âWhy is the imperial knight here? Where do you belong?â
At the question of the knight wearing the guardâs badge, Daniel waved his hands with a desperate look on his face.
âI-I am not suspicious!â
âMost suspicious people say that.â
âReally! I was looking for someone. If you take me, you will definitely regret it.â
âAll the suspicious people said so. Letâs go now.â
Daniel was taken away with a puzzled face.
âIs this my fate?â
Destiny to leave Vivian as it is.
Daniel took a deep breath and stuttered.
However, todayâs he confirmed that Vivian is living happily.
If I walk around the market again tomorrow, wonât I be able to see Vivian?
âItâs obvious that she lives nearbyâŠ.â
Then I have to decide tomorrow.
Report or not.
Iâll make sure sheâs smiling tomorrow too.
Then letâs decide
Daniel scratched the back of his neck, thinking softly.
***
Ready for the first business tomorrow.
At the restaurant, Estella and Arianne quarreled over each otherâs bills, but itâs been a smooth shopping trip since then.
It was because Estella and Arianne were so mad at each other that they didnât say a word.
âUgh, really.â
Eve took a deep breath as she put the deliciously finished pizza in front of her.
It was clear that both of them were tight-knit as they hadnât even put their heads out in the kitchen yet.
The pizza with rosemary, which is good for fatigue and goes well with chicken, even smelled great.
Eve took off the oven glove she was wearing, laid it down on the table, and knocked on Arianneâs door.
âArianne, letâs have dinner.â
Then she knocked on Estellaâs door next to him.
âEstella, letâs have dinner. yes?â
But no answer came from either room.
Eve tilted her head and opened Arianneâs door.
âAhâŠ.â
Eve shut her mouth tightly.
In Arianneâs bed, Estella and Arianne were sleeping together.
With her arms hugging Estella, who was wheezing because she was tired.
âIt always ends up like this.â
I donât know why you fight like an enemy.
Eve pressed the switch on the wall to turn off the light, returned to the kitchen, and covered the pizza on the table with a cloth.
Then she sat down slowly at the table.
Slow enough to even see the trembling of her fingers.
Now is the alone time given to Eve.
Eve buried her face distorted in pain in the palm of her hand.
ââŠHaa.â
A low sigh escaped, scratching her lungs.
The tingling pain seeped through her fingertips.
Even if she takes painkillers, thatâs only endured for a moment.
Arianne is stubborn, but will soon agree with Eve that Estellaâs biological father must be found.
Eve is noticeably worse.
â⊠Do you remember when the disease started?â
âI think itâs been about three years.â
âYou must have been in a lot of painâŠâ
âIt was fine. It was bearable.â
Watching Estella grow, she didnât even know she was sick.
After one day, the next day would come.
Hans in Vibraze island said that this unknown disease was consuming Eveâs life.
And Eve could hear the proper name from Gillian.
âItâs called Plumeria. It got its name from a flower that means blessing.â
âThis disease⊠Blessings?â
âIt is a disease that often occurs in people who have excessive magical powers that the body cannot tolerate. It is both a blessing and a curse.â
âCan I get better?â
â⊠We can relieve the pain, but there is nothing else we can do about it. Sorry.â
Again, a heavy boulder landed on Eveâs chest.
No more tears come out
Eve let out a deep sigh as she pondered the conversation she had with Gillian.
With trembling hands, she poured the water and swallowed it along with the pill.
I held my breath, waiting for the pain to subside.
Itâs okay, Eve. Not yet.
âItâs okayâŠâ
The small voice of Eve, who was condescending to herself, gradually faded away.
Like herself.
***
Each time Samuel remembered that Vivian was not there, the spacious castle felt wider.
Especially on a spring day like today.
He had been married to Vivian for 3 years and itâs already been 7 years.
Isnât it embarrassing to go anywhere and say that they are a married couple?
Samuel chuckled.
Vivian was the one who would become his empress.
Why the hell did she leave, why didnât she think of him at all? I thought about it hundreds of times.
Samuel looked for tens of thousands of reasons, but no one could give him the answer.
Perhaps the most likely reason was that he opposed Vivianâs having a child.
Samuel put his arm over the hollow.
Even though he was casually lying on the bed and drinking, Vivian was still clear.
âChildâŠ.â
Child of Vivian and Samuel. Have I never dreamed of it?
Whether it is a son or a daughter, if it is a child Vivian gives birth to.
Just imagining it makes my heart pound and sometimes tears.
Samuel was only five years old when he was kicked out of the alley.
If it werenât for him, he could have survived without the ability of a flame magician.
Samuel complained.
Never. Heâs already turned into wild dog food and is buried in the garbage heap.
Samuel thought that if Vivian gave birth to a child, he could do anything.
Whatever Vivian wants or whatever the child wants.
But Samuel was not given such an opportunity.
Tears streamed down the back of his arms.
The sound of grasshoppers in the spring night was sparsely heard.
âSamuel, listen to that. Doesnât it sound like someone say hello, hello?â
Vivianâs voice, which was chattering like a bird, overlapped.
âI liked the sound of grass bugs singing. There you are, Samuel. When I hear that sound, I think of Samuel. Even on the night we first met, grass bugs cried like that. But itâs wonderful to hear. I know Samuel was my first friend. So I guess Iâm too excited. From that time on, that sound sounded like hello.â
A stream of clear tears overflowed Samuelâs eyelids and ran down his temple.
Now Samuelâs ears hear that sound as hello.
âHello, SamuelâŠâ
Vivianâs last greetings overlapped.
The daily life of spring is all Vivian, so he canât breathe.
His heart tightened with the rumble of breathing.
The empty wine bottle fell from the bed, rolled over the thick carpet, tapped Samuelâs bare feet, and stopped.
âArenât you drinking too much?â
How old was Vivian, when she was the happiest person?
Ah, Vivian was only 17 years old.
Before he became a crown prince.
At that time, Vivian used a more friendly and gentle tone of voice.
Until she entered the castle with Samuel and started to use calm respectful words forcibly.
In fact, I think I drank quite a bit of alcohol that I did not like very much while following Duke Endless and meeting people.
Duke Endless had strictly controlled Vivianâs outings.
So, after Samuel left, Vivian was waiting for him with her feet crossed and her chin crossed as she sat on the stairs leading to the second floor after all her work was done.
âSamuel! Why are you here now? You came early today. cake? You said you were going to buy what I ate before. What is this! itâs all broken How much more alcohol have you been drinking!â
I liked the babbling of nagging while supporting him who was drunk and unable to walk properly.
So I drank.
On the day Samuel bought a cake, even if he lay still in bed, she would always sit at the table next to him and eat the cake.
âThis is really delicious. You should buy it next time.â
âYesâŠâ
âThis is bad. I donât like cakes that are too sweet.â
âOkayâŠâ
âOh, this is good. This is really good! I want to go and eat myself⊠Samuel, can you take me out too? My mother and father are persuaded by Samuel. Because they donât listen to me.â
âIâll do that⊠Iâll do anythingâŠâ
Samuelâs voice faded.
The arm that was covering Samuelâs eyes slid off.
His dry, wet face was pale.
Vivianâs voice was no longer heard.
How could he not appear in his dream even once for 7 years?
Damn you
Samuel fell into a bitter and painful sleep.
It was Samuelâs daily routine that continued every night.
***
A white bird flew down in front of Eve.
The white bird that had been wandering around Eve, who was sleeping on the table, blinked its black eyes.
âKuruk?â
The bird tilted its head and walked briskly.
A bird approached Eve and patted Eveâs sleeping head with small white wings.
The bird stayed for a while and then left.
It slipped through the slightly open window and flew into the sky.
The place where the bird flew through the night sky and arrived was Samuelâs balcony.
The bird passed effortlessly through the glass door, with blue curtains.
The bird circling over Samuel opened its beak and let out a long breath, as if sighing.
As if he didnât like the room filled with the strong smell of alcohol, the bird that had sat on the bed over flew down and gently landed next to Samuelâs head.
Then he stared at Samuelâs face for a while.
Without the slightest tremor.
Then, he pressed his little head against Samuelâs cheek, spread his wings and flew again.
The white feathers dropped on purpose by the bird fell from the sky above Samuel and gently soaked in.