Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

White snow covered the surface, blurring the boundaries.

Iden swept away the snow with his hand.

His palm moved slowly.

The snow was pushed to the side.

A black pattern was revealed.

A circle.

Lines.

A small cross.

The overlapping lines were connected to each other.

It looked similar to a holy symbol, but different.

I opened my eyes wide.

Holy symbols catch scents.

They catch and bind them.

Would this pattern hide scents?

I calculated in my mind.

The direction of the visible lines.

The overlapping positions.

The closed shape.

Four-year-old calculations are short.

Short calculations are simple.

It needs to be hidden.

Then this pattern is useful.

Iden spoke in a low voice.

He suppressed his voice.

“This is the way down.”

His words flowed smoothly.

When he placed his palm on the pattern, the panel sank down just a little.

A small pressing sound echoed.

It sounded like stone, not wood.

Clunk.

It was a heavy, short sound.

My heart clunked along with it.

My chest sank following that sound.

Demian raised his hand and spread a thin layer of frost.

White energy spread from his fingertips.

It spread thinly around the panel.

The frost swallowed the sound.

The clunking sound was buried in the snow.

It didn’t spread outside.

Seeing that, I felt a little relieved.

My chest loosened a bit.

When I relax, I get scared again.

I looked ahead again.

When the panel opened, stairs leading down became visible.

A square-cut entrance was revealed.

The stairs extended long downward.

Almost no light reached them.

The faint light coming from above only illuminated a few steps.

Below that was immediately dark.

I hate darkness.

Darkness is the Research Institute.

My feet stopped.

I couldn’t take one step forward.

Four-year-old feet stop immediately when scared.

My body wouldn’t move.

My knees stiffened as if locked.

Demian stood beside me.

His shadow attached to my side.

He spoke quietly.

He lowered his voice.

“I’ll go first.”

I shook my head.

I moved immediately.

“I’ll go first.”

If I go first, I become the path.

If I become the path, the others follow.

If I go first, it’s less scary.

I was always first.

Demian looked at me briefly.

His eyes wavered very briefly.

That wavering brushed inside his eyes.

I hate wavering.

I hate wavering, so I spoke immediately.

“Quickly.”

I didn’t say anything longer.

Demian nodded.

“Alright.”

He answered briefly.

I stepped onto the stairs.

The first step was hard.

It transmitted directly to my sole.

Stone.

The surface was solid.

Stone is cold.

When it’s cold, memories stick out more.

I pressed down hard on my breath.

I closed my mouth and breathed only through my nose.

The second step.

I stepped a little deeper.

The third step.

My body went further into the stairs.

The stairs were narrow.

Both walls were close.

My feet are small, but the stairs were high.

Each time I lifted my foot, my knee rose higher.

I touched the wall with my hand.

The wall was right next to me.

As soon as my palm touched it, a damp sensation came up.

The wall was wet.

The surface was rough.

My hand didn’t slip.

It smelled like wet stone.

The smell of the Research Institute.

Memory followed immediately.

My throat was dry.

My mouth was dry.

A dry throat is fear.

Fear seeks water.

I opened my mouth.

Breath came out first.

“Smell.”

My words trembled.

The end wavered.

I hated that trembling.

I spoke again.

“I hate it.”

Iden spoke quietly from above.

His voice came down from the stair entrance and flowed along the wall.

“Please bear with it a little longer.”

The formal speech attached softly.

The sound didn’t continue long but cut short.

“A little” is often a word without end.

It’s similar to saying wait.

I don’t believe that.

Something without end isn’t a path but a blockage.

Demian spoke low behind me.

It was a voice unmixed with breath.

“Hand.”

He tried to grab my hand then stopped.

His hand came toward me then stopped.

He didn’t grab my body but grabbed my coat string.

He pinched the string that came down behind my neck with his fingers.

The string was pulled slightly.

It felt less binding.

My body wasn’t fixed.

I liked that.

What I like creates wavering.

My heart follows.

I pressed down the wavering again.

I took one more step down.

When the stairs ended, a small door appeared.

It was a low door attached to the wall.

The door was low.

Adults would have to bend their waist.

You have to fold your body to pass through.

I can just pass through.

I only need to bow my head a little.

Being four years old is useful at moments like this.

I placed my hand on the door.

My palm touched the panel.

The surface was cold.

It felt closer to stone than wood.

I said to myself.

‘First here too.’

I tried not to miss the order.

Going first becomes a path.

The back follows.

Then I pushed.

I put strength into my palm.

The door opened without sound.

The hinges didn’t creak.

Inside was darker.

There was almost no light.

But it wasn’t completely black.

One small lamp was lit.

It was a lamp hanging on the wall.

Yellow light swayed on the wall.

The flame flickered small and brushed the wall surface.

The yellow light was different from the Research Institute.

The Research Institute’s light is white.

White light stabs the eyes.

Lines are sharp and there are no shadows.

Yellow light had blurred boundaries.

The wall looked soft.

Yellow light hurts less.

I exhaled a little breath.

My chest loosened just a little.

Inside was a long corridor.

It stretched straight ahead.

Both walls continued evenly.

The gap between walls was narrow.

It looked insufficient for two adults to walk side by side.

Dry dirt was spread on the corridor floor.

The dirt was evenly pressed down.

Footprints didn’t leave deep marks.

Dry dirt has less smell.

No wet smell rose up.

I liked that.

Iden came down behind us and closed the panel.

His hand went up.

The panel was pushed back into place.

As the top closed, the wind sound was cut off.

The crying from outside disappeared.

The snow sound was also cut off.

The sound scraping the roof also stopped.

When sound is cut off, the heart becomes anxious.

Suddenly it feels empty.

In the Research Institute too, when doors closed, sound was cut off.

Inside and outside were completely divided.

My throat is dry again.

My mouth is empty.

I rolled my tongue and swallowed saliva.

There wasn’t much saliva either.

It didn’t go down my throat easily.

Yurahel spoke quietly.

He didn’t slow his steps.

“Where does this path lead.”

His words weren’t long.

Iden answered.

Following from behind, he continued right away.

“It’s an emergency corridor of the Old Winter Castle.”

The formal speech was maintained.

His tone was gentle.

Old.

That word was long.

Old means aged.

Time has accumulated.

Old things can break.

Cracks form.

If it breaks, you get hurt.

I don’t want to get hurt.

Lermiel spoke while catching his breath.

His steps weren’t steady.

“Is this place safe.”

There is no safety.

I know that.

Still, it was good to ask.

Confirmation is necessary.

Iden spoke with just a little laughter mixed in.

The sound wasn’t heavy.

“It’s not safe.”

He added right away.

He didn’t leave a gap.

“But the Priesthood can’t easily enter.”

Easily.

That word is trustworthy.

Complete is a lie.

Easily is real.

I nodded my head.

My neck moved slightly.

We walked through the corridor.

We moved our feet along the path that stretched ahead.

My legs are short so I had to move quickly.

The number of steps increased.

I had to lift my feet more often.

If you move fast, your breath tears.

Your chest can’t keep up.

I forced my breathing to match.

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

I matched it with my steps.

When you match your breathing, your heart matches too.

It doesn’t scatter.

Then a very small sound came from ahead.

It echoed from about the middle of the corridor, not the end.

The sound of water drops falling.

Drip.

Drip.

It’s regular.

The intervals are consistent.

It was the sound of drops falling somewhere on the floor.

‘If that kind of sound is regular, someone’s there!’

Demian spread frost thinly right in front.

Frost flowing from his fingertips spread low along the floor.

The thin white film covered the dirt and made the corridor surface smooth.

Frost covered the floor.

Footsteps disappeared.

Even when feet touched, only muffled sounds remained and scraping sounds didn’t.

I thought to myself.

‘Someone’s there.’

The thought briefly surfaced then immediately hardened.

And I immediately brought it out of my mouth.

“Ahead.”

Demian answered low.

He barely moved his head.

“Right.”

Iden erased his smile.

His lips straightened.

Lermiel swallowed his breath.

His chest moved once, largely.

Yurahel’s wrist glowed very faintly again.

Silver light spread thinly then quickly subsided.

Seeing that light made me want to move faster.

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