I canât remember how I got back. Just like when moving to Mashaâs house, I felt as if I was being swept away by something, and when the hand that was blocking my vision fell off, I was already in the Magic Tower.
As I let out a light sigh, Dante, who was standing behind me, passed me by.
âDante.â
I called out his name, yet his steps didnât stop. He didnât turn his head to check on me, nor did he seem to hesitate at my call.
It wasnât until I got far enough to reach the door that I heard a short, incoherent voice.
âJust for today, donât come out of this room.â
âDonât come out of this room?â
âYeah.â
It was an attitude of almost trying to keep me locked up. I quietly crossed my arms, not intending to answer, and Dante slowly grabbed the doorknob.
âIf I find Masha first, you wonât have to go there.â
âDante.â
A voice full of pessimism with light tiredness came out of my mouth.
I really havenât forgotten an inch of what happened right before.
âThat guy threatened us with Mashaâs life.â
ââŠâ
âI donât know what itâll do with Masha if it notices that weâre acting a little weird.â
Maybe Dante can really save Marsha. However, it didnât matter whether I believed in Dante or not.
There are times when you canât rely on one belief toward the other person. Just like now, my friend was with someone who could hurt her at any time.
I asked to see if Masha was all right, and it said it wasnât difficult. Then at least Masha is fine now. and she will be fine
âWho the hell is that?â
ââŠYou donât have to know.â
Listening to that shrewd and cool tone, it was like going back to the day I first talked to Dante.
There wasnât even the slightest hesitation in the back of the man who left me alone and opened the door to the hallway. Like the request that was almost compulsory, and the way he never looked back.
None of them were Dante-like. He didnât think Iâd be fooled by that attitude, did he.
That Danteâs cold behavior was all fake, I could tell without bothering to check my face.
I didnât follow Dante, I just stood there and asked calmly.
âCan I stay here just for a day?â
ââŠâ
âIf I wait here for one day, will you not avoid me tomorrow? Dante.â
His body, which had been moving as if to leave the room at any moment, stopped. Dante paused as if he was about to say something, yet in the end he couldnât say anything and lowered his head.
If youâre going to say it harshly, you should do it until the end, but you canât even do that. I went up to Dante holding back a sigh to come out like a habit.
I didnât feel any strength in the arm that followed when I led it. Like a person who was anxious about this situation, maybe desperate.
Come to think of it, he has always been afraid of anything related to me.
âDante. You know what Iâm going to say.â
Dante shook his head as if rejecting that statement. He knew, but he just meant to pretend he didnât.
I understand Danteâs feelings more than anyone else. I know how harsh this situation is for Dante and how much pain my words will make him.
Well, Iâve already left Dante once. With only one possibility that he might get separated from me again, Dante has been so anxious and afraid for the past few days.
Dante learned that there is no such thing as perfect death for me, but we hadnât seen each other in a while. In other words, it was far from enough time to heal the wounds of 10 years.
If I only think about Dante, itâs right that I stay next to him. As he said, it would be better for me to wait quietly here.
But every time I thought about it, the situation I went through today was repeated in my head.
The sight of the communication tool being shattered and the screams for help.
Broken windows, torn curtains⊠Masha was nowhere to be found.
A voice full of static that said it would kill Masha if I refused to talk to it.
My hands tremble belatedly.
ââŠDante.â
But I tried my best not to tremble even in my voice. I tried not to notice that my worries about Masha and the suspicious words that were aimed at me came to me as a sharp headache.
I mustnât show any signs of fear or fear. Because the purple eyes that sunk endlessly far away were right in front of my eyes.
Because you, who cares for me more than I do, are in front of me.
âDante, look at me.â
ââŠNo.â
As if taking a step back wasnât enough, the purple eyes turned away from me.
What Dante said in a scratchy voice was a cold rejection. After hearing that, I realized that this was the first time I had ever been rejected by Dante in this way, and immediately after realizing it, I stopped all action.
If there was any consolation here, it was that I wasnât the only one who was shocked by those words.
As if he was more bewildered by what he had said, he hesitated like me, yet immediately after that, he looked at my complexion. I tried to make proper eye contact, so I turned my head again, but the reaction I showed right before gave me a little sense of Danteâs feelings.
I stopped trying to force eye contact, and instead held Danteâs hand.
It was a cold hand. Very much.
âI know what youâre thinking. And what youâre anxious about.â
ââŠâ
âAlthough itâs obvious, I donât want to meet him either. Itâs very suspicious, and I donât know what his plan is, no, to be honest, itâs scary. That I have to go alone to a place I donât even know.â
Originally, Iâm a person without great courage. Iâve never felt a sense of justice that I have to move to save people.
I was the kind of person who would do as much as I could, even in situations where I needed to, and would be willing to hide when there was room to hide. Fear could lead to cowardice at any time.
I have a constitution worthy of being called special, but that is all. I was aware of my helplessness, and I knew that I was weak in many ways, even if I wasnât talking about physical strength.
I was just that ordinary person.
âŠBut.
âBut what will happen to Masha if I donât go?â
I never said grandiosely that I would never have a friend again in my life, but that didnât mean Masha wasnât precious. She was more than just a friend in the village, she was a friend who listened to my secrets, understood me, and even thanked me.
Can I just throw her away?
First, thatâs impossible. Because Iâm really, just an ordinary, weak person.
After hearing my words, Dante replied in a very small voice.
ââŠIf I find a way so that itâs fine without you having to goâŠâ
âDante. I canât talk about gambling with peopleâs lives.â
ââŠâ
In the sentence I spat out with great effort, before I knew it, I could feel the strength entering his grip. As always, at an intensity that wonât hurt me.
The feeling of holding me back as if telling me not to go was tantamount to proof that Dante was agitated by my words.
âYou donât know why he wants to talk to me, do you?â
ââŠMm.â
âThen I have no choice but to ask.â
Even if itâs not the day I have to face that face, I can ask when I confirm that Masha is safe. He said he was sending a communication tool.
It was to make up my mind completely that I asked about his purpose. If I want to find out the purpose that even Dante doesnât know, Iâll have to ask him myself. In addition to Mashaâs safety, I had one more reason to face the man.
Even if I didnât have to say, âI intend to listen to him,â Dante seemed to understand my decision through those words.
Eventually, Dante broke his cold face and twisted his face as if he was crying. Only I, who understands you, knew that you were deliberately trying to be cold to hide this expression.
A pitiful, watery tone reached my ears.
âEven if I tell you not to go, you wonât listen.â
âMm. Iâm sorry, Dante.â
After apologizing, Dante leaned over and buried his head in my shoulder. The sound of breathing nearby seemed to be sobs, and sometimes it wasnât.
âIâm not going with just a bare body. Weâve been told that it doesnât matter what action you take, but are you still anxious?â
I know you canât help but feel anxious. But as I want you to be a little less afraid, I had to spit out these words.
Contrary to my deliberately feigned composure, Danteâs voice trembled thinly without any embellishment.
âI will do anything to protect you. But, but Ei.â
Why do I make you cry so often? I thought quietly, feeling my shoulder getting wet so clearly that I couldnât pretend I didnât know.
Why do I keep making choices that make you cry?
âWhat if something goes wrong, and we get separated like before?â
It sounded rather like a childâs complaint, so I could tell that it was Danteâs sincerity.
I slowly patted the back leaning on me and spoke in a low tone.
âItâs a little hard to say in these circumstances, but Iâm scared right now, you know.â
ââŠMm.â
âSo, Iâll tell you this only for now.â
Following my whisper, Dante slowly lifted his head.
âI will do my best to come back to you no matter what.â
ââŠâ
âTo your side, who is waiting for me.â
So donât be too anxious. With those words, I thought I had seen Dante make eye contact with me for the last time.
Soon after, the hand covering my face still felt cold, and Danteâs tears, which I hadnât seen in a long time, didnât stop.
The warmth that finally reached me was friendly, as always.