head.

My thoughts were scratched.

I cut my sentences short, afraid my words would come out tangled.

If I spoke long, my tongue would twist strangely.

“Light.”

“And?”

“Binding!”

My wrist tingled for a moment.

The feeling of being caught came up.

“And?”

I trembled my lips for a moment.

The next words came up.

Even without me speaking, they came up.

If I said those next words, my wrist would hurt.

Something cold would touch me.

I spoke anyway.

“Blood?”

Theodor swallowed his breath.

Theodor hates that word.

His hand gripped tighter.

My fingers were pressed.

The gripping force suddenly became strong.

My breath became short.

He didn’t say anything, but I could feel his dislike.

Millayen’s gaze changed.

His eyes became a little deeper.

Like light had gone inside.

They were no longer sharp.

The piercing feeling disappeared.

They were no longer cold.

Not cold, but heavy.

That gaze was very deep.

I couldn’t see the end.

When a gaze is deep, there’s nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

I turned my head slightly, afraid I’d fall into that depth.

I didn’t turn it completely.

Just a little.

Then the aide appeared again from the end of the corridor.

His steps were fast.

He was already close before stopping.

The aide’s face was pale white.

The color had drained from it.

His lips had thinned.

His breathing was a little rough.

The aide stopped in front of Millayen and spoke low.

His voice was suppressed.

“Lord, they have checked the room where the sacred object was temporarily stored.”

Millayen answered.

“They. From their sudden visit, I think I know who without asking.”

The aide bit his lips.

For a moment, just a moment.

Then he spoke.

“Yes, it’s the Daytime Palace.”

Theodor shouted.

It burst right out.

“Why is the Daytime Palace coming to our house!”

His voice was loud.

The end went up.

The aide wavered for a moment while looking at Theodor.

His eyes wavered for a moment.

His mouth opened slightly then closed.

That wavering seemed like regret.

I saw that.

I didn’t blink.

And I knew.

He was wavering because of me.

I knew without being told.

Millayen spoke.

His gaze came down again.

“Rumel, I ask for the last time.”

His voice was very quiet.

It was lower than a whisper.

The quiet made it even more frightening.

There was no chance to escape.

“Even now, does that sacred object seem to be calling you?”

I opened my eyes wide.

My eyes opened wider.

Calling.

That word echoed inside me.

The reason I had seen light in the darkness.

The light that remained even when I closed my eyes.

The reason the scent had risen up to my throat.

The feeling of being suffocated.

I quietly twitched my nose.

Several times.

The scent of cold wind was still there.

It hadn’t disappeared.

And that scent came not from the end of the corridor, but also from inside our room.

It came from both places.

From both front and back.

I slowly turned my head.

Without stopping.

Beyond the closed door.

Our room.

My bed.

Near there, a very small light brushed past once more.

It flickered and disappeared.

It remained inside my eyes.

I parted my lips.

Words came up first.

“It’s calling!”

Millayen closed his eyes and opened them.

Very

They opened again.

He immediately stood up and took my hand.

His hand came down quickly.

It covered my hand.

That hand was hot and firm.

It was an unmoving strength.

That hand didn’t embrace me.

Our bodies didn’t touch.

Instead, he held my hand securely, preventing me from going anywhere alone.

It was a hand that wouldn’t let go.

Millayen spoke.

His voice dropped low.

“Alright, then I’ll go with you.”

Together?

I stared up at him blankly for a moment.

‘Together.’

With me, together.

Millayen was calling for his aide with an expression as if he hadn’t said anything particularly remarkable.

But I had to struggle with all my might to stop the corners of my mouth from rising up against my will.

If the Small Demon Theodor saw me like this, he would definitely shout loudly that my face looked strange!

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