Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

“What are you talking about?”

I ignored Yurahel and answered firmly.

“I won’t die in someone’s place! Just die yourself!”

“What?”

Yurahel’s eyes moved slightly.

“Die?”

“I’ve never died here. So the demons don’t know! Right?”

“So what are you.”

“I’m immortal! Immortal No. 1!”

Navid looked thoughtful, then spoke in a gentle tone.

“Should I say it’s fortunate you realized it now? Surely the Lord wouldn’t be unaware either. Don’t worry too much. Even if the Royal House targets you, they wouldn’t try to kill a four-year-old child in front of all the nobles, hmm, they wouldn’t. You wouldn’t need to die in anyone’s place either.”

Was it my imagination?

For a moment, the air seemed to change slightly.

Theodor hardened his expression.

His mouth closed.

I spoke slowly.

I lowered the pace.

“If necessary, I will.”

I summarized briefly.

Nina nodded.

The movement was smooth.

“I see.”

He didn’t ask further.

The line was cut.

Instead, he looked down at the snowy field.

His gaze fell downward.

“It’s still quiet here.”

The words settled low.

“What do you mean!”

I asked.

“The trembling.”

Nina spread his hand.

His fingers slowly opened.

A thin shadow fell on the snow.

“Autumn knows first when leaves are about to fall.”

The words continued smoothly.

The ending was round.

I looked at him without understanding.

The words didn’t quite match.

Leaves fall.

That’s a result.

Knowing first.

That’s a cause.

The two were misaligned.

I narrowed my eyes.

I narrowed my field of vision.

Nina stepped on the snow.

His foot went down lightly.

The snow made almost no sound.

“The Capital City will become noisier.”

The words settled low.

I spoke forcefully.

It came out faster than I thought.

“I know.”

“Are you nervous about being invited?”

Nina asked.

His gaze was fixed.

I shook my head.

Then Nina suddenly approached me closely.

The sense of distance quickly diminished.

The snow was pressed down.

The attendant reached out in surprise, but he waved it off with a gesture.

His hand waved lightly.

Nina spoke very quietly.

Breath mixed in.

“You smell things, don’t you?”

I stopped breathing.

My chest stopped for a moment.

He looked straight into my eyes.

He didn’t avoid them.

“The scent of light.”

The words came in precisely.

I answered a beat late.

My thoughts turned once.

“I know.”

Nina didn’t smile.

His expression remained the same.

“There’s a lot of that in the Capital City.”

The words continued quietly.

Theodor anxiously interrupted.

His body came forward.

“So what if there’s a lot!”

His voice was sharp.

Nina tilted his head.

“If there’s a lot, it would be obscured.”

I chewed on those words.

I rolled them slowly in my head.

Obscured.

Lines overlap.

If there are many, it’s hard to distinguish.

It’s difficult to find one.

I asked.

I threw it out briefly.

“Do you see?”

Nina waved his hand.

He moved it slightly.

“I feel it.”

The words came out smoothly.

He closed his eyes and opened them.

It was a short time.

“On the day of the Founding Festival, it will become clearer.”

The words continued.

Certainty was attached.

Yurahel asked quietly.

His voice was laid low.

“What will.”

Nina didn’t pause for a moment.

She answered immediately.

“Who is at the center.”

Her words were clear.

Nina looked at me.

Her gaze was precise.

I met that gaze.

I didn’t avoid it.

“Not me.”

I said.

I cut it short.

Nina tilted her head.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“We don’t know that yet.”

The manor door opened and Millayen revealed himself.

The air from inside flowed outward.

He bowed his head toward Nina.

The angle was precise.

“You’ve come from far away.”

His voice was low and stable.

Nina greeted him politely.

Her movements were smooth.

“Autumn moves quietly.”

The words continued slowly.

Millayen smiled briefly.

His lips lifted slightly.

“The quiet ones are the loudest.”

I followed the words between them.

The words were few.

There were no direct words.

But they were all talking about the Founding Festival.

They looked in the same direction.

Before Nina went inside, she looked at me once more.

Her gaze stopped.

“Rumel.”

She called my name.

I reacted immediately.

My gaze was fixed.

“Don’t die.”

I answered immediately.

I didn’t stop.

“I won’t die.”

She smiled slightly.

Her lips moved a little.

“That’s the problem.”

The words remained softly.

I narrowed my eyes.

I narrowed my field of vision.

The door closed.

The sound lingered long.

Bird footprints remained on the snow.

They were freshly made marks.

Autumn’s footprints.

I lightly touched those marks with my toes.

The snow crumbled shallowly.

Shallow.

Not deep.

But the direction was clear.

The line continued.

Theodor asked.

He tilted his head toward me.

“She’s strange, right?”

I thought for a moment.

I chose my words.

Strange is different from dangerous.

They don’t overlap.

“Strange!”

I corrected.

Yurahel spoke lowly.

His voice was quietly laid.

“Autumn is always like that. They’re gloomy people.”

I looked up at the sky.

My gaze went upward.

The clouds had lowered a bit more.

The weight was coming down.

Capital City.

Much light.

They overlap.

Many people.

The flow is complex.

And autumn, spring, summer, winter.

They all gather.

I clenched and opened my hand.

My fingers moved slowly.

‘This time I go with my own feet.’

Some voice in my head muttered as if it were my own will.

And I see with my own eyes.

* * *

On the evening Nina arrived, the dining table was longer than usual.

More chairs were placed.

More candles were lit.

The light swayed long.

The flame tips stretched thin and then gathered again.

I sat in my seat and picked up my fork.

The metal touching my hand was cold.

Nina sat across from me.

Her eyes were looking at people, not the plate.

Her gaze moved slowly.

It shifted from one person to another.

“Winter is warmer than I thought.”

Nina said.

I answered immediately.

“Heating.”

Theodor laughed.

His mouth opened wide.

“There are many fireplaces too!”

His words came out quickly.

Nina nodded.

“That’s why the snow can’t get inside.”

I pondered those words.

The snow can’t get inside.

Doors block it.

Walls block it.

Things outside and things inside.

Boundaries.

I looked at the candlelight.

The light stayed inside.

Outside is dark.

Millayen spoke from the end of the table.

“Any news from the capital?”

His voice was low.

Nina put down her fork.

The metal touched the plate.

A small sound was made.

“I heard the Founding Festival preparations are bigger than usual.”

“How much bigger.”

Demian asked.

His words were soft.

“They say the Priesthood is taking the lead.”

I raised my head.

The Priesthood.

Those who handle light.

Cold and bright.

Nina continued speaking.

“They’re going to reveal sacred artifacts on a large scale.”

“Even the ones they’ve been hiding.”

The air above the table became a little heavier.

The candlelight flickered.

I looked down at my plate.

Light spread thinly across the metal.

There are many of those in the capital.

Nina’s words came to mind.

Many.

Overlapping.

Theodor asked.

“Why so many?”

Nina thought for a moment.

Her gaze went up and then came down.

“To show off.”

“Show off what?”

“It’s a performance to show that the Royal House, no, the Emperor of Day is still the center of the world.”

My name was also written on the invitation.

The smell of paper came to mind.

Demian said in a low voice.

“If it’s a show, they’ll need an audience too.”

Nina didn’t look at me.

But her answer was directed at me.

“Yes.”

I asked quietly.

My mouth moved slightly.

“Me?”

Nina neither nodded nor shook her head.

Her eyes remained the same.

“You stand out easily.”

I tilted my head.

“But I’m small.”

I stated a fact.

The chair is big.

The table is big.

I am small.

Nina answered gently.

“Because you’re small, you stand out more.”

It was clearer under the candlelight.

Theodor slammed down his spoon.

The metallic sound rang briefly.

“You don’t have to go!”

His words came out quickly.

Millayen said

“The option of not going no longer exists.”

I raised my head.

His eyes didn’t waver.

They were deeply fixed.

“Why?”

I asked.

“Since your name has already been called, there’s no choice.”

He said.

“If you refuse, other stories will spread.”

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