Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Without realizing it, I was staring intently at that when I suddenly made eye contact with Demian, who had been looking at me.

What a strange expression.

It seemed like he was oddly holding back laughter. What’s that about? Why is he acting like that?

Just as I was persistently trying to read that demon’s expression, Theodor shouted.

“A carriage! This is my dad’s! Brother, are we riding this?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Yahoo!”

We took the carriage to the market.

I kept looking out the window.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the outside.

It was pure white, and I could see people here and there.

Are they villagers?

‘No. They’re demons.’

The demons were moving.

They were laughing.

Their mouths were turned upward.

Children were throwing snow.

They threw it at each other.

I tensed up.

It’s an attack!

‘I need to stop the carriage!’

Just then, the carriage stopped.

At the market entrance.

I hurriedly got off and tightly grasped the small demon’s hand, and he gripped mine even tighter in return.

I had clearly seen the attacking demons, but they had disappeared.

What?

Suddenly, sounds rushed in all at once.

My ears were completely filled.

Laughter.

Bargaining.

The sound of bells ringing.

My body instantly stiffened.

My feet wouldn’t move.

When there are many sounds, I don’t know where the attack will come from.

Whether it’s from the front, back, or above.

Then Demian placed his hand on my shoulder.

His hand came down quietly.

“It’s okay.”

I looked at that hand.

That hand wasn’t trying to block, but to hold on.

I didn’t push it away.

I nodded my head.

Slightly.

“I am No. 1.”

No. 1, Rumel.

I told myself.

Theodor took my hand.

“Look over there!”

He pointed to a confectionery shop.

A sweet smell spread.

I twitched my nose.

A sweet smell.

There was no cold wind smell.

I took one more step forward.

My foot pressed down on the snow.

It made a crunching sound.

That sound lingered in my ears.

Then, I felt someone’s gaze.

My back tingled.

The inside of my skin reacted first.

I slowly turned my head.

I kept my movements small.

Then I discovered it. On one side of the market, a man in a black cloak was standing.

He was standing still among the people.

Not moving, just watching us.

More precisely, me.

I narrowed my eyes.

And immediately said.

“That person.”

Demian, who glanced in that direction, asked quietly.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know. But he keeps looking at me.”

“Hmm.”

Theodor tilted his head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“It seems like he’s glaring at us.”

I shook my head.

“He’s looking at me.”

The man didn’t avoid my gaze.

His eyes became even clearer.

I know those eyes.

Eyes that record.

Eyes that appraise value.

A researcher’s eyes.

“I don’t like it. It’s bad.”

Theodor asked in surprise.

“Rumel? What’s wrong?”

I pointed at the man.

“That thing.”

But I couldn’t give any further explanation. My mouth felt frozen.

Demian’s eyes, which had been quietly watching me, turned coldly serious.

He naturally stepped forward.

He blocked my view.

His large body stood in front.

And so I disappeared from the man’s line of sight.

I stared blankly at Demian’s back.

His broad, solid-looking back was motionless.

As I watched, my rough breathing slowly calmed down once.

It felt like a breathing hole had been opened.

The man slowly withdrew his gaze.

His eyes left our cage.

And he disappeared among the people.

The edge of his black cloak fluttered one last time.

All I saw was the hem of that cloak.

“Are you okay, Rumel?”

Come to think of it, Demian doesn’t call me No. 1. When I glanced at him, suddenly conscious of this fact, he looked at me and said.

“You seem fine.”

After a moment, Demian spoke in a low voice.

“Theo.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t let go of Rumel’s hand.”

“I won’t!”

The grip on my hand tightened.

I stood between the two of them with my hands held.

Caught from both sides.

What do you call this again.

“Arrest!”

“No!”

Theodor the demon shouted.

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The market was still noisy.

Sounds overlapped.

Eyes sparkled, and sweets were sweet.

People kept laughing.

Children threw snow again.

White powder flew through the air.

And for the first time, I decided to focus a little more on the sweet scent of pastries.

I brought my nose a little closer.

The sweet smell filled my nostrils.

Suddenly I remembered them.

The Ikaros kitchen.

The warm fire.

Things like small plates.

I blinked once.

“…”

On the way back from the market, I didn’t say anything.

The carriage was quiet.

Only the sound of wheels continued.

The rattling was transmitted to my body.

I pressed against the window.

The glass was cold, but only the thought that the pastries were sweet kept circling in my head.

My mouth felt warm.

The sugar remaining on my hands was sticky.

I felt all of that, then gently rubbed my fingers.

And I looked out the window.

People gradually decreased.

Houses grew distant.

Suddenly I recalled the gaze of the black cloak I saw as soon as we arrived.

Recording eyes.

Eyes that appraise value.

I touched my wrist inside the carriage.

I pressed with my fingers.

When I felt under the skin, the tickling disappeared, but heat rose instead.

The inside was hot.

Quietly, a feeling of boiling from within.

I didn’t remove my hand.

And after a while, the carriage stopped.

The door opened and cold air came in.

“Come on, Rumel.”

“Mmm?”

Demian chuckled and lifted me down.

Thud, when my feet touched the ground, I could see where snow had melted.

Moisture clung to them.

The moment I entered the manor door, heat suddenly rose from somewhere in my body.

I couldn’t breathe.

I took one deep breath.

The air was hot.

No, I was hot.

“Rumel?”

Demian’s voice dropped low.

I raised my head.

The ceiling swayed slightly.

Light spread long.

I blinked once more.

The swaying decreased a little.

“I’m fine!”

I said vigorously.

My voice came out louder than expected.

Saying I was fine was familiar.

Even when I wasn’t fine, I had to say I was fine to survive.

My mouth remembered first.

Theodor peered at my face.

His eyes came close.

“Why is your face red?”

I touched my cheek with the back of my hand.

As soon as my hand touched it, it was hot.

Heat rose to my fingertips.

I immediately made a judgment.

It’s a fever.

Fevers need to be lowered.

The method is simple.

I ran through the corridor toward the bathroom.

“Rumel! Rumel?”

My feet felt a little heavy.

The floor felt distant.

But I didn’t stop.

“Where are you going?”

Theodor chased after me.

Footsteps quickly followed.

“Cool it down.”

“What?”

“The fever.”

“Huh?”

I reached out to turn on the water in the bathtub.

Before my hand could reach the faucet, my wrist was grabbed.

At that moment, Demian appeared out of nowhere and seized my wrist.

His hand was firm.

“What are you doing?”

“Bringing down the fever.”

“You’re not washing?”

“I need to soak!”

“…Soak?”

I spoke as if it were completely natural.

That’s how it was at the Research Institute.

When fever rose, ice water.

They submerged me until I couldn’t breathe.

Cool the body, and it stabilizes.

Movement stops.

Demian’s eyes hardened.

His gaze dropped low.

“No.”

I immediately objected.

“I have to.”

“I said no.”

His voice lowered.

I lifted my head up.

My eyes shot upward.

“Why?”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Fever is dangerous.”

“For fever, you take medicine. Luna.”

“Yes, young master. Here.”

“No! No!”

Fever was a precursor to rampage.

Fever was a failure signal.

Something that only appeared in the stage before disposal.

I put strength into trying to pull my hand free.

I twisted my wrist, but Demian’s grip became even firmer.

“Let’s go out first.”

I didn’t move.

He lifted me up.

My body suddenly became light.

My feet left the floor.

I swallowed my breath at the sudden feeling of my body floating in the air.

My stomach dropped slightly.

“Put me down!”

I shouted.

My legs moved in the air.

“Rumel.”

His voice wasn’t angry.

It was low and steady.

“This isn’t the Laboratory.”

I hesitated.

My body stopped.

Those words, the words I had only said to myself, he had spoken aloud.

I gasped for breath.

My breathing became short.

My body grew hotter.

Inside was boiling.

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