Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

 

My vision narrowed briefly.

 

“I saw it.”

 

He said.

 

I slowed my steps.

 

I reduced my stride.

 

My feet are short.

 

I had to navigate around the large strides.

 

I brushed between people’s clothes.

 

People looked down at me.

 

Gazes fell from above.

 

Murmuring started again.

 

Low, but continuing without end.

 

“That child.”

 

“Earlier in front of the Emperor.”

 

I didn’t raise my head.

 

I kept my gaze close to the floor.

 

Theodor suddenly shouted.

 

His voice stood out a little louder than the surroundings.

 

“Rumel, look over there!”

 

What his finger pointed to was a large cake.

 

A white decoration stacked in layers, placed toward the center of the banquet hall.

 

The cream sparkled softly in the light.

 

I stopped briefly.

 

My feet stopped in place.

 

There was a sweet smell.

 

I wasn’t sure if I was hungry or not.

 

It felt like my stomach was empty, but also like it wasn’t.

 

However, the smell was good.

 

The sweet, soft fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose, briefly pushing away the other smells in the banquet hall.

 

Then one priest approached near the cake.

 

He passed naturally between people, matching his steps to avoid drawing attention.

 

His hand very naturally brushed over the decoration.

 

The motion of brushing over the cream was so light that you’d miss it unless you watched deliberately.

 

I narrowed my eyes.

 

I focused a little more on the direction the light was reflecting.

 

Below the decoration, I saw a very thin silver line.

 

Like a thread that could barely be revealed only when catching the light.

 

I pulled Theodor’s hand.

 

I didn’t pull his hand hard, but made him stop clearly.

 

“Don’t eat it.”

 

I said quietly.

 

“Why?”

 

He asked.

 

His hand was still directed toward the cake.

 

“That’s strange.”

 

I said while continuing to look at the cake.

 

Lermiel approached closely.

 

He quietly squeezed in between people.

 

“What is it.”

 

He asked.

 

I pointed at the cake.

 

My finger pointed precisely below the decoration.

 

“Thread.”

 

I said.

 

Lermiel’s eyes swept below the decoration.

 

His gaze passed once, then returned again.

 

He paused for a moment.

 

His breath stopped very slightly.

 

And he said quietly.

 

“There, stop.”

 

His voice was small, but firm.

 

It pressed down on the surrounding air.

 

The nearby attendants hesitated.

 

The motion of reaching out stopped in place.

 

Two Royal Palace knights approached.

 

Footsteps quickly drew near.

 

“What’s the matter.”

 

The knight asked.

 

His gaze went back and forth between the cake and us.

 

Lermiel pointed at the cake.

 

His fingertip pointed precisely below the decoration.

 

“Check it.”

 

He said.

 

The knight hesitated briefly then reached out his hand.

 

He carefully removed the decoration.

 

The sound of cream collapsing came quietly.

 

A silver thread extended long.

 

The line that started below the decoration continued along the side of the cake.

 

Its end was directed toward the crystal column.

 

The invisible path was revealed.

 

I swallowed my breath.

 

Inside my chest contracted once.

 

“It’s connected.”

 

I said.

 

Lermiel nodded his head.

 

His eyes sank more coldly.

 

“It would have reacted the moment someone ate it.”

 

He said.

 

The knight’s face hardened.

 

His expression hardened quickly.

 

“Priesthood!”

 

He shouted.

 

His voice spread throughout the entire banquet hall.

 

The banquet hall shook once again.

 

People’s gazes converged all at once.

 

Several priests moved as if flustered.

 

Robes fluttered and footsteps crossed.

 

However, two of them had already disappeared.

 

It was movement prepared from the beginning.

 

I immediately looked toward the corridor.

 

My gaze moved quickly.

 

The piece of cloth buried in the snow.

 

Bait.

 

Lines connected in my head.

 

“I’m going.”

 

My body started moving first.

 

Theodor was startled.

 

His hand gripped tighter.

 

“Where?”

 

He asked.

 

“Outside.”

 

I answered immediately.

 

Lermiel looked at me.

 

His gaze came down deeply.

 

“It’s dangerous right now.”

 

He said.

 

I shook my head.

 

Without hesitation.

 

“If not now, it’ll be too late.”

 

I turned my body.

 

I quickly slipped through the people.

 

My legs are short so I can’t run fast.

 

My stride is small.

 

But I know the direction.

 

The path is already drawn in my head.

 

Passing through the corridor, I pushed the small door.

 

The door opened quickly.

 

Cold air hit my face again.

 

My breath cooled all at once.

 

There were already more footprints on the snow.

 

New traces were overlapping.

 

Traces of two priests.

 

The hastily stamped marks were uneven.

 

I wrinkled my nose.

 

I took a short breath.

 

The smell of crystal powder became stronger.

 

It was clearer than inside the banquet hall.

 

“Here.”

 

I pointed with my finger.

 

I precisely indicated the direction the traces continued.

 

Theodor was breathing heavily.

 

His breathing became rough.

 

“Rumel, wait!”

 

He shouted.

 

Lermiel grabbed his shoulder.

 

He stopped moving.

 

“I’ll go.”

 

He said.

 

I shook my head.

 

Quickly, firmly.

 

“No.”

 

I said.

 

I pointed at the snow.

 

I pointed at the ground mixed with footprints and powder.

 

“Mine.”

 

I said.

 

Lermiel’s eyes deepened for a moment.

 

His thoughts settled down once more.

 

“You are four years old.”

 

He said in a low voice.

 

I answered immediately.

 

Without hesitation.

 

“I am No. 1!”

 

My voice echoed softly in the air.

 

The cold air cut the sound short.

 

I ran toward the wall.

 

My feet sank deep into the snow.

 

The snow caved in.

 

My foot got stuck.

 

My balance wavered.

 

I pressed my hands against the ground.

 

As my palms touched the snow, coldness immediately rose up.

 

Cold.

 

But I didn’t stop.

 

I pushed my body forward again.

 

Under the wall, the place I had buried it.

 

The snow had been dug up.

 

The covered surface had collapsed.

 

The piece of cloth was gone.

 

I took a breath.

 

But deeply.

 

The smell is stronger.

 

Crystal powder, and the very faint smell of blood.

 

I looked up at the top of the wall.

 

I slowly raised my gaze to the low wall covered in snow.

 

Cold air brushed my eyelids, and the faint light reflected on the snow shook my vision.

 

A dark shadow passed over it.

 

It was a form passing momentarily. But it was definitely there.

 

Lermiel shouted low from behind.

 

It was a sound pushed out urgently, while holding his breath.

 

“Above!”

 

I raised my head.

 

My neck tilted back and my gaze rose higher.

 

A shadow crossed over the wall.

 

The body lifted lightly, then fell onto the snow.

 

There was almost no landing sound.

 

A small bottle was held in the hand.

 

It was a glass bottle.

 

Inside the bottle, red liquid.

 

The color was vivid even in the darkness.

 

My blood.

 

I lowered my body.

 

I bent my knees and lowered my center of gravity.

 

As soon as the shadow landed, he shook the bottle.

 

The liquid inside the glass swayed and caught the light.

 

The crystal powder reacted.

 

Silver lines spread across the snow.

 

Thin lines moved like they were spreading across the snow’s surface.

 

I squeezed my eyes shut.

 

The light spread all at once.

 

It’s not cold.

 

The sensation touching my skin wasn’t ice, but something else.

 

Warm.

 

But that warmth was strange.

 

An unpleasant warmth.

 

A feeling like it was digging into my flesh, seeping inside.

 

I exhaled.

 

Short and low, I pushed out the air.

 

“I don’t like it.”

 

I said.

 

The shadow looked at me.

 

His head slowly tilted as his gaze fixed precisely on me.

 

“Caught you.”

 

He whispered.

 

His voice was low, mixed with an unhappy kind of joy.

 

I shook my head.

 

Firmly.

 

“No.”

 

I said.

 

I raised my hand and grabbed the snow.

 

The snow compressed in my palm, creating moisture.

 

And I lightly bit my palm.

 

My teeth pressed against the skin just a little.

 

Just a little.

 

Blood beaded up.

 

A red dot slowly rose.

 

I let that blood drop onto the snow.

 

The small droplet soaked into the snow.

 

The silver lines wavered.

 

The direction they were spreading shifted.

 

The shadow hesitated.

 

His body stiffened for just a moment.

 

I spoke clearly.

 

“My blood! Listens to me.”

 

The crystal powder lost its direction.

 

The silver lines became disheveled.

 

The lines that had been connecting in one direction split and broke.

 

The shadow’s face hardened.

 

His eyes narrowed.

 

“Undead…”

 

He muttered.

 

I raised my head.

 

I lifted my gaze upward.

 

“I am No. 1!”

 

It was a small voice.

 

But the silver light remaining on the snow trembled slightly as if responding to those words.

 

Lermiel shouted as he leaped over the wall.

 

His body crossed over the wall, cutting through the air as he fell.

 

“Stop!”

 

The Royal Palace knights followed behind him.

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