âI want you to chop my body up so that I donât come back to life.â
At my request, Anakin lost his words for a moment and rubbed his face dryly. He seemed to be picking words as he clenched his teeth over and over again. Anakin, who refined his voice with a sigh, asked me with sad-looking eyes.
âAre you asking me to chop your body with my hands?â
âYes.â
âIs that included in preventing you from reviving?â
ââŠ..Yes.â
I knew it was an unreasonable request. Most countries usually did, but the empire was sensitive to the damage of the body. If the body was damaged, the owner of the soul would go to hell. Perhaps because of that, criminals who damaged a dead body were severely punished.
No matter how much Anakin did not believe in God, even if he was an atheist, religious culture and customs were embedded deep in peopleâs perceptions.
It was Anakin who had already done a lot for me. I couldnât even make him do this. The moment I said it was just enough, Anakin quietly said,
ââŠâŠIf I set fire, would that be okay?â
âI know itâs too much of a request. Itâs okay to refuse.â
âNo, Iâll do it. I want to do it. With my own hands⊠Please allow me to let you go.â
He was always like this. No matter what I asked for, he didnât show any signs of dislike, and he tolerated my demands without saying a word.
Without saying a word, my touch, my gazeâŠâŠ He understood and accepted everything.
It was strange to simply be loyal.
But if I hastily misunderstood his loyalty, I was the only one who would get hurt.
I was selfish, so I only asked you at the end, after I got to the end.
âAnakin, meâŠâŠ Do you like me?
Only then did Anakin laugh a little. Then he said it a little playfully.
âYou didnât know? I thought you knew.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âIâm not good enough to kiss someone I donât even like.â
When was it? No, it didnât really matter when it started.
I had firmly believed that Anakin was not mine, but Erisâ black knight. So I used to doubt all the actions he showed me. As Eris, it would be a favour for me as the âcharacterâ of this novel.
But no. It wasnât.
I made you. You loved me, not Eris.
Tears flowed from the truth that I realised too late. I didnât want to cry because it was the last time, but why was I always like this?
Anakin hugged me silently and waited for me to calm down. When I finally stopped crying, I thought I didnât want to lose him.
To be precise, I hated and regretted his future that I could not see. I felt afraid to see him meet, live, and move forward with other people in a place where I was not.
To him, my appearance would be squeezed into this moment for the rest of his life. I hated it. I hated it and I was scared!
âMaybe itâs nonsense.â
I knew it was crazy.
âIt could just be death. But if you still like itâŠâŠ If you⊠If you want.â
I knew better than anyone else that crossing the world was not as simple as it sounded. Maybe it was impossible to devote Anakinâs whole life. But, nevertheless, I knelt down and dared to ask Anakin.
âDie for me. And come to my world and live with me.â
Anakin opened his eyes wide as if surprised when he heard it. He asked me back in disbelief.
âReally? Really⊠Is it okay to follow Master?â
âFool, you have to get angry. Iâm telling you to die.â
âI just thought I was abandoned. Even though I know it canât be helpedâŠâŠ I guess I was expecting you to stay.â
âAnakinâŠâ
(PR/N: Romeo and Juliet who? I only know Anakin and Eris)
Was he crying? Anakin was crying. The first time I saw them, I embarrassingly wiped his tears with the back of my hand. Anakin saw me like that and whispered. Iâm happy. Iâm allowed to chase you.⊠Because Iâm happy.
Looking at him shedding tears, I suddenly thought I had the bottle in my pocket.
I thought I left it with the marquis, but I didnât know how it was in the pocket.
But the moment I confirmed that I had the bottle, I took it out and filled it with Anakinâs tears. I felt like I had to do that.
It was a very small bottle, so even a few drops of tears filled it easily. The bottle filled with tears soon disappeared like snow melting in my hand.
It was neither the tears of the dragon nor any tears. It was Anakinâs tears. Were the tears of the loved one a condition? We looked at my empty hands silently.
Even though I knew I had to go back to the tower, I couldnât take a step when I thought it was my last chance to see Anakinâs face.
I didnât want to go. But I had to go.
I didnât have any promise, but I might not be able to see him forever.âŠ!
âYou know, Anakin. I love you.â
Eventually, before going back into the mirror, I looked back at Anakin and smiled,
âI wanted to keep saying this.â
I didnât remember Anakinâs expression.
* * *
I pointed out that I was a witch, but when I got up, everyone just looked at me on the guillotine and didnât swear or gossip.
It shouldnât be like this. I certainly had to be rebuked to never come back to this world again.
I looked among people, but I couldnât see any of the people I was looking for. Of course, among these many people, there was no way that a miracle would happen to find a face at once.
However, even if it was hard to find a face, the voice could be recognized at once. As I asked, Kynthia was screaming for me among these countless people.
âStrike that witch on the neck!â
The hoarse voice, full of tears, was desperately shouting for my death. The people assimilated by the scream soon clenched their fists and shouted together.
âStrike that witch on the neck!â
Kynthia was the only one out of all these people who didnât want me to die.
My fingertips were shaking. But I shouldnât make it obvious. Because the witch should not be seen as âhumanâ.
âStrike that witch on the neck!â
If the world was a big play, what song would resonate at the end? Suddenly, with that thought, my neck was pushed onto the execution table. I hoped it was a grand and wonderful orchestra ensemble.⊠I hoped vaguely.
Yes, I knew it.⊠The song I heard before seemed to be ringing in my ears.
When I hummed a verse, it was rattling.
Everything was over.
* * *
It was a dark night where he couldnât even hear the birds cry. Perhaps it was because of the weather that gave a chill, or because the place they were headed for was the morgue.
The season was spring, but the temperature was cool enough to snow, so the two men were firmly dressed.
Originally, it was something that was not allowed. Aside from the fact that she was no longer in the royal family because they broke up, she was executed for treason.
Of course, Alecto had no intention of sending Erisâ body to the temple from the beginning.
âSave her. Jason will guide you through the underground passageway. And I will leave it up to you, Jason, to escape the country.â
At the words of the crown prince, Hubris asked.
âWhat are you going to say to the temple?â
âA body of a similar size has been saved. There is no fear of being caught anyway, as it is the law to cover the bodies of the royal family with cloth so that they cannot check the faces.â
The reason Alecto allowed the public execution in the first place was because he thought it would be easier to escape if Hubris could save Eris, making her a completely dead person and showing everyone.
The general public would never dream that the dead could be revived, so even if they saw Erisâ face in the process of escaping, they would only regard her as a similar person.
Alecto paused for a moment and drew a picture of the face that would be trapped in the tower. He didnât intend to look at her face in case he had any lingering feelings of regret or obsession.