Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

A knight examined the wall.

He touched it with his hand.

There was nothing on the wall.

The surface remained unchanged.

But I saw a very thin ray of light there.

A line that was barely visible.

A thread connected to the crystal stretched thinly.

I muttered quietly.

“Tied with thread?”

Who could have tied that thing up?

Could that be what they called a seal?

“Thread?”

“A-all with thread!”

But it seemed the demons couldn’t see it.

The threads binding the holy relic, and how those threads branched out somewhere like tree branches.

‘Are they connected?’

An adult voice brushed through my head but I soon forgot it.

More importantly, Millayen seemed to understand what I was saying, surprisingly.

“Don’t tell me the holy relic isn’t just one piece.”

The aide swallowed his breath.

“Pardon?”

“This is serious.”

His face looked very, very strange as he muttered that His Majesty of the Night might be in danger.

Sharp, like the Clofford people when talking about the Winter Family.

“It seems the holy relic was fragmented.”

“Pardon?”

“They appear to have installed those pieces as traps in various places.”

This place was probably the last one.

With Millayen’s strange muttering finished, the air in the reception room grew heavy again.

The air sank downward.

I felt it.

The feeling of my soles sticking more firmly to the ground.

The feeling that any movement would make me more likely to be caught.

Theodor didn’t let go of my hand.

His fingers dug in deeper.

I quietly felt the warmth of that hand.

In the scent of cold wind, the small hand was warm.

I gripped the hand a little tighter.

So I wouldn’t let go.

Millayen looked at me again.

His gaze slowly came down.

“Rumel.”

I raised my head.

My neck was a bit stiff, but it didn’t hurt.

“Thank you for helping.”

I stopped breathing for a moment.

Those words repeated in my head.

Clearly.

“Help?”

“Yes.”

I’m an assassin being interrogated, so why does being helpful feel good?

Ah, but this seems different from the researchers too.

Believing what I say.

It’s not just me who knows anymore. The snowmen heard my words. The demons believed what I said, so they came to know along with me.

That the holy relic isn’t just one piece.

Whether it was my stomach or chest, somewhere inside began to tickle.

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After being tortured and interrogated in the strange Winter Castle, several days had passed without me noticing.

The cold wind scent of the holy relic remained, but I no longer missed Nanny, and I decided to join hands with the Winter Castle demons.

Joining hands with the enemy.

‘I may be the youngest assassin, but I’ve also become the youngest traitor!’

I held back my nose from twitching at this strangely uplifting feeling.

The morning air was clear.

The wind coming through the window crack was thin.

The cold wind scent seemed to have disappeared.

It didn’t sting my nose like yesterday.

But I still twitched my nose once more.

I took a short breath in.

It wasn’t completely gone.

Very far away, it remained thinly.

A feeling like being connected by thread.

I wanted to open the window, but I didn’t.

My hand wouldn’t move.

Yesterday I almost had my wrists tied.

That feeling remained.

I hate being tied up.

I clenched and unclenched my wrist once.

My fingers moved slowly.

The tickling sensation had almost disappeared.

Still, it wasn’t completely gone.

“No. 1! We’re going out today!”

Several days had whooshed by since arriving here.

The delicious torture and sweet interrogation continued once a week as usual. I hadn’t died even once during that time, and I was starting to grow taller!

I was chewing my lips, encouraged by that fact, when Theodor burst through the door and shouted.

“We?”

That small demon and I are going out together?

“Where are we going?”

“The market!”

I repeated the word market.

I rolled it around in my mouth. Then, like the researchers do, I unconsciously listed information next to the word market in my head.

Market.

Outside.

Many people.

Many sounds.

Many escapes.

Danger?

‘Dangerous for the small demon!’

I quickly got down from the bed.

And I shouted.

“Why are you going out? Why are you going out too, demon?”

“Demon? Me? I’m Theo!”

“Theo demon!”

“Theo!”

He caught his breath and shouted in frustration.

“Theo!”

“Yeah!”

The small demon laughed cheerfully and spoke again.

“He begged me to go see the winter festival preparations! Ehehe!”

Theodor’s feet keep moving. He’s not even walking, is he dancing?

I tilted my head.

Something else bothered me more than that strange behavior.

“Festival?”

“Yeah! They make snow sculptures and sell sweets!”

Sweets.

I reacted to that word.

My eyes widened for a moment.

I remembered the sweet things I ate in Ikaros’s kitchen.

The taste that lingered on my tongue.

There were no sweet things at the Research Institute.

There were only bitter things.

I spoke very fiercely and strongly.

“I’m going too.”

You must take me no matter what.

Theodor’s eyes sparkled.

His face brightened.

“Of course!”

Then a low voice came from behind the door.

“Oh my, it’s not really ‘of course.'”

It was Demian.

I immediately straightened my back.

I straightened my waist.

I raised my shoulders.

Demian Ikaros’s eyes were always calm.

Because they were calm, they looked even heavier.

“Outside is dangerous. If you don’t prepare properly, and if you don’t promise to listen well, you won’t be going out.”

Theodor becomes tense.

I immediately objected.

“I’m an assassin!”

Demian’s eyebrow moved just a little.

Just a little.

“You’re a failed assassin, aren’t you?”

At the words of the heavy demon living in the warm demon’s lair, I became very upset.

“But I’m still strong!”

“Strong? Stronger than me?”

“It’s not dangerous.”

I don’t know if I’m stronger than the heavy-eyed demon. So I slyly said something else, and the demon smiled slyly.

“I’ll protect her!”

Then Theodor interrupted.

He spoke without even breathing.

“Brother, so don’t worry about No. 1 and just trust me!”

“No. 1?”

“Oh, right. Rumel! Don’t worry about Rumel!”

Theodor answered immediately.

I looked back and forth between the two.

I couldn’t understand what they were talking about.

Protect.

Being protected.

‘Protect? Me?’

I tilted my head.

I was the one who did the protecting.

As expected, the demons clearly didn’t know their place.

Demian let out a very shallow sigh.

“Hmm. Though the Lord gave permission.”

I opened my eyes wide.

My eyes immediately looked up.

“Permission?”

“Yesterday you sensed the holy relic first, didn’t you.”

He looked at my wrist for a moment.

Precisely.

“So he said we need to check your senses.”

“Why the holy relic?”

“He said you need to play in order to use such amazing abilities.”

“Huh?”

I tried to understand those words.

Right, that’s similar to an experiment!

Then Demian added.

“It’s not an experiment.”

I exhaled.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s an outing.”

The words were simple.

Theodor smiled.

He smiled immediately.

“An outing! That’s right!”

I slowly rolled that word around in my mouth.

My lips moved slightly.

An outing is not running away.

It’s not being dragged either.

It’s going out together.

And that’s necessary for using my great ability, right?

‘Is it fuel?’

For instance, like how the researchers cursed at Yongyang but still gave him red meat every day.

Understanding, I nodded.

“Good! I’m going! And I’ll protect the small demon!”

“I’m the one who’s going to protect you!”

The preparations were quick.

Clothes were brought up right away.

I put on a thick coat.

My body became a little heavier.

Not tight enough to strangle.

I wasn’t suffocating.

I tied the strings myself, wary of the demon Becky’s touch.

My hands were slow at tying, but I managed it.

Actually, while outside is always dangerous for small humans, I thought maybe it would be okay since I’m a small demon.

As the manor door opened, cold air brushed against my face.

The air came right in.

I instinctively narrowed my eyes.

My eyes stung.

The snowy field sparkled.

Light bounced.

Sunlight bounced off the snow.

My eyes hurt.

That light was different from the light of holy relics.

This light was warm.

It didn’t feel like it would tear me apart.

I took one step forward.

My foot sank deep into the snow.

Up to my ankle.

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