The tea ceremony after Al arrived was initially tight, but his stepfather and stepmother actively spoke to Al and exchanged words with him.
At the end of the tea party, I think Al was able to talk to his stepfathers with a gentle expression.
âAcrylic, will you give me some time?
âThereâs something I need to do outside. I want you to go out with me.â
After the tea party was over, Al invited me after breaking up with his stepfathers.
There was no reason to refuse, so I understand. Then we went outside the royal castle in a discreet outfit.
Al, what can I do for you?
âAh⌠I really had to go first.â
Alâs expression, which he said to me, was somehow steep and nervous. What the hell does Al have to be nervous about?
We walked out of the royal castle, but Al wasnât headed for the castle town, it was a section lined with luxurious houses.
âThis is a parcel with a noble mansion. This is where weâre going.â
Al keeps going deeper. Itâs not as vibrant as a castle town, and the scenery continues like a beautiful arrangement.
Even in the same city, the air in the castle town is completely different. I think that the difference between the status of a civilian and that of a nobleman also appears in the place where he lives.
Al was silent all along the way. We canât say a word to Al as if heâs thinking about something, and we keep walking toward our destination.
By the time the sun set and the sky was dyed at sunset, it had reached the place Al was aiming for.
It was lined up with countless lined stones. There are no signs of people and they are not vibrant. I think itâs kind of a lonely place.
âAl⌠what is this place?
â⌠they call it a grave to mourn the dead. This is where the tombs are gathered, so that the dead can sleep quietly.â
In Alâs description, I somehow try to understand the concept of a grave. For us who bring life back to the forest, the forest itself is like a tomb. But it is also a place where life can live at the same time.
But this cemetery is where life is cut off. Thatâs why I feel kind of lonely.
Al stepped into the cemetery and proceeded slowly. Even though flowers are decorated here, itâs not as touching as it was in the courtyard.
I think itâs beautiful, but after all, the thought of loneliness comes first because the signs of life are thin here. Rather, the loneliness makes these flowers seem like comfort.
After passing through the lined graves, Al came to the place where the large gravestones were placed. It was even more distant from other graves.
â⌠ahh. Originally, graves were one for each person, or one for family and blood. This tomb is different.â
âThis tomb is bigger than anything else because it was mourned by the people I killed. More people sleep here than in any other grave.â
Al remained nervous, but somewhere he looked lonely and spicy. If the wind blows, youâll fall, and you wonât be able to keep an eye on Al, who looks as if heâs about to fall.
âWhen I tried to take over this country, the people who tried to help me slept here. They are traitors to this country. Some of them were executed together. Many of them were not allowed to mourn in their own graves those who said that they were avenged by the country. But the dead are the dead. You donât have to be angry when you die, and you donât have to curse the living. That is why the tomb was built. This is called a monument.â
âConsolation MonumentâŚâ
So, this tomb sleeps the people Al killed⌠is it a symbol of Alâs sins?
Al gets one step closer to such a grave and stands before it. I lowered my head on one knee with my hands in front of my chest.
âI donât think I deserve to go to the flowersâŚ. but Iâm here to apologize for the confusion I caused you.â
Al raised his face with his knees down. While looking up at the consolation monument, Al continued his words to repent.
âI despised myself that I was not the kingâs vessel and that I had no power to change anything. That weakness has caused me to lose my mind and to think about using you all. Such a weak royal family has bewildered you. Of course, there are some disgusting things youâve raised yourself. But now I think paying for it is what the royal family wants.â
The wind blows. Alâs back, which remained on his knees, was unreliable and looked very small.
âYour death was caused by a weak royal family named me. As a man who was supposed to be master, he was about to lose his mind. I must bear your death. To keep you from dying. Otherwise, your deaths will remain only a sin of treason against the king of this country. I donât think that mockery can calm you down.â
After that, Al drips his head again. Keeping your hands on your chest, squeeze one of your free hands and put your fists on the ground.
â⌠Iâm really sorry. I wonât ask you to forgive me. But please stand tall so I can wash your carelessness. I want you to see it in the afterlife. I will come to you anyway. I will not forget you. I will not let your sacrifice go to waste while I live on it.â
Al dedicates words that are bloody heavy and full of regret to his grave.
Then raise your face slowly. I want to see Alâs face and stand next to him. Al looked at me, but smiled a little troubled before turning back to the monument.
Al calls someoneâs name. The voice was filled with regret, and Alâs expression was filled with loneliness.
I wondered if the words he vomited were words Al couldnât say to Maurice.
â⌠as much as I hated myself, I neglected you. Youâre a typical disgusting aristocrat, and youâve been dealing with your older sister so much that you donât want to hear about her. But you were worth itâŚ. what did you think of me? Was it the same as me?
I know Al wonât answer, but I spin words like Iâm asking for answers.
âI was actually aware of it. I had to change you. You were poisoned too much by the poison in the house. But I bet youâve changed. Iâve changed, too. I took that opportunity forever.â
âHey, Maurice. If I donât want to be king, if I donât have that confidence, I canât believe the power of magic. If you tell me you think the Spirit wonât save us, will you? About the future of this country, about myself who was just blind to magic. Would that make us⌠friends?
Alâs expression, which lowered his face, was no longer visible. But Al seemed to be crying when his speech buttocks trembled.
Reaching for his shoulder, I held my fistâŚ. I shouldnât reach out here. Besides, itâs okay. I believe you.
Al stood up slowly. There were no tears there. He just looks at the monument with a lonely look on his face. Once I blinked and breathed⌠there was the usual Al.
âIâll leave my regrets here. The next time I come, Iâll bring you a souvenir of the futureâŚ. with her.â
Al puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls it a little closer to me. I left my shoulder with Al without resistance.
âIf you come here alone, youâre going to stop your feet. I wonât stop. Thatâs why Acrylic is watchingâŚ. so keep an eye on me.â
â⌠if I could end up halfway down the road, acrylic would instead dedicate flowers to this monumentâŚâ
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Somehow, I pushed my elbow into Alâs flank, saying something extra.
Al is desperately holding his breath as if he were moaning and kneeling on the spot. Ignoring Al, who coughed, I snorted.
âAl is weak. Iâm still weak enough to say such stupid things!
â⌠uhhâŚ! Acrylic, whatâŚâ
âBut you can be weak! Iâm trying to be strong, Iâm trying to live! Itâs the privilege of the living! I canât give it to the dead! Thatâs why Iâm not saying that I might not be able to fulfill it!
A little puzzled Al says, pointing his finger at him.
âThe more you fill this place with flowers, the better and stronger you are! If youâre gonna leave regret here, you just have to turn around! Try to protect yourself like you said! If you canât do it alone, give me a hand!
Al looks at me with a stunned face. I exhale loudly and then put my fist on Alâs chest.
âIâll make you happy if anyone says I wonât forgive you. Thatâs why Al gets happy. Al would be happy if he thought he could be recognized by these people!?â
â⌠no, itâs hard.â
âDoes it hurt to go on alone?
âAh, itâs so painfulâŚâ
Lean aside to keep Alâs forehead in his chest. Al turned his hand around my back without hesitation.
âI donât know. Did you say you wanted to apologize?
â⌠no. Well, thank you.â
âHmm. Thatâs good.â
I look one step away from Al and then at the consolation monument.
Al said that he had made these people wrong. But Iâm sure these people are the ones who fooled Al.
I donât know if thatâs the right understanding. Besides, what you say to these people doesnât change anything.
So thereâs only one thing Iâm going to tell you. But donât say anything, I swear in my chest.
Al said he wanted to be forgiven, but I didnât know.
You can hate Al if you want to. If you say you canât forgive me, you donât have to.
If Al says he hates being alive, itâs good to be caught up in hatred.
Because the dead canât do anything. If it turns out, Iâll stab you in the face.
Al will be happy with me alive. It includes mourning you, so I want you to sleep quietly.
Letâs go back to where we live. This is not the world we live in.
But thereâs something important here. Graves, regrets, the past, and mourning for it must be important.
We have to live to get something. So live to the fullest, and add flowers of consolation and mourning to your regretful past.
âGrow flowers when you get back, hire a gardener like your stepfather. Letâs grow all those flowers and bring them here.â
â⌠I see. Maybe thatâs a good idea.â
That said, Al finally laughed at me. And I smiled back.
Letâs walk without letting go of our connected hands. Alâs happiness is my happiness. Thatâs how I use my life, freedom of my choice.
The Kingdom of Palletia is a free country. He taught me the value of freedom and my responsibility to protect it.
Thatâs why I keep choosing. Make this man happy by Alâs side. Because thatâs where I got it, and itâs a sign of my life.