Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

 

The light shifted thinly.

 

“Yes.”

 

He answered honestly.

 

He didn’t hide his breath.

 

I closed my lips at those words.

 

They’re after my blood.

 

I already knew that.

 

I had expected it.

 

It had crossed my mind several times.

 

But seeing it in reality, it was more unpleasant.

 

The smell lingered.

 

Theodor pulled my hand.

 

My hand was drawn upward.

 

“Rumel, let’s go to our home.”

 

He said.

 

His voice was small.

 

I briefly stopped breathing at those words.

 

Stopped for a short moment.

 

Our home.

 

Those words strangely remained in my heart.

 

They weren’t light.

 

Lermiel spoke in a low voice.

 

His voice was quiet.

 

“To return, we must get through tonight.”

 

I nodded my head.

 

Slowly.

 

Tonight.

 

And tomorrow.

 

The Founding Festival hasn’t even started yet.

 

There’s a long way ahead.

 

I looked at Lermiel again.

 

I raised my gaze.

 

“You.”

 

I called out.

 

Cut it short.

 

He lifted his head.

 

His eyes turned toward me.

 

“Are you also having your blood taken?”

 

I asked.

 

Lermiel was silent for a moment.

 

His breath stopped.

 

And he spoke very quietly.

 

It was barely audible.

 

“Right now, my blood is not being taken.”

 

That meant it was taken before!

 

“That’s bad!”

 

I clenched my hand.

 

My fingers gathered inward.

 

My hand is small.

 

It looks small.

 

But I know.

 

Even small hands can hold on.

 

Can avoid letting go.

 

I spoke forcefully.

 

“Today, I’ll be watching!”

 

Lermiel looked at me.

 

His gaze didn’t waver.

 

In those eyes, for a moment, just a moment, a sense of kinship flickered.

 

It overlapped.

 

Eventually, he quietly nodded his head.

 

The air in the corridor was thinner than in the banquet hall.

 

Breathing became lighter.

 

Music flowed along the walls, then gently broke here.

 

The sound diminished.

 

I approached the window.

 

My feet moved quietly.

 

The snow in the courtyard lay low.

 

It was spread thinly.

 

Footprints were tangled in multiple layers.

 

Lines overlapped.

 

Someone had deliberately stepped over the same paths.

 

Made them blurry.

 

I looked down at the ground and spoke.

 

My gaze turned downward.

 

“They mixed them.”

 

Lermiel answered quietly from beside me.

 

Almost no sound came out.

 

“The traces.”

 

He said.

 

I nodded my head.

 

Once, briefly.

 

Theodor rested his chin on the window frame and asked.

 

He leaned his body forward.

 

“Who.”

 

He asked.

 

I didn’t answer right away.

 

I breathed in a little more.

 

Instead, I smelled the air.

 

Perfume flowing from the banquet hall and the smell of ink spreading from the end of the corridor overlapped.

 

The two mixed together.

 

Ink means records.

 

Records mean people.

 

“The Priesthood.”

 

Lermiel’s eyes narrowed.

 

The light diminished.

 

“The evidence is.”

 

When he asked, I pointed below the window frame.

 

My finger pointed downward.

 

Very fine powder remained on the snow.

 

They were scattered.

 

They don’t sparkle.

 

They don’t reflect light.

 

But they eat light.

 

They absorb it.

 

“This.”

 

I said.

 

“It looks like crystal powder.”

 

Lermiel reached out and rubbed the powder.

 

His fingertip touched it.

 

A faint light brushed across his fingertip.

 

It spread briefly.

 

He immediately wiped it off with his sleeve.

 

He erased the traces.

 

“It has the same properties as the crystal columns in the banquet hall.”

 

He said.

 

I nodded.

 

Theodor’s eyes widened.

 

“Then we must have been recorded too? We’ll be on record!”

 

I shook my head.

 

Slowly from side to side.

 

Because someone in my head said no.

 

“I wasn’t recorded.”

 

“How can you be so certain?”

 

Lermiel’s voice continued in a low tone.

 

I raised my hand and placed it on my chest.

 

My palm touched the fabric.

 

“Inside me, different. It doesn’t stick.”

 

I said.

 

He looked at me for a moment and smiled slightly.

 

Only the corners of his mouth moved just a little.

 

“An enviable constitution. That’s not common.”

 

He said.

 

I didn’t smile.

 

I kept my mouth shut.

 

The word “enviable” usually hurts.

 

Even when said lightly, it lingers.

 

I walked to the end of the corridor.

 

I reduced my footsteps.

 

One door was closed.

 

The surface was smooth.

 

The handle was very slightly wet.

 

Light was thinly smeared on it.

 

I didn’t touch it.

 

I stopped my hand.

 

Instead, I listened carefully.

 

I leaned my body slightly.

 

From inside came the sound of pages turning.

 

A rustling sound.

 

And a low voice.

 

“It’s confirmed.”

 

Another voice.

 

“Blood is needed.”

 

I stepped away from the door.

 

I pulled my foot back.

 

Lermiel read my expression.

 

His gaze immediately fixed on me.

 

“Is someone inside?”

 

He asked.

 

I didn’t hesitate.

 

“Two people. Priesthood is there!”

 

“Priesthood. Is that plural? Multiple people?”

 

Lermiel asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“What do we do.”

 

Theodor whispered.

 

I looked down at the bottom of the door.

 

My gaze turned to the floor.

 

No light is leaking out.

 

The gap is dark.

 

They’re not using magic.

 

Not right now.

 

They’re just organizing with words.

 

I spoke in a low voice.

 

I reduced my breathing.

 

“I’m listening.”

 

Lermiel tilted his head.

 

His eyes turned toward me.

 

“It’s dangerous.”

 

He said.

 

“They’re trying to hunt the direct bloodlines under the Daytime Emperor’s orders. No, not the direct bloodlines, they’re trying to catch Rumel.”

 

I shook my head.

 

Slowly.

 

“The danger is inside! I’m fine.”

 

I pressed my body against the wall.

 

I pressed my shoulder against it.

 

The voices from the door crack became a little clearer.

 

The distance decreased.

 

“Report to His Majesty the Emperor.”

 

“Immortal blood is difficult to preserve long-term.”

 

“So tonight.”

 

I stopped breathing.

 

I stopped briefly.

 

Tonight.

 

The word remained.

 

Lermiel’s hand very quietly touched my shoulder.

 

He pressed lightly.

 

I raised my head.

 

I lifted my gaze.

 

He only moved his lips.

 

Stop.

 

I shook my head.

 

Not yet.

 

The sound of a chair being pushed came from inside the door.

 

It wasn’t rough.

 

I quickly pulled away and retreated behind a corridor column.

 

My small body made it easy to move.

 

Lermiel and Theodor also hid with me.

 

We crouched down.

 

The door opened.

 

A small sound echoed.

 

Two priests came out.

 

White robes were visible first.

 

Their faces were ordinary.

 

No expression.

 

But their eyes moved quickly.

 

They scanned the surroundings.

 

I steadied my breathing.

 

Inhaled, then exhaled.

 

They crossed the corridor and headed toward the opposite side of the banquet hall.

 

Their steps were steady.

 

I came out from behind the column.

 

I straightened up.

 

Lermiel spoke quietly.

 

His voice was thin.

 

“You heard them say tonight, didn’t you.”

 

“I heard.”

 

I answered briefly.

 

“They’ll move. Quickly.”

 

He said.

 

I nodded.

 

I confirmed.

 

“We move first!”

 

Lermiel looked at me.

 

His gaze stopped.

 

“What’s your plan.”

 

He asked.

 

I thought for a moment.

 

Paused briefly.

 

Plans are always simple.

 

If they’re complicated, you’re too late.

 

I held out my hand to show him.

 

I spread my palm.

 

“If we’re seen, we’re caught.”

 

I said.

 

“So we have to go!”

 

I added briefly.

 

Theodor blinked.

 

Twice, quickly.

 

“Where to.”

 

He asked.

 

I pointed outside the window.

 

My finger pointed outward.

 

“We go where the snow is falling.”

 

I said.

 

Lermiel drew in a short breath.

 

The movement was very small.

 

“You mean to go outside.”

 

He asked.

 

I nodded.

 

Firmly.

 

“Now.”

 

I said.

 

I didn’t delay.

 

“Why go now?”

 

He asked.

 

His gaze deepened.

 

“To record, at the banquet hall!”

 

I said without lowering the hand that pointed toward the window.

 

My fingertip trembled slightly as it stayed still, and wind swept over the snow covering the courtyard, making thin snow powder rise into the air before settling down again.

 

“What if we get caught?”

 

Theodor asked, lifting his head. His breath came out in short puffs, white vapor scattering in front of his mouth.

 

Lermiel pondered for a moment. His eyes dropped down very briefly before rising back to us, and in that short time his expression settled as if his calculations were complete.

 

Then he reached a conclusion. His face showed no more hesitation.

 

“I’ll divert the guards.”

 

He said. It was a low voice but pressed down firmly.

 

I tilted my head. Looking at his face from a bit closer, I checked to see if his eyes were wavering.

 

“Why are you helping?”

 

I asked. Without mixing in my breath.

 

He smiled briefly. The corners of his mouth lifted just a little before quickly returning to their original position.

 

“Because I also dislike what’s going to happen tonight.”

 

He said. It could have sounded light, but the weight that remained in the air was not light at all.

 

Those words didn’t scatter like snow but settled down as they were. I didn’t ask any more.

 

It was already enough.

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