Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 38
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Chapter 38
The thin fingertips were sharply alive at their ends.
That hand tried to reach under the bed.
The fingers came down below.
They scratched deeper into the darkness.
My mind went blank.
My thoughts cut off all at once.
A four-year-old’s mind can’t handle complex thoughts for long.
It can’t grasp multiple things simultaneously.
So I did the easiest thing.
I grabbed what was within reach.
I didn’t look around any further.
There was a small broom under the bed.
Something pushed into a corner.
Something a servant had left while cleaning.
I gripped that broom handle tightly.
My palm wrapped around the wood.
The handle was bigger than my hand.
My fingers couldn’t reach all the way around.
But I still held it.
I put more strength into it.
And I swung it toward that hand.
Without stopping.
Thud.
A light impact was transmitted.
Since it hit the tip of a glove, it probably didn’t hurt much.
The force wasn’t sufficient.
But it was surprising.
It must have been from an unexpected direction.
The Black-Clad Person drew in a breath.
It was cut short.
“What’s this.”
I spoke immediately.
Without stopping.
“I’m here.”
My voice trembled.
It shook from within.
But I spoke clearly.
The words didn’t fall apart.
Theodor grabbed my hand and shouted.
His hand covered mine.
“We’re here!”
We were screwed.
The sound was too loud.
The air in the room shook.
The Black-Clad Person came around to the side of the bed.
His movements became faster.
He tried to flip over the bed.
His hand grabbed the mattress and pulled.
Then the door burst open with a bang.
The door slammed against the wall.
Lermiel entered.
His footsteps didn’t stop.
Light clung to the tip of his sword.
A thin light stretched long like a line.
And Demian.
Demian didn’t draw his sword.
He didn’t remove his hand from his waist.
Instead, he raised his hand.
His palm faced upward.
Winter’s magic gathered in his palm.
The air immediately cooled.
Cold energy swept through the room.
It spread along the floor.
The Black-Clad Person’s movements became sluggish.
As if his joints were stiffening.
As if his feet were stuck to the floor.
Lermiel spoke in a low voice.
His sword tip pointed precisely.
“Move and you die.”
The Black-Clad Person laughed.
Even though his mouth wasn’t visible, the laughter could be heard.
“I don’t mind dying.”
Hearing those words, I got goosebumps.
My back went cold.
Saying it doesn’t matter turns a person into an object.
It removes their value.
Demian spoke forcefully.
His voice was firm.
“Then we’ll tie you up.”
He folded and unfolded his hand once.
His fingers moved slowly.
Frost rose from the floor and wrapped around the Black-Clad Person’s ankles.
White ice spread rapidly.
The Black-Clad Person staggered.
His balance wavered for a moment.
That’s when I crawled out from under the bed.
I came out from darkness into light.
My knees touched the floor.
A hard sensation came up.
It hurt.
Briefly and clearly.
But I didn’t stop.
The bottle containing my blood.
The red liquid swayed thinly inside the glass.
It gleamed subtly as it caught the light.
The Black-Clad Person tried to drop the bottle.
His wrist twisted and his strength gave out.
I reflexively reached out my hand.
My body moved before my thoughts could catch up.
My hands are short.
My arms don’t reach far enough.
The bottle is far away.
Even though it looks close to my eyes, my hands can’t reach it.
So I ran.
I pushed off with my feet.
The floor was wet.
My feet slipped.
My soles slid and my balance crumbled.
Even as I fell, I stretched out my hand.
My body leaned forward.
My fingertips touched the bottle.
The cold touch of glass brushed against me.
The bottle rolled away.
It moved in a circle along the floor.
Lermiel struck the floor with his sword.
The metal hit the floor hard.
The bottle stopped before it could roll further.
The glass bottle made a clang sound.
It was a short, clear ring.
That sound made my heart thump.
My chest rang loudly from inside.
Theodor came behind me sobbing and wrapped around me.
Small arms covered my shoulders.
“Idiot!”
He said.
His breath trembled.
“You could get hurt doing that!”
I answered while gasping for breath.
My breathing was uneven.
“Mine.”
I said it in short, broken words.
Demian stood in front of me and lifted me up.
His hands grabbed my sides.
In his arms, my feet floated in the air.
The floor grew distant.
I flailed around.
My feet stepped on air.
“Put me down!”
I said.
My voice got louder.
Demian spoke in a low voice.
His voice was firmly pressed down.
“Not right now.”
Lermiel twisted the black-clad person’s wrist and snatched away the bottle.
The wrist bent and the strength left it.
The black-clad person bared their teeth.
The inside of their mouth was visible.
“The blood of immortality is a sacred relic of the Empire.”
His words fell clearly.
When I heard those words, my mouth moved first.
My thoughts followed after.
“My blood is my body.”
The words didn’t break off.
My voice trembled.
But I said it to the end.
“Not a sacred relic.”
The black-clad person looked at me.
His gaze pierced straight through.
Those eyes were like a hungry beast.
Eyes that wanted to tear something apart.
I shrank back.
My shoulders curled inward.
I am four years old.
My eyes widen, my hands shake, my breathing quickens.
My heart starts beating first.
Even so, I didn’t avoid those eyes.
I didn’t turn my head away.
In Demian’s arms, what I can do is speak.
I spoke clearly and distinctly.
My tongue moved slowly.
“Go away!”
The black-clad person laughed.
Short and low.
“Child.”
He sneered.
The sound stretched out thinly.
“You won’t last long.”
Those words stabbed my chest.
Something inside flinched once.
I didn’t know.
Whether I last long.
That doesn’t exist yet.
But there was one thing I knew.
Here, no one abandons me.
No hands let go of me.
So I ended up saying it.
Taking a bigger breath.
“I have family!”
Theodor sobbed and shouted.
Tears fell.
“That’s right!”
Lermiel’s eyes wavered for just a brief moment.
His quietly still gaze shook once.
Strength entered Demian’s arms.
He held me more firmly.
The black-clad person couldn’t say more.
His mouth closed.
The frost on the floor climbed up to his legs.
White ice spread slowly but without stopping.
He knelt down.
His knees touched the floor.
Lermiel spoke quietly.
The sword was still pointed at him.
“Who sent you.”
The black-clad person gritted his teeth.
His jaw hardened.
Instead of answering, he laughed.
An empty laugh.
Lermiel raised his head and spoke toward the door.
His gaze turned outside.
“High Priest.”
He didn’t call that name.
He just stated it as a word.
With weight behind it.
Demian added in a low voice.
“The Royal House too.”
I only understood half of those words.
I could hear the words, but they didn’t all connect.
But I knew the feeling.
There were many outside.
Many things moving.
There were few inside.
The people here right now.
Those few were us.
I looked at Lermiel from Demian’s arms.
He was catching his breath while holding the bottle in his hand.
His shoulders moved very slightly.
The blood in the bottle swayed.
The red color rippled inside the glass.
I didn’t like that swaying.
It was mine, but it didn’t look like mine.
So I reached out my hand.
I extended my short arm forward.
“Give it to me.”
Lermiel paused for a moment.
The bottle in his hand trembled very slightly.
“This is dangerous.”
His voice was low and firm.
I raised my head and spoke.
Without avoiding his eyes.
“It’s mine.”
I said it curtly.
I didn’t make my words long.
Lermiel slowly moved the bottle toward me.
His movement was careful.
The liquid inside the glass bottle swayed again.
Demian caught my hand.
His palm covered my hand.
“Your hands are still a baby’s.”
His words were low but clear.
I bit my lips.
My teeth touched them lightly.
He was right.
My hands were small.
My strength was weak too.
So I could drop it.
If it hit the floor, it might break.
I thought for a moment and then spoke.
My thinking didn’t take long.
“Then.”
I looked at Demian.
I raised my eyes directly to his.
“Brother, you hold it.”
I said the words together.
Demian hesitated.
His hand paused for a moment.
And then he smiled just a little.
The corners of his mouth lifted briefly.
That smile disappeared quickly.
He became firm again.
“Alright.”
He took the bottle.
The bottle was transferred from Lermiel’s hand.
I watched it and exhaled.
My chest settled down a little.
The black-clad person was dragged away from the floor.
His body was pulled backward.
The frost on his ankles scraped along making a rustling sound.
The ice scratched the floor.
The door closed, and the room became quiet again.
The sound was cut off all at once.
Only then did my legs start to tremble.
My strength drained away.
My body was small, so when tension lasted long, I quickly lost strength.
The researchers had said my endurance time was short.
I lowered my head in Demian’s arms.
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