âNo, you donât have to apologize. But youâre really honest, Mr. Acrylic.â
Thatâs what Mr Orphans said with a gentle expression on his face. Sylphine, who was holding her face with her hands, also corrected her posture.
âYour honesty may have been lost by the people of the Palatial Kingdom.â
âYes, what is it?
âWe are in a position. So honesty is not necessarily a virtue. Few people in this country are as honest as you are.â
⊠youâre being praised, right? Hmm, does this mean that people are different if they live in different places?
âI think Algard can change because you care so much. Thank you again, Mr. Acrylic. Thank you so much for saving my son.â
âNo, Al saved me tooâŠ..â
â⊠we sacrificed Al to a lot of grudges. I canât apologize, much of her sin is the sin we made her bear.â
Sylphineâs expression turned into a face full of sadness and regret. Mr. Orphans didnât say anything, and he silenced with a similar expression.
Glancing, huh? Thatâs probably what I donât think suits me best in this country. I donât know how many times Iâve heard it.
But I donât think I could throw it away because I was born in the Palatial Kingdom.
âSo thatâs why you canât throw away your temper, right?
â⊠yeah, thatâs right. Itâs not something you can throw away.â
âI donât know. I donât know, but I understand why itâs important. But I canât empathize. Because I abandoned Al.â
Sylphine looked up at me in my words. The expression is painful, but the mouth trembles as if it were just a few breaths without saying a word.
âBut if I hadnât abandoned Al, more people would have been abandoned. Thatâs what happened, isnât it?
â⊠ehâ
âItâs hard. Think like Ricardo, I canât tell the people of the Palatial Kingdom.â
âIf you were Ricant⊠why were you here?
A silent Orphan asks. The gaze was looking straight at me. I stretch out my spine and turn to Mr Orphans.
âRicant lives with the woods. The forest is harsh to live in, and no matter how hard they try, some people drink it. Thatâs why we accept that.â
â⊠that kind of thing?
âPeople die. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try. The cause may have been carelessness or a lack of pure survival power. Death is close to us, and sometimes we canât protect it. But weâre not sadder than we need to be.â
With my hands on my chest, I can feel the memories of the past. Even in a distant home, I always felt the breath of life. Itâs easy to remember, and it still breathes into me.
âWe live in the woods, we live in the woods. And restore life in the woods. The forest swallows even our death, but that life fills another life in the forest. We circulate in a world called the forest. Farewell is sad, but death is not sad. Because death is only for that person. So we have no choice but to live with all our strength in order not to regret it. Otherwise you wonât be happy.â
â⊠death is sad, isnât it?â
âThe sad thing is to regret when you break up. Thatâs why I canât understand that I have to sacrifice someone to live away from death. Thatâs not why Iâm asking you to admit to being killed unreasonablyâŠ.â
Having touched on the history of the Kingdom of Palletia, I also wondered my way of thinking.
Still, I canât give up the idea that Iâm still stained with, and I need to understand it and find the right distance.
âWe had a forest. There was a king in the kingdom of Palletia. I think thatâs the difference.â
âFor Mr. Acrylic, the forest is the kingâŠ?
âFor me, the forest is a mark for saving lives and returning them. Something that teaches and guides us.â
Thatâs why I think itâs different to push Richardâs ideas against the people of the Palletian kingdom. Because people live naturally and should not be nature itself.
It is painful and painful for a man to bear his death. But if you say itâs the king you have to carry, I wonder what a sad existence it is.
â⊠so much so. Surely we canât afford Richardâs way of life.â
Mr Orphans, who received my words, smiled bitterly, but said in a calm voice.
âIâm sure thereâs nothing I can do for you, but I think itâs worth it. If people take responsibility for lives other than their own, they will be crushed by the weight. Youâll look inconvenient trying to live with it.â
â⊠thatâs right. I wonât deny it.â
âBut you wonât deny it, thatâs enough for me. And thatâs why I want you to be by Algardâs side. The truth is, I should have told Algard. If the responsibility is painful, you should throw it away. But thatâs an unacceptable word for me. I canât just forgive you for Algardâs life.â
Mr Orphans said clearly. Though it may seem a faint word, there is warmth there. I wonder if this is another word from the glitter.
âYou donât have to forgive anyone. I just want Al to live.â
âAhh⊠thatâs good, thatâs good. Thatâs why I need Algard, Mr. Acrylic. We canât let Algard carry anything anymore. I canât blame Algard for wanting to carry it. I donât mind throwing it all away. There will be few things you can do about Algardâs life. So at least I want to admit that freedom.â
⊠Ah, after all, the Palatial Kingdom is a country of freedom. But somebody has to take responsibility for being free. I realized that it was a nobility and that it was a royalty that stood above it.
Al and Orphans and Sylphine must have suffered from Anisphere. Being royal is between its freedom and its responsibility.
I canât understand the pain, and Iâm sure I canât save it. Itâs what theyâve got, so they can only save themselvesâŠ. I canât try to save you.
That doesnât stop me from doing what I want to do.
âIsnât it okay now?
âNhâŠ?
âMr. Orphans isnât king anymore, is he? Then⊠shouldnât I tell Al? Itâs okay.â
â⊠isnât that right now?
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âI think it would be better if I kept regretting it. One day, for the day when you will sleep in peace.â
People die. Peopleâs time is not eternal. Sometimes everything is lost during that moment.
So I donât want you to regret it. Thatâs not what I know, no clues, no positions. It may be irresponsible to say so.
But I still feel sad. It is too painful to convey the thoughts I want to convey. So Iâll tell them both.
âI think itâs different that we can be a family, but we just have to leave each other.â
â⊠family, huh?â
Mr Orphans murmured with his eyes down and chewed heavily. Sylphine leaned down and tied her lips to a letter so she could think of something.
â⊠oh, thatâs right. I regretted sparing that effort, but I should have.â
âFace to face, you didnât feel like something was going to end this time. We are.â
âMr. Orphans, Mr. SylphineâŠ..â
Itâs scary to face each other. We live and die. It is difficult to live without regret.
No matter how hard you try, it doesnât always pay off. It is sad and painful to think that there was not enough effort at the time of death.
The world is sometimes irrational. Still, I canât stop walking. I canât stop it.
âThen I will tell you my words again and again. The words of Al, the words of the two. If you want to connect with each other, no matter how far you go, Iâll run through you.â
If one of us has to be separated, Iâll connect until the day we give up. Itâs my wagamma, the freedom I wanted. so that everyone can be connected as a family.
Thatâs all I can do. I have neither the power to change the world nor the power to protect it. Still, you can convey your thoughts with words to connect people.
â⊠Mr. Acrylicâ
Sylphine looks up at me. I stretched my spine and gazed at Sylphine. Then Sylphine smiled softly.
âThank you. Iâm really pathetic as a mother, but I still donât want to give up being a mother. Sheâs really important. Itâs important, but I couldnât take care of it. But thatâs not why I can quit. If that child still thinks me a mother, I want to be a mother. Thatâs why Iâd be happy if you could help me.â
âSylphineâŠ.â
âI want you to call me my mother, if only you could. Are we going to be a family?
â⊠yes, stepmotherâ
When I asked her to accept, Sylphine⊠her stepmother smiled happily.
Well, Orphans is your stepfather.
âHmm⊠is that so?â
âYes, Father.â
â⊠was it so emotional for such a honest and honest daughter to call me FatherâŠ?!
âYouâŠ.â
For some reason, my stepfather began to cry with restraint. For a moment, I was stunned, but I was terribly convinced that Anisphereâs face appeared behind my head.
â⊠what the hell is going on here?
âAh, Alâ
âYou made it, Algard.â
âMother, Iâm sorry Iâm lateâŠ. so what happened to my fatherâŠ?