Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

“Rumel, my hand hurts.”

I shook my head.

A short shake.

“Endure it.”

Yurahel looked at me and asked.

His eyes wavered.

“Why are you.”

I don’t want to hear such a frightened voice.

It makes me uncomfortable inside.

I spoke firmly.

I pushed breath into my words.

“I’ll do it.”

Yurahel closed his mouth.

His words cut off.

That silence helped again.

The priest moved another step.

He stepped on the frost above the doorway.

The sound of frost melting grew louder.

Small, continuous sounds.

It was the sound of something cold dissolving.

Iden spread his body wider.

He stretched his arms out further.

He blocked between the priest and inside the room.

“Priest, there’s a child in this room!”

He spoke deliberately loud.

He raised his voice.

The priest answered coldly.

His words dropped immediately.

“That makes it more dangerous.”

Those words stabbed my chest.

My insides shrank for a moment.

Child.

Dangerous.

I’ve heard too many times that children are dangerous.

It’s a familiar phrase to my ears.

It was always like that at Clofford.

In the corridors, in the rooms, on the experiment table.

That’s why I became No. 1 instead of a child.

So today!

“I am No. 1!”

Sound burst from my throat.

Short and sharp.

The room became quiet for a moment.

The air felt like it stopped for an instant.

The candlelight flickered very slightly.

The light distorted thinly.

The priest’s eyes pierced me again.

His gaze struck directly.

Those eyes came in like a knife.

It felt like they cut the surface and dug into the inside.

Demian tried to block in front of me, but I stepped forward.

I moved before hands could grab me.

Four-year-old feet are short, so even one step is small.

But it was forward.

Forward, not backward.

I looked straight at the priest.

I didn’t avoid his eyes.

“Smell.”

I said.

My breath came out shortly.

“You.”

The priest paused briefly.

His eyes wavered very slightly.

That pause was an opening for me.

The air split thinly.

I didn’t miss that gap.

I gathered more moisture on my hands.

I rubbed my fingertips together.

Cold moisture collected between my fingers.

And I rubbed my palm against my neck.

I swept over the skin.

The moisture spread thinly.

The cold sensation ran down my neck.

The scent of holy oil covered my smell.

The fragrance remaining in the room grew thicker.

The undead smell also hid a little.

Not completely, but it became thinner.

I felt it.

My nose stung a little less.

The priest wrinkled his nose.

A very brief movement.

“Trick.”

He said.

His words dropped low.

“Not a trick.”

I answered immediately.

I didn’t break my breath.

I raised my hand to show him.

I spread my wet palm.

“Water.”

The priest tried to step in further.

His foot came up onto the doorway.

The frost broke thinly.

At that moment, Iden suddenly screamed.

“Oh no!”

The sound burst out loudly.

It shattered the air in the room.

He pretended to slip and fall on purpose.

His body swayed exaggeratedly.

The coin pouch rolled across the floor.

It rolled quickly across the wooden floor.

The jingling sound filled the corridor.

The metallic sound continued for a long time.

The priest’s gaze instantly snapped in that direction.

His eyes wavered briefly.

Demian slammed the door shut in that gap.

His hand moved quickly.

The door closed with a bang.

The sound echoed off the walls.

The latch clicked into place.

It was a short, solid sound.

The sound rang out loudly.

I drew in a breath.

My chest filled all at once.

My chest felt like it would burst.

The inside felt completely blocked.

The priest’s voice rumbled low from outside the door.

It penetrated through the door.

“Open it.”

Iden’s laughter was heard again from outside the door.

It was laughter mixed with breathing.

“Priest, don’t fall over!”

The priest’s breathing became rough.

His breathing was uneven.

The door shook violently.

Thud.

The wood groaned.

Thud.

Even the walls trembled.

Every time the door shook, it felt like my body shook with it.

The ground beneath my feet swayed.

I clenched my palms again.

My fingers dug inward.

Moisture remained.

It clung coldly.

My hands still had work to do.

I looked at Demian, Yurahel, and Lermiel.

I turned my gaze quickly.

I checked all three at once.

“Run.”

I said.

My breath came out short.

Demian asked.

His eyes moved immediately.

“Where to?”

I pointed to the window.

I stretched my hand straight out.

“Snow.”

I pointed to the white things falling outside.

Snow is water.

When it melts, it remains.

Water weakens the mark.

Even at four years old, I knew that.

The body knows first.

Then, a thud sounded.

It rang out louder.

The priest was trying to break down the door.

The door rang out with another thud.

The wood trembled from the inside.

The latch shook slightly.

The door is sturdy, but holy power could be sturdier.

I know that.

The doors at the Research Institute were sturdy too, but they opened every time.

The people who wanted them to opened them.

Even when I didn’t want them to.

Demian turned his body toward the window.

His movements continued quickly.

Frost bloomed from his fingertips.

White energy spread through the air.

The area under the curtain froze.

The floor was thinly covered.

The floor became slippery.

Light slid across it.

When it’s slippery, footsteps are erased.

Even when feet touch, no sound remains.

When footsteps are erased, you’re less likely to be caught.

I liked that.

It’s a way to hide.

Yurahel swallowed his breath.

His throat moved greatly.

The silver dot jumped a little more.

The light flickered rapidly.

It seemed to jump along with the sound of knocking on the door.

Thud.

The light jumped.

Thud.

It jumped again.

The mark feeds on sound.

Lermiel looked at the window.

His gaze slowly rose.

His face is white.

There was almost no color in it.

Even when candlelight touched it, no color returned.

White faces hurt.

When breathing becomes thin, they become whiter.

I hated that he might collapse.

Collapsing happens too quickly.

I hate it, but we have to move now.

If we stop, we’ll collapse faster.

I ran to the window.

Running with short legs is almost like rolling.

My feet couldn’t properly touch the floor and bounced.

Still, I ran.

My breath jumped upward.

I pressed my palm against the glass window.

Cold.

The cold sensation traveled up from my palm to my arm.

Cold and hard.

Hard things can break.

If it breaks, it makes noise.

Noise calls the priest.

A thudding sound echoed again from outside the door.

The vibration traveled up to the window.

The glass trembled very slightly.

I thought to myself.

‘I need to open it quietly.’

Four-year-olds often hear the word “quietly.”

Move small, reduce your breathing, eliminate sound.

At the Research Institute, and at Clofford too.

Quietly meant to hide.

I hate hiding, but today I must hide.

Today I had to survive.

I need to survive to have a later.

Demian came to my side.

His footsteps were quiet.

The frost seemed to move first.

He touched the window frame.

His hand touched the metal.

Frost wrapped around the metal of the window frame.

A thin white layer spread along the metal.

The metal creaked and groaned.

The sound cracked very quietly.

Demian said in a low voice.

“No key.”

I nodded.

Quickly.

“Can’t break it.”

I said.

I felt the glass trembling through my palm.

Demian heard my words and blinked once.

It was a short blink.

That blink was his answer.

He made the frost thinner.

What was thick gradually became transparent.

When frost becomes thin, it breaks easily.

When it breaks, it becomes powder.

Powder makes less noise.

Seeing that, I felt a little relieved.

My chest dropped just a little.

When relieved, I become scared again.

An empty space forms.

I clenched my hands again.

My fingers pressed into my palm.

The door shook with another thud.

This time it was closer.

The wood creaked.

The latch trembled.

It seemed like the priest wasn’t pushing the door, but pressing it with holy power.

An invisible force pressed against the door.

The pressing force entered into the room.

The air was compressed.

Breathing became heavy.

A four-year-old’s breath is already short, but it became even shorter.

My chest narrowed.

I felt like my breath would tear apart.

Yurahel suddenly grabbed my shoulder.

His hand came up urgently.

His hand was trembling.

I could feel the trembling directly on my skin.

“Rumel.”

He said.

His voice shook.

I slapped his hand away.

I hit it hard.

“Don’t grab me.”

Yurahel was startled.

His hand immediately fell away.

I said again.

I pushed breath into my words.

“Hand.”

He pulled his hand back.

His arm retreated backward.

The mark can spread through hands too.

I believe that.

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