Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

“There isn’t any.”

At the firm answer, Iden clutched his chest.

“This can’t be! It’s betrayal.”

His voice grew louder.

I tilted my head.

Just slightly.

Betrayal is a word they used at Clofford.

The end is heavy.

Iden’s betrayal is light.

It has no weight.

It’s not real.

I observed him for a moment.

My eyes followed.

He collapsed dramatically, then sprang back up.

His body swayed greatly.

“More importantly, have you seen this?”

He pulled out a small bundle of letters from his pocket.

The letter envelopes had similar shapes.

The corners were folded at the same angles.

I reacted immediately.

My gaze fixed on one spot.

“Same.”

“What do you mean same?”

Iden’s voice dropped low.

“Envelope.”

I pointed with my finger.

The paper texture was similar to the card attached to Theodor’s gift.

The surface was rough in the same direction.

Iden blinked.

His head tilted slightly.

“Oh, it really is.”

I picked up one envelope.

My fingertip pressed the thin paper.

Ink smell.

Paper grain.

Same hand.

The direction of force is the same.

“Someone sent them.”

I said.

“Who?”

Theodor’s eyes sparkled.

His body leaned forward.

“Don’t know.”

I answered honestly.

It wasn’t confirmed.

Iden scratched his chin.

His hand moved slowly.

“Every year, around the young masters’ birthdays, things like this come.”

I raised my head.

My eyes went up.

“All?”

“Yes, everyone.”

“Contents?”

“Similar.”

Iden’s words continued.

I unfolded one letter.

The paper spread thinly.

Wishing you good health.

Wishing you safety.

I narrowed my eyes.

The spacing between letters was consistent.

Safety.

This is a word often used in the Winter Family.

I calculated inwardly.

The sender knows the family’s internal affairs.

They also know the young masters’ schedules.

They understand the flow.

But.

There are no threatening sentences.

No demands either.

I caught my breath briefly.

‘This isn’t a threat.’

It’s observation.

Watching the flow.

Right. It’s observation.

I raised my head.

My gaze went up again.

“Why hide it?”

Iden shrugged.

The movement was small.

“Who knows.”

Theodor hugged his doll and said.

Both arms wrapped tightly.

“It must be a good person!”

I looked at him.

His face was bright.

Good person.

Good thing.

If it’s good, it can be revealed.

There’s no reason to hide it.

‘But why hide it?’

I fell silent.

No words came out.

Then the aide’s voice was heard from outside the door.

“The young Lord is looking for Miss Rumel.”

Demian.

The name came to mind immediately.

I stood up from my seat.

My body moved right away.

“I’m going!”

Theodor waved his hand.

His arm moved widely.

“Take care!”

I walked down the corridor.

My steps were light.

The floor echoed softly.

The fever had completely disappeared.

My body was quiet.

I stood in front of Demian’s office door.

The door was closed.

Two knocks.

My fingers touched rhythmically.

“Come in.”

A low voice came from inside.

I opened the door.

The handle wasn’t cold.

Demian had several letters spread out on his desk.

Papers were spread widely.

I immediately moved my eyes.

Same paper.

Same ink.

The flow continued.

“I saw it.”

I said.

Demian’s gaze turned toward me.

His eyes lowered.

“What did you see.”

“The letter.”

I answered immediately.

He was silent for a moment.

His hand stopped.

“Hmm. More than that, Rumel. Do you remember the man we saw at the market yesterday?”

I nodded my head.

My head moved slowly.

“Black cloak.”

“Right.”

“Why that?”

I asked immediately.

“I’m a little concerned about him.”

“Why?”

Demian didn’t answer right away.

His eyes sank a little more.

“I’m not certain, but some suspicious activities have been discovered recently.”

“Letters?”

“Yes. Ah, of course there’s no problem with the letter you checked. But other letters have been coming like this often. It seems like some small fry have appeared, and I think we caught their tail on the day I went out with Rumel.”

I flicked my finger.

It moved briefly.

Not certain.

That’s a possibility.

It’s open.

I walked to the window.

Light came in.

The snowy field was visible.

The white landscape was peaceful.

There was no movement.

But I know.

White is good for hiding.

Traces get buried.

I turned around and spoke.

Our gazes met again.

“That person records things.”

“What does he record.”

“Us.”

I spoke clearly.

I broke it down.

Demian’s eyes lowered further.

The light diminished.

“Why do you think that.”

I lifted my wrist to show him.

Thin bones were revealed.

“Eyes.”

“Eyes?”

“They were eyes that appraised value.”

I spoke clearly.

I maintained the pace.

“Researcher’s eyes.”

Demian’s hand stopped on the desk.

After a brief silence, he spoke slowly.

The air sank a little.

“Rumel.”

His voice reached me low.

“Yes.”

I answered immediately.

“Do you remember that kind of gaze that looked at you that way.”

The words continued smoothly.

I paused for a moment.

My breath caught once.

The memory is clear.

It doesn’t blur.

Cold light.

My eyes stung.

Numbers.

Lines were aligned.

Experiment numbers.

What was attached instead of names.

“I remember.”

I said firmly.

The words came out immediately.

Demian nodded his head.

The movement was slow.

“Then, you can trust that feeling. Be careful, and if you need anything, tell me.”

He added gently.

I blinked my eyes.

The words lingered for a long time.

Trust.

That word is not a command.

It’s a delegation.

It came over to my side.

I slowly nodded my head.

My neck moved slightly.

“I understand.”

I answered briefly.

Demian folded a letter.

His fingertips were precise.

“Let’s look for this together.”

His words continued in a low tone.

I looked at him for a moment.

My gaze stopped.

He’s searching.

Not alone.

I didn’t ask.

Instead, I asked a different question.

The thought came first.

“Is mine coming too?”

Demian’s eyes wavered just slightly.

The light moved briefly.

“Not yet.”

Not yet.

I nodded my head.

It moved briefly.

Good.

Not yet.

I turned around.

My body moved immediately.

Before leaving through the door, I stopped briefly.

My hand touched the doorknob.

“Am I useful?”

After a moment of silence, Demian smiled broadly and answered briefly.

“Even if you don’t do anything, you’re quite useful.”

His voice didn’t waver.

I closed the door.

A small sound was made.

I thought while walking down the corridor.

My footsteps were steady.

The letter is a tracking target.

The cloak is a surveillance target.

And I,

am no longer a number.

Still, perhaps.

The thought lingered briefly.

Will there someday be a letter that comes in my name too.

I folded that thought small and hid it in my pocket.

* * *

Two days passed while thinking about the letter.

Time flowed quietly.

Nothing happened.

The flow wasn’t interrupted.

When nothing happens, it often means preparations are complete.

The quieter the surface, the more the inside moves.

I sat at the breakfast table tearing bread while observing my surroundings.

My hands moved slowly.

The Icarus Estate was no different from usual.

The movement was steady.

The servants were busy, and snow quietly accumulated outside the window.

There was little sound.

Theodor drank soup with a doll set beside him.

The spoon slowly went up.

“I’m making a snowman today!”

His voice was bright.

I raised my head.

My gaze moved immediately.

“Who?”

“You and me!”

Theodor answered immediately.

His body leaned forward.

I swallowed a spoonful of soup.

The inside of my mouth became warm.

It was hot.

I swallowed it a bit slowly.

“A mission?”

I asked.

“No!”

Theodor shook his head.

It shook quickly.

“Just playing!”

The words continued.

Just playing.

I still don’t completely understand that phrase.

The form doesn’t take shape.

Then Demian spoke from the end of the table.

His voice settled low.

“Before playing, it would be good to check one thing.”

He continued gently.

I immediately shifted my gaze.

My eyes went to the end.

A small box was placed beside him.

The paper was familiar.

The same material as the envelope I saw yesterday.

The surface is the same.

I put down the spoon.

It made a small sound.

“It’s here.”

Theodor’s eyes widened.

His mouth opened slightly.

“Again?”

His voice rose high.

Demian nodded his head.

He moved slowly.

“This time the contents seem a little different.”

His words flowed smoothly.

I leaned toward the box.

My hand went forward.

The seal was simple.

It wasn’t complicated.

There’s no poison smell.

My nose didn’t react.

The magical waves are also weak.

I can barely feel them.

“It’s safe to open.”

Demian slowly broke the seal.

Inside was a thin silver necklace.

Light reflected weakly off it.

A small pendant was attached.

It swayed gently.

Snowflake shape.

The lines were sharp.

I didn’t reach out my hand.

My body stopped first.

The snowflake was the Winter Family’s symbol.

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