Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Even hearing it leaves a taste on my tongue.

So sweet that strength drains away, and the heart grows soft.

I gritted my teeth, wary of that dangerous thing.

Because it wouldn’t be cool if I went soft.

“Only cool inside Ikaros.”

I

didn’t add more words.

Iden’s eyes widened briefly, then he smiled soon after.

The surprise quickly settled.

“It’s a good name anywhere though.”

He said.

His words were rounded.

Then he turned his head to Demian and spoke quietly.

His voice grew lower.

“The priest is spreading holy power over the snow.”

His words were clear.

“The snow will sparkle and create a path.”

I pictured that scene.

Thin light spreading over white snow.

A line connecting with small flickers.

The line becomes a path.

A path calls to someone.

When snow becomes a path, it’s over.

The path gets caught.

My palms grew cold again.

My fingertips chilled.

Demian asked.

“Another path?”

Iden nodded his head.

There was no hesitation.

“There is one.”

His eyes dropped down briefly.

“But.”

He cut off his words.

The air stopped once.

“But” is dangerous.

Words that block the way forward.

I hate that word.

Iden continued speaking.

This time more clearly.

“It’s not safe.”

Not safe.

That’s where I’ve always lived.

Cold floors.

Corridors without light.

The sound of doors closing.

Those words were so familiar that my heart grew firm instead.

My chest quietly hardened.

Familiar danger can be prepared for.

I know where to place my hands.

Preparation makes it hurt less.

I took a short breath.

Lermiel struggled to stand up.

His body slowly rose.

His knees trembled.

He lacked the strength to stand.

Yurahel immediately supported his arm.

His hand held firmly.

Yurahel’s wrist sparkled again.

Silver dots came thinly to life.

I tried to scoop up snow to cover it.

I raised my hand then stopped.

There’s no snow inside the cabin.

The floor is dry and rough.

Without snow, there’s no water.

Where is water.

I looked at the table.

A cup sat on the rough wood.

A kettle.

Metal gleamed faintly.

Water.

I tried to grab the kettle.

I reached out my hand.

My hand was too small and the kettle too big.

The handle was far.

I missed my grip.

My fingertips slipped.

The kettle wobbled.

The metal tilted as if about to clash.

My breath stopped.

My chest hardened.

If it makes noise, it’s over.

It spreads outside.

Demian quickly caught the kettle.

His hand went in precisely.

The wobbling stopped.

He looked down at me.

His eyes came down low.

“Careful.”

It was a short word.

I nodded my head.

My neck moved slightly.

“I’ll do it.”

When I spoke, Demian exhaled very quietly.

The breath wasn’t long.

That breath was worry, not anger.

His eyes grew a little softer.

Worry is sweet.

It loosens the chest.

I pressed the sweetness again.

I pressed my lips together.

Iden spoke.

Wind brushed past outside the doorway.

“Young Lord, you cannot go out through the window.”

The sound became clearer.

“The priest is catching the wind currents from the window side.”

Wind currents.

Air flows.

As it flows, it carries scents with it.

Wind carries scents away.

Scents come from me.

The back of my neck grew cool.

My back chilled thinly.

Demian asked.

He didn’t look away.

“Then where.”

Iden pointed at the floor with his finger.

Shadows moved beneath the doorway.

“Below.”

Below the floor.

Under the wood.

Underground.

Research Institute.

Even though that word didn’t come out, my body trembled on its own.

My toes trembled first.

I drew in a breath.

Cold air entered.

My breath caught in my throat.

My chest narrowed.

Lermiel looked at me.

His eyes were gentle.

I turned my head.

If I leave my gaze too long, my heart follows.

If it follows, I’ll be late.

Demian spoke quietly.

“Can you go.”

I don’t know who that question was for.

For me, for Lermiel, for Yurahel.

It was words that bound all of us standing in the cabin at once.

I answered first.

My mouth opened before my thoughts could grow long.

“I’ll go.”

When I spoke briefly, Iden smiled quietly.

His shoulders moved slightly outside the doorway.

“Then follow me.”

He said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped back one step.

He cleared the space in front of the door.

Demian moved first.

He didn’t open the door wider, instead of widening the gap, he twisted his body to create space to go out.

He lowered his body and swept the outside once.

Snow was pouring down diagonally.

Wind changed direction and swept through the forest.

Outside the door, the wind howled more fiercely.

In that howling, it seemed like the sound of castle bells ringing from very far away was mixed in.

The sound was very thin.

So faint you’d miss it if you didn’t prick up your ears.

Still, I heard it.

It seemed like a signal that a path was being made.

‘I don’t like below the floor.’

As soon as I heard the words “below the floor,” my stomach grew cold.

My insides shrank.

When it’s cold, memories come first.

They come up even without blocking them.

Memories come out with smells.

The smell of iron.

The smell of medicine.

The smell of wet stone.

The smell of the Research Institute.

I pressed my lips tight because I hated that smell.

When I press my lips, my words become fewer.

When words become fewer, fewer things get discovered.

But now I have to speak.

When a four-year-old speaks little, adults do as they please.

Doing as they please is dangerous.

I raised my head.

I pulled my gaze up from below to above.

“Don’t like below.”

I said.

Still, I didn’t stop.

Iden looked at me and blinked.

He reduced his smile a little.

The corners of his mouth went down then came back up.

“That’s understandable.”

He said.

Those are understanding words.

Words that don’t clash.

Understanding words sometimes save me.

There were no understanding words in the Research Institute.

So I hesitated for a moment at those words.

I stopped as if my feet were stuck to the floor.

When you hesitate, you become weak.

I clenched my hands again.

My fingers pressed each other hard.

Demian spoke quietly.

He didn’t look toward me.

He just let it flow as if calling.

“Rumel.”

He’s a little different each time he calls my name.

When the Research Institute called me Immortal No. 1, it was cold.

Here, Rumel is warm.

It came from the same mouth but the temperature is different.

When it’s warm, my heart wavers.

I don’t like wavering.

Still, I like my name.

When I like something, it’s dangerous again.

I nodded my head.

My neck moved slightly.

“Let’s go.”

I made sure my voice didn’t tremble.

A four-year-old’s voice trembles easily.

So I put more strength into it.

I pulled my chin slightly.

Iden opened the door wider to let us outside.

As the door slid to the side, wind rushed in all at once.

Outside, the snow was falling harder.

The snowflakes were large and heavy.

The wind changed direction and hit my face.

I squinted my eyes.

When snow gets in my eyes, it hurts.

When it hurts, tears come up.

I pulled my chin to keep from crying.

I lowered my head more.

Yurahel blocked the front for me.

His cloak blocked some of the wind.

The cloak caught the wind and fluttered behind him.

I pressed my body between them.

I caught my breath behind him.

I breathed in shortly and exhaled long.

Lermiel took a step out and swayed.

His foot slipped on the snow.

Yurahel immediately supported him with his arm.

His hand went in precisely.

Lermiel’s body tilted to the side then stopped.

Yurahel’s wrist flashed.

The silver dot was brighter when it caught the snow’s light.

It stood out more against the white background.

I became urgent.

When I’m urgent, my hands move first.

My body moves faster than my thoughts.

I scooped up snow and covered Yurahel’s wrist with it.

I scraped and gathered snow with my hands.

I pressed the cold clump thin.

Snow is water.

Water suppresses the mark.

Yurahel exhaled long.

His chest sank down once then rose again.

The silver dimmed a little.

The light spreading on his wrist settled down thin.

I saw that and spoke immediately.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Continue.”

I pushed it out shortly.

Yurahel nodded his head.

His movement wasn’t slow.

“Understood.”

He said.

The words fell short and heavy.

“Understood” is reassuring.

It’s words you can lean on.

When I’m reassured, I become weak.

My body tries to relax.

I pressed down the reassurance again.

Iden led us to the side of the cabin.

He moved first.

He stepped while minimizing the tracks left in the snow.

Firewood was stacked beside the cabin wall.

Long piles of wood continued along the wall.

There were almost no gaps between the firewood.

From the outside, it just looked like it was stacked there.

There was a black panel between the firewood.

At first, it wasn’t very noticeable.

Snow was thinly covering the panel.

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