Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

I chewed over those words.

I turned them around in my head.

When the snow melts, spring comes.

The flow continues.

But it doesn’t come.

It’s blocked.

The letter’s sentences came to mind again.

They overlapped.

I asked.

It followed immediately.

“Did you see the letter?”

Did that suspicious letter go to Yurahel too?

If the culprit is the daytime Emperor, why would he do that?

Yurahel’s gaze turned toward me.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“I heard from Demian.”

He answered briefly.

“Do you know who sent it?”

I asked again.

I didn’t stop.

“We’re tracking it.”

He answered briefly.

His words were clean.

I nodded.

A short movement.

Tracking is good.

There’s direction.

The flow continues.

But.

Something bothered me.

‘But that seems like a lie.’

The feeling remained.

There was no evidence.

But it still remained.

Then commotion arose from the opposite side of the training grounds.

The rhythm broke.

A knight had fallen.

Snow scattered.

Other knights rushed over quickly.

Footsteps became chaotic.

I immediately came down from the railing.

My body moved first.

My feet ran, cutting through the snow.

Cold particles scattered.

The fallen knight’s wrist was bent at a strange angle.

The line was twisted.

I knelt down.

My eyes met directly.

“Does it hurt?”

I asked.

The knight gritted his teeth and nodded.

His jaw trembled.

“It’s just a little, so don’t worry.”

The words came out quickly.

Saying “just a little” is usually a lie.

It reduces the size.

I reached out my hand.

My fingers drew closer.

“I’m going to touch it.”

The words came out first.

Yurahel spoke in a low voice.

His voice reached quietly.

“Rumel.”

I didn’t stop.

My hand continued forward.

My hand touched the knight’s wrist.

The skin was warm.

The bone was displaced.

The line was twisted.

There was no bleeding.

The surface looked fine.

I steadied my breathing and grasped the wrist.

My hand positioned itself precisely.

If I don’t die and just absorb damage close to death, healing becomes possible.

Immortal mages usually don’t have other abilities, but some cases allow for slight healing.

This was an ability that Yongyang had made me hide even at the Research Institute.

‘But I decided to join hands with the demons!’

The calculation finished immediately.

I just need to hurt a little.

I applied force and pushed the bone back into place.

The wrist moved.

The knight swallowed his breath.

A short groan.

And then alignment.

The line was correct.

I removed my hand.

The movement ended.

“Done.”

I said.

The knight looked at me with surprised eyes.

His breathing wasn’t steady.

“Thank you.”

The words came out low.

I tilted my head.

Slightly inclined.

Gratitude isn’t familiar yet.

Being on the receiving end is awkward.

Yurahel helped the knight up while speaking.

His hand supported the shoulder.

“Bandage it.”

I brushed off my hands.

Snow powder fell.

My hands were fine.

No traces.

It didn’t hurt.

No sensation.

But strangely, my chest felt a little tight.

Something inside twitched briefly.

I ignored that sensation.

Didn’t hold onto it.

Theodor came running frantically.

His feet scattered the snow.

“What what!”

His voice jumped loudly.

He grabbed my hands.

His hands were warm.

“Are you hurt?”

His eyes shook greatly.

I shook my head.

Moved immediately.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

He came closer.

I looked at his eyes. Eyes filled with worry.

“I won’t die.”

Theodor exhaled.

His chest dropped greatly.

“Thank goodness!”

His voice jumped brightly.

I stood up from my spot.

My body lifted lightly.

Snow that had stuck to my knees fell off.

The training grounds began moving again.

The rhythm returned.

Footprints overlapped on the snow.

They overlapped from multiple directions.

I looked at those footprints.

The lines were scattered.

When they overlap, traces become blurred.

Who was first disappears.

Founding Festival.

Many people.

Capital City.

Complex roads.

Many people.

Flows overlap.

Snow melting.

Forms collapse.

I turned to look at Yurahel.

My gaze went up.

“To the capital?”

I asked briefly.

“We’ll end up going.”

“Mother?”

I asked again.

The words followed immediately.

He was silent for a moment.

His eyes dropped slightly.

“Not yet.”

He answered briefly.

I nodded.

The movement was small.

Not yet.

That word is different from hope.

It’s not a feeling of holding on.

It’s closer to waiting.

Time that doesn’t move.

I opened my hand.

My fingers slowly spread.

The hand that had touched the knight’s wrist.

The sensation from earlier remained.

The feeling of bones shifting.

The moment they aligned.

I had fixed someone.

Connected what was broken.

Didn’t die.

Maintained the flow.

I muttered.

The sound flowed low.

“Useful.”

Then the bell rang three times.

That’s the signal for a noble’s visit.

There are rules.

I stopped on the snowy field.

My feet wouldn’t go further.

Yurahel raised his head.

His gaze turned toward the manor.

Theodor was already running toward the manor.

His feet scattered the snow.

“Wait!”

I shouted.

Threw it out briefly.

Theodor hesitated then slowed down.

His steps became smaller.

I followed walking.

Not fast.

Footprints overlapped.

Mine and his mixed together.

In front of the manor entrance stood a carriage.

Black body.

The wheels were half-buried in the snow.

Autumn patterns were carved into it.

The lines were soft.

Fallen leaves and butterflies.

I tilted my head.

Something seemed a little off.

“Nabird.”

Yurahel said quietly.

His voice was low and subdued.

“I heard the heir is coming.”

He continued speaking.

* * *

Soon the door opened.

The air from inside flowed out.

A small boy stepped down first.

His feet touched the ground carefully.

Light brown hair hung calmly down to his shoulders, and he had bangs too.

I remembered the researchers grumbling that all the children of the Four Seasons Family were geniuses. They said they were all old souls, so you’d get in trouble if you approached them based on looks alone.

‘Why would you get in trouble?’

They said the Nabird Family heir turned seven this year, which was the same age as the small demon Theodor.

Looking at Theodor, seven-year-olds weren’t scary beings.

I confidently decided to welcome the Nabird Family heir.

But as he got closer, my eyes widened.

And I shouted.

“Pretty!”

Theodor made a strange sound and started huffing.

Why is he acting like that?

But the Nabird heir’s face became clearer, so I couldn’t pay attention to it.

Jewel-like eyes that looked reddish or yellowish at first glance, and snow-white skin that seemed like it would smell fragrant unlike mine, though not quite as much as me.

His straight hair grown neatly to his shoulders and straight bangs suited him well.

“A fairy! It’s a fairy!”

Demian chuckled softly.

Light gently settled over the Nabird heir.

His eyes were clear, but his focus was directed somewhere else.

Not straight ahead.

He was looking to the side.

Two attendants followed behind him.

The boy stopped a few steps away from us and looked up at the sky.

“The snow is falling more quietly than I expected.”

His voice was like chocolate.

I stared at him intently.

Until those multicolored jewel-like eyes looked at me.

And then he paused briefly.

“Ah.”

He tilted his head.

At that moment, something shifted slightly.

“That assassin, by any chance?”

Huh? How did he know?

I opened my eyes wide.

I had to rub my eyes. Because as soon as the flower fairy opened his mouth, the illusion disappeared!

“You look like you’re wondering how I knew. There’s nothing surprising about it. Autumn is a family that boasts abundant wisdom, after all.”

The Nabird heir seemed to specialize in bragging.

The boy seemed a little fascinating to me.

“Besides, Clofford is in a bit of an uproar these days. Only the Four Seasons Family knows about you, though.”

“You?”

I heard Theodor make a “bleh” sound.

At my dazed question, the boy smiled as if I was a little cute.

And then he said.

“Besides, the smell coming from you is rather… Undead, right? Anyway, enough of the boring talk.”

I narrowed my eyes.

He seemed like a human I should glare at, not a flower fairy.

Why is someone I should glare at so pretty?

“Your name?”

A voice that was soft but made me want to pout!

“I’m Rumel!”

When I answered confidently, the boy smiled brightly.

The corners of his mouth curved up softly.

I became dazed again.

“I see. I’m Ninard Navid. Please call me Nina.”

His speech was rounded.

The flow was smooth too.

Theodor stepped in front of me with a thud.

And then he shouted.

“I’m Theodor!”

It was a bright voice, but I couldn’t understand why he was acting like this in front of me.

Nina glanced at him once, smiled slightly, then moved one step to the side and looked at me again.

His gaze returned.

“So, Rumel. You’re the child who dies in place of others?”

I realized that he had apparently made only me hear the word “undead” earlier.

That’s how it felt.

So now, everyone had heard it.

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