It was not until a long time later that Damien, who was depressed, opened his mouth again.
âIs it a son or a daughter?â
âA son. I think heâs about your age.â
âYou put it like you donât know for sure.â
âCause I donât really know.â
With a strange feeling of incompatibility, Damian stared at the man. The other man was definitely an adult, he might be a bit sleepy, but even if he washed both eyes and looked at him again, he would still be an adult, but strangely enough, just at this moment, he felt as if they were of the same age. It was as if a cold, nonchalant boy was sitting there dressed as an adult.
âAre you a father with a son for sure?â
Killian, who had been looking into space for a while as if thinking, answered calmly.
âI hate children. They always cry and donât understand a word I say. When they grow up to a point, they become selfish and troublesome. They are noisy. Uncontrollable. And bothersome .â
The feeling that Killian was just a boy like him seemed a lie, and the man was once again an adult.
Damian, who blinked blankly for a moment at the stream of evil remarks that followed one after the other, got belatedly furious.
âThen, why did you save me in the park!â
âNonsense! You even had your arm injured.â
Damianâs gaze went to the manâs left arm, which had defended him. Killian lifted his right arm to look at it.
âItâs your left arm. It was your left arm.â
The way he moved without blinking made it seem like he wasnât lying somehow. The way he moved and lifted it up looked like he had never been injured. Damianâs expression hardened more and more at the unbelievable sight. Seriously contemplating something, Damian came to a conclusion after a few moments.
âMister, are you a ghost?â
âThen wh-âŠâŠ you see, my teacher told me that there are ghosts in the world who donât even know they are dead. They are souls that couldnât leave because they had some unfinished matters in this world and became a wandering soul.â
He was certain. At that time, he had clearly seen with both eyes that there was a lot of blood flowing from the injury, and now that same man, sitting in front of him again, is just fine? So suddenly and so healthy? It made absolutely no sense to Damian, but again, itâs a ghost, so everything made sense now. Then, Damian, excited by the vivid sight, continued his story.
âYou came looking for your son, didnât you? You died, and you didnât make it to heaven just so you can see your son. That must be itâŠâŠâ
His confident speculation did not last when the man laughed quietly. Damianâs mind went blank the moment he saw the manâs broad smile and heard his laughter instead of the thin smile he had seen before. There was no trace of the stern, cool atmosphere anywhere to be found; it was replaced with a warm, pleasant spring breeze. He felt like his feet were floating, like stepping on clouds. It was a strange feeling, one he had had since the first time he saw this Mister . It was really weird.
Damian, who had coughed nervously when he saw a face that looked exactly like his staring back at him, lowered his eyes.
âLetâs be friends! Iâll help you find your son.â
âBecause you saved my life, Mister . Even if you didnât mean anything by it.â
âItâs not that it didnât mean anything.â
âI told you I donât like kids; I didnât say that I donât like you.â
Damianâs face flushed red with heat at the gentle reply. At the same time, for some reason, tears started to form in his eyes. He felt so sad, so lonely, and at the same time, he was very envious of this manâs son. They look so much alike, and yet he isnât his father?
âYou are âŠâŠ not my father by any chance, are you?â