Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 28
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Chapter 28
And he spoke while sending a calm gaze.
“Winter must be endured, you know. For a long time at that.”
Yurahel laughed lowly.
The sound was chilling.
“You’re right. That we must endure.”
He slowly rolled the words around in his mouth.
“No!”
“Hm?”
Yurahel tilted his head while looking at me.
“Spring said to wait. Millayen said so!”
I wanted to tell Yurahel that since he was spring, he didn’t need to endure but wait.
His eyes grew slightly dim.
“You just need to wait!”
I said.
Yurahel’s eyes wavered for a moment.
The light trembled thinly.
“Will what we’re waiting for actually happen?”
I nodded my head.
The higher a castle is, the less you can see inside.
‘Like that castle.’
When I looked up, I could actually see a tall castle.
The walls stretched up lengthily.
I couldn’t see the end.
The lines continued while being blocked off.
I raised my eyes a little higher.
Still, I couldn’t see inside.
The carriage door opened.
The hinges rang out briefly.
Instead of cold air, humid air entered.
It touched heavily.
The smell of people was mixed in.
It wasn’t light.
I stepped down.
It wasn’t slippery.
Ground where footprints don’t remain because there’s no snow.
Not good.
Without traces, you don’t know who went where.
I pressed down with my toes once more.
Still nothing remained.
It gets erased.
It disappears immediately.
Vladimir whistled beside me.
It was a short, light sound.
“How grand? This is truly befitting of the Capital City.”
He said.
Nina slowly looked around the surroundings.
Her gaze moved softly.
“There are so many sounds that they overlap when I hear them.”
He said.
Yurahel saved his words.
Only his eyes moved.
Millayen and Demian walked ahead.
Their steps were steady.
They didn’t waver.
I took Theodor’s hand.
This time I grabbed it first.
The hand touched small.
“Don’t let go.”
I said lowly.
I suppressed my voice.
“Yeah, I won’t let go.”
He answered briefly.
Strength entered his hand.
* * *
As we entered the Palace, the white uniforms of the Priesthood came into view.
White cloth filled the corridor completely.
It swayed softly with each movement.
Instead of candlesticks, crystal columns stood in rows.
Transparent columns continued in a line.
Light gently rotated within them.
It moved slowly.
It overlapped.
I stopped walking.
My feet stuck to the floor.
“There are many.”
I muttered.
Nina whispered beside me.
The sound was small.
“The directions are all over the place.”
“Yeah.”
I nodded my head.
The light was softer than the manor’s sacred objects.
It was less irritating.
However, there were many of them.
When they overlap, it becomes different.
It seeped in from various directions.
From the front, from the sides, from above.
I breathed a little more slowly.
Inhale, pause, exhale.
When you get used to it, you can distinguish them.
Gaps become visible between the overlapping things.
Then a boy approached from the end of the corridor.
His steps were quiet.
Black hair and golden eyes.
Neat royal uniform.
The lines were straight.
His eyes were deep, and his smile was thin.
The corners of his mouth barely moved.
It was a face I was seeing for the first time.
I don’t remember.
However, the way he walked wasn’t unfamiliar.
Steps that avoided the center.
He didn’t come straight forward.
A distance that didn’t step forward yet didn’t fall behind.
He stepped slightly aside.
Yet he wasn’t fast.
He stopped in front of us.
The distance was precise.
“Welcome, House of the Four Seasons.”
His voice was calm.
Not high.
I looked up at him.
My gaze went upward.
He looked at me once, then looked at Millayen again.
The order was natural.
His manners were precise.
There was no disorder.
“I am Remiel Amaranth. I arrived first and was waiting.”
So he doesn’t live here?
I held my breath.
I don’t know why, but just for a very brief moment.
‘Amaranth?’
True Royal House bloodline.
I had only heard that name in rumors.
Only knew it by word of mouth.
I looked at him more closely.
I didn’t take my eyes off him.
His eyes were different from the messenger’s.
He doesn’t appraise value.
He doesn’t choose.
Instead, he reads.
He doesn’t scan all at once.
He looks piece by piece.
Lermiel’s gaze returned to me.
Very briefly.
I spoke first.
“I’m Rumel!”
He nodded.
The movement was small.
“I know.”
I narrowed my eyes.
Squinted them a little.
“How?”
Lermiel didn’t answer immediately.
Silence came first.
Instead, he scanned the surroundings once.
Priesthood, knights, servants.
He reads the flow.
“Rumors travel fast, especially this time.”
His words were safe.
A common reason.
But his eyes were different.
I took a short breath.
His gaze wasn’t uncomfortable.
It didn’t press down.
It was strange.
The messenger’s eyes coldly grazed my skin.
They scraped thinly over my flesh and passed by.
They touched and immediately fell away.
These eyes, they stop.
They don’t pass by.
They remain.
Theodor interrupted.
He leaned forward.
“Who are you?”
His voice rang out clearly.
Lermiel bowed his head toward him.
The angle was precise.
“I am a member of the Royal House.”
I asked immediately.
“The Crown Prince?”
Lermiel’s eyes wavered very slightly.
Really just a little.
It was barely visible.
“I’m merely a stand-in, so please treat me comfortably.”
He spoke calmly.
His breathing didn’t waver.
A stand-in.
I rolled it slowly in my head.
Someone who stands in place of another.
He fills a position in someone’s stead.
I stood in place of the dead.
He also stands in someone’s place.
We briefly met each other’s gaze.
It wasn’t long.
A short time.
But it was enough to recognize each other.
We overlap.
We’re the same kind.
Lermiel spoke first.
“Until the Founding Festival, I will be in charge of guidance.”
His words flowed smoothly.
Millayen nodded.
The movement was small.
“Your Highness, thank you for your trouble.”
He said.
Lermiel nodded, then stepped back.
I watched the direction he retreated to.
Near the Pillar of the Clergy.
It was the place with the most light.
Several crystals were layered on top of each other.
He did not avoid that light.
And he was surrounded by an atmosphere that had quietly settled like a night of heavy snowfall.
I quietly muttered.
“I don’t know. The Capital City is a bit boring.”
Nina laughed softly.
It was a sound mixed with breath.
“We haven’t even started yet? We just entered.”
He said.
I raised my head.
My gaze went up.
Lermiel glanced at me once more.
Very briefly.
Something very faint crossed those eyes.
Something that was neither wariness nor curiosity.
And only much later would we be able to know what it was.
* * *
Following Lermiel’s guidance, we moved into the inner Palace.
The corridor was long, and the ceiling was high.
The end was far away.
Crystals were embedded in each column.
Light rotated inside them.
The light was uniform, but somehow artificial.
Same brightness.
Same color.
I matched my pace while scanning the surroundings.
The Priesthood stood like walls.
White gloves, neat expressions, steady breathing.
All the same.
Trained order.
No disorder.
Lermiel was walking ahead when he slowed down a little.
His steps matched mine.
So he would be side by side with me.
He spoke without looking to the side.
“This is your first time in the Capital City.”
His voice was low.
“First time!”
I answered briefly.
“Are you uncomfortable? Being in an unfamiliar place.”
He asked.
I thought for a moment.
I felt my breathing.
It wasn’t shallow.
Discomfort makes breathing shallow.
Not now.
“No. I’m not uncomfortable, but it’s noisy.”
I corrected myself.
Lermiel’s lips moved very slightly.
It was barely visible.
“It gets better when you’re used to it. It sounds louder the first time.”
He said.
“Are you used to it?”
I said immediately.
“I’m used to it. Excessively so.”
His answer came without hesitation.
Unbroken.
‘He said he was a substitute.’
I asked.
“Your position, you said it wasn’t yours. Right?”
Lermiel’s steps slowed by half a beat.
Just a little.
“That’s right. This position is not mine.”
He spoke calmly.
His breathing didn’t waver either.
“Then why are you there?”
I asked again.
I didn’t take my eyes off him.
“Because it’s necessary. Because it’s a position that can’t be left empty.”
He said.
‘Necessary.’
If necessary, you live.
If not necessary, you disappear.
At the end of the corridor, a Royal Attendant approached.
His steps weren’t fast.
There was hardly any sound of footsteps.
He bowed his head only to Lermiel.
The angle was deep.
“Your Highness, His Majesty wishes to see you briefly.”
His voice was low.
Lermiel’s gaze briefly touched me.
“I’ll go soon.”
He answered briefly.
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