Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 55

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Chapter 55

I clenched my hands.

When you push your fingers inward and apply pressure, tears lock away like a cork sealing a bottle.

“I will protect him.”

I said.

Demian gently stroked my head.

His palm brushed over the top of my head.

“You protected him.”

I hated those words.

Protected is a word that means it’s over.

It’s not the end, it’s the middle.

It’s not over.

I shook my head.

Slowly, firmly shook it.

“I haven’t protected him yet!”

Yurahel quietly opened his mouth.

He took a breath and spoke.

“It’s okay now. Of course, the priest recognized it right away when he saw my wrist.”

He said.

His eyes dropped downward.

“The mark will move again anyway, so there’s nothing we can do.”

Hiding is only temporary.

After hearing those words, I unconsciously frowned.

Demian, who had been glancing at Yurahel somehow, asked.

“Why did they leave a mark on you?”

Yurahel lowered his eyes.

His gaze touched the floor.

“I’m the heir of the Ryu Family.”

His words stopped and then continued.

“And.”

His words cut off.

His breath caught in his throat once.

He swallowed.

His throat moved.

“Bom is easily consumed by holy power.”

Consumed.

Those words stuck in my ears.

They clung and wouldn’t fall off.

I hated the word consumed.

People shouldn’t be consumed.

People should be people.

I said in a low voice.

“Won’t be consumed!”

Yurahel looked at me.

His gaze came up.

His eyes shook a little.

They trembled slightly.

That trembling was fear.

I know that.

The body knows fear first.

I was always afraid at the Research Institute.

Even breathing itself was scary.

So when I see fear, I get angry.

My chest gets hot first.

Because fear makes me weak.

“If consumed.”

My words got stuck.

The words wouldn’t connect.

Four-year-olds can’t make long sentences well.

So I only brought out the most important word.

“Die.”

Yurahel’s throat moved.

The sound of swallowing was very quiet.

He said very quietly.

“Yes.”

Lermiel leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

His eyelids slowly came down.

His breathing continued thinly.

When you close your eyes, you sleep.

When you sleep, it’s dangerous.

I quickly tapped the back of his hand.

I hit it briefly with my fingertips.

“Don’t sleep.”

My voice became sharp.

My breath shot upward.

Lermiel opened his eyes.

“Understood.”

He answered.

Even though his voice was laid low, it remained clearly in the room.

I felt that sound settle thinly on the air.

I felt a little relieved.

The inside of my chest settled down slightly.

When you’re relieved, anxiety comes again.

Empty spaces don’t stay empty for long.

So I looked for work again.

My eyes moved first.

I went toward the curtain.

I slowly approached, stepping on the floor with short legs.

The sensation touching my soles was calm.

I slightly pulled back the curtain.

I pushed the fabric with my fingertips.

The soft fabric slipped between my fingers.

Outside the window was dark.

There was almost no light, so the boundaries were blurry.

Snow was falling.

Small dots fell continuously.

They swayed slightly in the wind, changing direction.

Snow is water.

When it melts, it remains.

It covers traces and also leaves them.

Water weakens the mark.

I drew handprints on the glass with my finger.

The cold glass touched my skin.

A thin line remained.

Moisture spread to my fingertips.

I calculated in my mind.

I didn’t think for long.

If it keeps snowing tonight, I can use it again.

I can bring it from outside and cover with it.

I can cool it down and make it cloudy.

But if the priest enters the room, it’s over.

A single door won’t block him.

Air comes in.

We have nowhere to hide.

Demian spoke.

His voice rumbled low from behind me.

“Call Count Iden.”

Iden.

The fool.

Little father.

I thought of him.

A face that was always smiling.

A person whose laughter flowed lightly.

Laughter sometimes helps.

It loosens what’s hardened.

The priest would probably hate laughter.

Laughter is a gap.

I nodded my head.

I moved decisively.

“Call him.”

Demian started to move toward the door but stopped.

His footsteps halted in front of the door.

He spoke in a low voice.

“Someone might be outside.”

Right.

There are ears outside.

Ears are on the walls too.

I pressed my lips tightly together.

Words stopped inside my mouth.

Then Yurahel slowly extended his wrist.

His hand was faintly revealed in the light.

“I’ll be the bait.”

Bait.

That word stabbed my head.

Bait is meant to die.

At the Research Institute, bait gets abandoned.

Placed in front, not left behind.

I reached out and struck Yurahel’s wrist sharply.

I hit it short and hard.

“No.”

Yurahel looked at me with surprised eyes.

His pupils shook greatly.

I spoke firmly once more.

I pushed breath into it.

“No.”

Yurahel closed his mouth.

Words were cut off.

I was grateful for that silence.

It was good that it didn’t continue.

Lermiel spoke in a low voice.

It was a voice mixed with breath.

“We don’t need bait.”

He added while catching his breath.

His shoulders rose and fell just a little.

“We just need to move together.”

Together.

That word remained inside my chest.

It became a little warm.

When it’s warm, you become dull.

I clenched my hands.

I curled my fingers tightly.

Demian looked at the bell on the table.

His gaze stopped precisely.

The bell is for calling servants.

The small metal was eating the light.

Demian picked up that bell.

His fingers wrapped around it firmly.

“If we use this.”

He said.

“Whoever comes will leave footprints.”

I nodded my head.

Footprints are traces.

Traces get caught.

If they remain, you can follow them.

I spoke while looking at the bell.

I didn’t take my eyes off it.

“Ring it.”

Demian asked.

He confirmed briefly.

“Really?”

I spoke forcefully.

I pushed breath into it.

“Ring it.”

Demian rang the bell.

His hand moved briefly.

A clear sound rang through the room.

The metal’s vibration spread, cutting through the air.

It touched the wall and came back.

My ears rang.

The inside shook briefly.

When my ears ring, my eyes become clear.

The blurriness gets sorted out.

Footsteps moved outside the door.

They continued quickly.

They tapped the floor briefly.

But they’re light.

No weight to them.

It’s a servant.

I could hear the servant’s breathing too.

It was thin and hurried breathing.

The door opened carefully.

The door was pushed slightly, creating a gap.

The servant bowed his head and spoke.

He bent his body low.

“Did you call for me?”

Demian spoke in a low voice.

“Tell Count Iden to come.”

The servant paused for a moment.

His shoulders stiffened.

“Right now?”

His voice trembled.

The end wavered.

This kind of thing means he’s hiding something.

I looked up at the servant

and met his gaze directly.

“Now.”

The servant looked at my face and opened his eyes wide.

His pupils dilated suddenly.

He immediately nodded his head.

His movements became urgent.

“Understood.”

The door closed.

The door panels clicked together making a low sound.

The gap completely disappeared.

The footsteps grew distant.

Short, quick steps scattered along the corridor.

I exhaled.

Some of the air that had built up inside my chest escaped.

This is somewhat successful.

I can catch my breath for a moment.

But my chest sank again.

The empty space was immediately filled.

The priests must have heard the bell sound too.

This building holds sounds for a long time.

Not because the walls are thin, but because it’s quiet.

Priests have many ears.

They collect people, sounds, and traces alike.

I looked at Demian.

My gaze moved upward.

“Will he come?”

I asked briefly.

Demian answered.

He spoke while keeping his eyes on the door.

“He can come.”

Yurahel spoke in a low voice.

It was a voice mixed with breath.

“If he comes.”

He cut off his words.

His eyes wavered again.

The light shook unevenly.

I looked at those eyes and spoke immediately.

The words burst out faster than I thought.

“If he comes, I’ll hold on!”

I was sincere.

Because when my head gets complicated, I end up crying.

I don’t cry.

I don’t cry, and I hold on.

I keep it simple.

Outside the window, the snow grew thicker.

The falling dots became larger.

The glass was tapped repeatedly.

Small sounds continued endlessly.

I listened to that sound and opened my palm.

My fingers spread out one by one.

Water.

Snow.

Holy water.

Frost.

It’s all there.

I counted silently.

There are things I can do.

My hands aren’t empty.

At that moment, distant laughter was heard from outside the door.

It rolled along the corridor.

It was carefree laughter.

Light, loud laughter mixed with breath.

Count Iden is coming.

Good.

The air changes a little.

But behind the laughter, other footsteps were mixed in too.

Heavy and steady footsteps.

Not just one, but several.

The intervals were the same.

The footsteps of the priesthood.

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