Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

 

Even amidst the exchanged words, he remained apart.

 

His hands were hidden inside his sleeves.

 

The fabric covered his wrists.

 

I hated those sleeves.

 

What’s hidden usually hurts.

 

If it’s visible, you can stop it, but if it’s hidden, you’re too late.

 

Nina approached Yurahel and spoke to him quietly.

 

Her steps were slow, and she made no sound when she stopped.

 

Their voices couldn’t be heard well.

 

They were drowned out by the sounds of people.

 

But the scent moved.

 

It caught not my eyes, but my nose.

 

The smell of marking water had become a little clearer from Yurahel’s direction.

 

I felt the tip of my tongue turn bitter.

 

The inside of my mouth felt bitter as if it had dried up.

 

Yesterday’s intruder.

 

Today’s ceremony.

 

The basement door.

 

And Yurahel.

 

These connected in a single line.

 

They connected without breaking.

 

Demian took my hand.

 

His hand quietly wrapped around mine.

 

“Don’t get close, watching comes first right now. If we’re caught, it’s over.”

 

I nodded my head.

 

But firmly.

 

If we get close, we’ll be caught.

 

If we’re caught, Yurahel will be in more danger.

 

I’m four years old, so I hate hearing rules like “don’t get close.”

 

I hate the feeling of being blocked.

 

But right now, even if I hate it, I have to follow it.

 

Just a little bit, but I was proud of myself.

 

A servant passed in front of us carrying a silver tray.

 

The silver light flashed into my eyes and immediately scattered.

 

The glass cups clinked.

 

Thin sounds continued as they collided with each other.

 

At that sound, my heart sank with a thud.

 

The inside collapsed once.

 

Glass bottle.

 

Something contained within something transparent.

 

Blood.

 

Last night flashed back to me.

 

The red thing held in my hand, the swaying light, the moment when I couldn’t breathe.

 

My fingertips suddenly turned cold.

 

My skin cooled and stuck together.

 

Demian squeezed my hand once.

 

Tightly.

 

Short and firm.

 

That one squeeze caught my heart.

 

What was scattering stopped.

 

I took a deep breath.

 

I inhaled deeply through my nose and slowly exhaled.

 

Yurahel suddenly turned around.

 

His body, which had been against the window, came away.

 

He headed toward the banquet hall exit.

 

His steps weren’t fast.

 

But there was no hesitation.

 

Nina tried to follow behind him but stopped.

 

Her foot took half a step forward and stopped.

 

Nina looked at me.

 

Our gazes met briefly.

 

Just for a moment.

 

That look was a question.

 

Eyes asking if it was okay to go now.

 

I nodded my head very slightly.

 

My neck barely moved.

 

I’m four years old, so even nodding my head shows if I do it too big.

 

I have to do it small.

 

I have to send it only with my eyes.

 

Eventually, they hurried on their way back, pretending to be calm.

 

To report to the lords.

 

And to protect themselves.

 

* * *

 

The rest of us had become targets, so now we had to move carefully.

 

Yurahel disappeared first.

 

His presence was cut off beyond the exit.

 

I counted in my mind.

 

One.

 

Two.

 

Three.

 

And then I moved.

 

At the research institute, I was always followed.

 

Breath following from behind, hands reaching from behind.

 

So in times like this, I move a few steps late.

 

With gaps, disconnected.

 

So no one knows the direction I want to go.

 

Theodor whispered.

 

It was a voice holding back breath.

 

“When do we go? If we go now, won’t we miss him?”

 

I made numbers with my fingers.

 

I folded and unfolded them small.

 

“Three, we wait until three. Then we go.”

 

We have to escape before they start hunting us in earnest.

 

‘After dealing with Yurahel first.’

 

Theodor nodded his head.

 

His eyes followed me.

 

The reason I like three is just because I like it.

 

I don’t know why I like it.

 

But when I call their names three times in my mind, my heart shakes less.

 

We went out through the exit.

 

We reduced our noise when crossing the threshold.

 

The corridor was quieter than before.

 

Sound spread thinly.

 

People remained in the banquet hall, so only empty air floated in the corridor.

 

Empty air carries sound well.

 

Even small sounds travel far.

 

That’s why it’s also dangerous.

 

I walked on my tiptoes.

 

Lifting my heels, stepping only with the front.

 

Walking on tiptoes makes less noise.

 

It reduces the sound of scraping the floor.

 

But walking on tiptoes makes your calves hurt.

 

My muscles tensed up.

 

I grimaced briefly.

 

My mouth twisted just a little.

 

Theodor spoke in a small voice.

 

His eyes lowered with worry.

 

“If it hurts, just walk normally. It’s okay if there’s noise. I’ll block from the front.”

 

I shook my head.

 

Firmly.

 

“Bear with it for now, we just need to go a little further. If we make noise here, it’s over.”

 

Theodor looked at my face.

 

His teary eyes lingered for a long time.

 

This small demon had a face that changed your mind if you looked at it too long.

 

A face that made you want to stop.

 

Then Demian spoke lowly.

 

His gaze remained fixed ahead.

 

“Yurahel stopped. He slowed down.”

 

I raised my head.

 

My eyes caught the front.

 

At the end of the corridor, Yurahel stood in front of a large window.

 

Light came in from the side, revealing only half his body.

 

He pretended to look outside the window, but his fingers kept moving inside his sleeves.

 

Subtle scratching movements continued inside the fabric.

 

As if scratching something.

 

I hated that.

 

My insides reacted immediately.

 

Scratching causes bleeding.

 

When there’s bleeding, the mark becomes stronger.

 

I said to myself.

 

Silently.

 

Don’t do it.

 

But my inner words don’t reach Yurahel.

 

They don’t reach unless they come out of my mouth.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Tap. Tap.

 

Lermiel appeared from somewhere.

 

He walked quietly from the opposite corridor, and as if he had anticipated where we would be, he stopped at the same distance as us.

 

His steps left no sound.

 

He only moved his lips.

 

There was no sound, but it was readable.

 

‘Now?’

 

After taking a breath, we moved a little closer toward Yurahel.

 

We cut our steps short to suppress the sound.

 

Yurahel didn’t look at us.

 

His gaze remained on the outside of the window.

 

He suddenly lowered his head.

 

Light slid down from his face.

 

And he muttered very lowly.

 

His lips moved just slightly.

 

“When night comes.”

 

I heard those words.

 

Even though the sound was small, it caught clearly.

 

Those words flowed like a prayer.

 

It felt like they rolled out from inside his mouth.

 

But it wasn’t a prayer.

 

It wasn’t words trying to reach someone.

 

It was resignation.

 

Words accepting what was already decided.

 

I hate that resignation.

 

I hate the feeling of quietly settling down.

 

Resignation is similar to death.

 

Going toward not moving.

 

I hate death.

 

I also hate stopping.

 

Yurahel was about to turn around.

 

His toes pointed outward.

 

Then Theodor stepped forward.

 

As if the breath he’d been holding burst out.

 

“Yurahel!”

 

He called out. His voice was loud.

 

Sound spread through the corridor.

 

I opened my eyes wide.

 

We’re screwed.

 

The sound was too loud.

 

Yurahel looked at us.

 

Our gazes met directly.

 

His eyes wavered briefly.

 

I could see the inside shaking.

 

And then it became quiet immediately.

 

Like the water surface becoming calm again.

 

That quietness was more frightening.

 

There was nothing in the place where the wavering disappeared.

 

Yurahel spoke quietly.

 

His voice settled low.

 

“Why?”

 

Theodor’s lips twitched.

 

He was choosing his words.

 

That kid isn’t normally one to choose words.

 

She’s the type who speaks as soon as something comes to mind.

 

So right now was even stranger.

 

Theodor finally spoke.

 

In fragments.

 

“Your hand.”

 

Yurahel lowered his gaze to his sleeve.

 

The fabric was covering his wrist.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

I knew that was a lie.

 

The smell had already told me.

 

I took a step forward.

 

My toes touched the floor.

 

My foot tapped against the stone floor.

 

A small sound spread.

 

Yurahel’s eyes moved to me.

 

His gaze came down from top to bottom.

 

I spoke forcefully.

 

Pushing breath into my words.

 

“You’re not fine.”

 

Yurahel paused for a moment.

 

His body stiffened just a little.

 

He looked at my face for a long time.

 

His eyes held me captive.

 

Since I’m four years old, my eyes hurt when stared at too long.

 

Tears were about to well up.

 

But I didn’t look away.

 

I endured without blinking.

 

Yurahel asked in a low voice.

 

The sound almost touched the floor.

 

“Who are you.”

 

I answered.

 

Clearly.

 

“Rumel.”

 

My name came out distinctly from my mouth.

 

“Ikaros.”

 

When he added that, I nodded.

 

My neck moved once.

 

“Right. You’re our youngest.”

 

Yurahel looked over my height again.

 

Slowly from top to bottom.

 

And he said very quietly.

 

Thin as breath.

 

“And still young.”

 

Familiar words.

 

I stuck out my lips.

 

“Even if I’m young, I know everything!”

 

My words got a little faster.

 

Yurahel smiled faintly.

 

The corners of his mouth went up just a little.

 

That smile wasn’t warm.

 

It wasn’t a smile that melted hands.

 

That smile was a painful smile.

 

It was the kind of smile that endures.

 

Seeing that smile, I immediately asked.

 

Without hesitation.

 

“Show me your hand!”

 

Yurahel hesitated for a moment.

 

His fingers stopped inside his sleeve.

 

Theodor tried to grab his sleeve.

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