Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 27
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Chapter 27
Stories.
Rumors.
They go from mouth to mouth.
Why didn’t he come.
What is he hiding.
Various rumors about the youngest who suddenly appeared.
I put down my fork.
The metal touched the plate.
A short sound rang out.
I spoke.
“There are many masks.”
“What are?”
Demian asked back.
I briefly threw out just a word.
“Light.”
Nina picked up on my words.
“There will be many gazes.”
I looked at Theodor.
The Small Demon’s pretty eyes turned directly toward me.
“If you go, hold my hand!”
Theodor immediately nodded his head.
The movement was big.
“I won’t let go!”
He made a gesture of gripping tightly.
I shifted my gaze again.
The candlelight flickered.
The light stretched long.
Shadows overlapped between them.
When there are many people, there are many shadows too.
When they overlap, the shape becomes blurred.
I clenched and opened my hand.
My fingers moved slowly.
A cold sensation remained.
The wrist I had touched earlier came to mind.
The feeling of bones aligning remained.
It hadn’t broken.
I drew in a breath.
The air was warm.
It’s the air inside.
Outside is cold.
Inside is warm.
There’s a boundary.
I raised my eyes.
People were visible.
All in the same place.
But their gazes are all different.
They flow overlapping.
“I’ll hold.”
I don’t know who heard.
Hands.
Gazes.
Sides.
Everything connects.
I stared intently at Yurahel.
The Summer Family’s messenger entered noisily.
Even before the door opened, laughter echoed through the corridor.
The sound spread along the walls.
I leaned my body slightly forward in the chair.
My field of vision widened.
Bright energy entered first.
The air changed.
Behind it, red hair became visible.
It was more vivid in the light.
It was Vladimir Taran.
A boy like the sun with red hair and blazing red eyes.
They said that person is one year younger than Theodor.
‘Six years old.’
That means he’s only two years younger than me.
But why is he so big?
The boy’s build was even larger than Theodor’s.
His face is as small as mine though.
He bounced up and down and waved his hands widely like someone standing in the middle of a festival.
His movements were big.
“Winter is still cold, but inside is quite warm.”
“His way of speaking is strange!”
“Shh!”
Speaking like Millayen, how strange!
But after Theodor cautioned me, he half-rose from his seat and greeted Vladimir.
“Rad, you came too?”
I quietly observed him.
My eyes slowly followed.
Taran’s red hair was vivid like flames.
Light bounced off the tips of his hair.
His eyes were a peculiar color that looked golden despite being red. Jewels? No, that just looks like fire.
And though his movements were big, they weren’t disorderly.
“His center is stable. It seems he’s received proper training?”
I heard Demian muttering.
Center. Right! I saw that center.
He discovered me and briefly narrowed his eyes.
His gaze stopped.
“Ah.”
A short exclamation.
“So that’s the child, I only heard through rumors.”
Vladimir Taran’s voice was a high pitch but husky.
Anyway, I immediately corrected him.
Cutting off his words.
“Call me by name!”
He said with a smile.
“Rumel, right?”
I nodded.
“I’ve heard the rumors about you!”
“What rumors?”
Vladimir laughed heartily as if asking how I could not know, then said.
“Ikaros finding their lost daughter has become a huge topic. The little one will probably be the biggest talking point of this Founding Festival, right?”
“Topic?”
“You’ll become a star. A star.”
He said.
I didn’t change my expression.
“Stars can be seen at night. And I’m not a star.”
I said.
“It’s daytime now.”
The boy stopped laughing for a moment, then laughed again.
“You speak really well, don’t you? More interesting than I thought!”
Nina quietly added.
“It sounds like speaking in prophecy. That’s right. Stars are things you can see at night.”
Vladimir looked at Nina.
“Can’t you do something about that roundabout way of speaking?”
Nina didn’t even respond and just smiled at me with a grin.
I recalled the invitation placed on the dining table.
The texture of the paper remained at my fingertips.
The Royal House seal.
A firmly pressed mark.
An invisible thread.
Something I could feel without touching.
‘A gathering where all the direct descendants of the Four Seasons Family come together.’
I was invited even though I’m not a direct descendant.
After counting them one by one, I asked.
“The Capital City, is there a lot to prepare?”
Vladimir nodded.
His movement wasn’t light.
“A lot.”
I asked immediately.
“How much?”
“More than you can imagine. Tremendously.”
“Why?”
Vladimir didn’t laugh.
His mouth loosened slightly.
“Because the Royal House is shaking?”
He spoke lightly, but those weren’t light words.
It seemed like others were more surprised than I was.
The direct descendants all seemed to have come with words conveyed by their Lords.
“It looks fine on the surface, but your Lord probably knows, right?”
Vladimir shrugged.
“The inside is quite complicated, all tangled up with each other, and there are too many issues that haven’t been resolved for a long time. As you know, we’re also entangled in it. Well, this time we’ll just be called once and it’ll end, but in 10 years it’ll be different.”
Complicated.
Entangled.
They overlap.
When they overlap, they become blurred.
I tilted my head.
I don’t understand what it means.
But I could understand one thing.
When there are many, they become blurred.
I opened my mouth.
“Light.”
Vladimir’s gaze stopped for a moment.
His eyes fixed on me.
“Light?”
He repeated.
A bit slowly.
“There’s a lot of light.”
I said.
Nina laughed quietly.
“You really can smell divine power, it’s not just seeing.”
He said.
Vladimir took a step closer.
The floor resonated softly.
“What kind of smell?”
He asked.
I looked straight at him.
I didn’t avoid his eyes.
“Cold.”
He blinked for a moment.
Once, slowly.
“Summer is warm though.”
He said.
I shook my head.
“Not you.”
“Then who?”
He asked.
I raised my hand.
I moved slowly.
I pointed to the end of the dining table.
“The Daytime Palace.”
Millayen put down his cup.
A short sound.
Glass touched.
“Good. First, how much does Summer know?”
He said.
His voice was low.
Vladimir answered without erasing his playful expression.
“That the Emperor is trying to bring out more sacred objects, everything that’s been hidden.”
“The purpose.”
Millayen asked.
“Tell me what the Summer Lord speculates.”
“There’s the showing-off aspect, but more than that, he might do something crazy. In extreme cases, he might try to kill all of us, and also.”
“Also?”
He said.
He cut it short.
He glanced at me.
Our gazes brushed past each other.
“And then they confirm. Whether it’s real or not.”
I exhaled evenly.
The word confirmation keeps coming up.
The same word repeats.
I tapped the edge of the dining table with my fingertips.
Tap.
Tap.
A small sound came out.
“What happens after the confirmation ends?”
Vladimir fell silent for a moment.
His mouth closed.
His smile grew thin.
It diminished a little.
“It might not end, since it’s not something that finishes in one go.”
He said.
I understood.
It doesn’t end in one go.
It continues on.
Interest repeats.
I said quietly.
“Then it’s no fun.”
Theodor looked at me in surprise.
His eyes widened.
“Why?”
He asked.
I answered.
“Once is enough!”
Vladimir burst into laughter.
The sound spread loudly.
“I like you! That kind of simplicity is the best! Ahahahaha!”
He placed his hand on his waist.
“Summer loves flames, you see. Things that burn fast and hot!”
I tilted my head.
“Fire is hot though. Is hot good?”
I said.
My fingertips became a little warm.
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Hot things don’t last long. They disappear quickly.”
I said immediately.
“Cold is the best! It lasts long!”
Winter Castle is the best.
Then Nina, who had been quietly watching, stared at me intently.
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