Damn it, I canât be swayed by such a crude spirit. The Spirit of Light, which is only granted to Ray, can never be my comfort.
I will be the emperor.
I raised the tip of my lip, biting my lip hard enough to bleed.
âGoodbye, Raymond.â
I drew the sword that had stuck in Raymondâs chest, which dropped me into the depths of sin. Red blood spurted out as if to bless my accession to the throne.
The spirits of light that circulated around me and Raymond gathered around Raymond and shone brightly, then disappeared as they lost their light momentarily. Darkness overtook me as if it told me about Raymondâs death.
Yes, bye. A terribly pure sun, always shining brightly covering me.
So I took the victory, long dreams, the throne. I had reached the glorious future I was pursuing.
a night when the sun is completely down. I stood alone in the Emperorâs room, where there was no light left.
By the way.
âoh, did it hurt?â
Damn it, Ray was the same then and now.
In the final battle, was Ray sincere? Did he have any intention of defeating me?
I knew secretly that It was only in a moment that he was shaken. Itâs a long time to make tens of thousands of judgments for a person who has reached the level of Ray.
That if I had a heart, I could somehow stop the blade from entering his chest.
Seriously, is it true that I lost Ray? Or Itâs not that Ray lost? The question has continued since that day and is still unanswered.
However, Raymond Milanaire, who can answer the questions of the day, no longer exists.
I crouched in the dimly lit night, trying to forget Rayâs memories.
âWhy me⊠Why did I come back like this?â
Everyone has no memory, so why me?
I felt my return was a punishment. I accepted death, and I closed my eyes lightly.
Then, in the dark, the door creaked open and Ray came in. A long beam of light slipped through the crack in the door and reached the bed where I slept.
âDorothea, arenât you sleeping?â
There, Rey was standing with a light spirit as a lamp. I closed my eyes and sighed as I looked at Ray in his pajamas.
âWhy you againâŠâ
why is it you?
âI think there is a noise coming from your roomâŠJust in case you canât sleep because you are sick.â
Rey hesitated, grabbing the doorknob. There was a sign of sleep around his eyes. He seemed worried that my arm with the cast would feel uncomfortable while I was sleeping.
âIt doesnât matter if Iâm sick or not. You can just leave me alone!â
âHowever⊠You got hurt trying to help me too.â
I was the first to not let myself get hurt.
Ray muttered like that and fiddled with the doorknob.
âItâs⊠itâs just a coincidence!â
âThen why are you doing that?â
Ray, who even refuted me, carefully approached my bed with a drowsy walk. The spirits of light lit up the air like fireflies.
âIâll stay by your side until you fall asleep, Dorothea.â
Ray smiled as he sat down on a velvet stool next to the bed.
I looked at Rey with a blunt expression. Unlike Ethan, Ray had nothing on his head, so he had a pure white expression. It would be a bad idea to scribble lines on that pure white face and make it dirty with black content. it wouldnât be good
I shut my mouth as I tried to provoke Ray.
Meanwhile, Ray felt lucky that Dorothea didnât kick her out. Ray flew the Spirit of Light to the ceiling.
âLook at this, Dorothy. Twinkle twinkle like a star. Pretty, right?â
Rey worked hard to move the light spirit and embroidered the ceiling like the night sky. It was like the night sky on a summer day when stars poured down.
âItâs not pretty. I donât like the spirit of light. Itâs too bright.â
Itâs too bright.
âAh, yes⊠Too bright? Dorothea needs to sleep.â
Ray was embarrassed and made the light spirits disappear.
I lay down with my back on Ray. When I turned completely over, Ray covered me with the blanket. An idiot trying to be my brother. Iâm not thankful for anything.
I lay down and looked out the window, breathing quietly.
âDorotheaâŠYou know, did Dorothea never miss Mother?â
Ray, who said he would put me to sleep, interrupted my sleep by talking to me. Besides talking about our mother, it is out of the blue.
âNo.â
âDorothea is so matureâŠâ
I could feel Ray leaning his head on the bed.
âEven when I was 14, I wanted to see Mother.â
âI am sorry.â
I mumbled as I turned around.
âWhat?â
âMother died because of me.â
I clenched my fists under the blanket.
The mother you miss so much died because of me, what should I do? I canât even bring her back to life. Iâve even already killed your mother twice.
âWhat do you mean, Dorothea?â
âMother died while giving birth to me. She wouldnât have died if I hadnât been born. You would have lived happily ever after with your mother.â
Carnan and Ray must have lived happily ever after with Alice, the late empress.
When I imagined my family without me, it always envisioned a happy and warm image. Carnan spends a day full of laughter with the woman she loves, Alice, and their kind and cute son Ray grows up with a lot of love from them.
Itâs like having a picnic with the three of them spread out on a mat in the garden and talking together. The three of them lie in the same bed, smile happily and fall asleep in the warmthâŠit looks like that.
However, my birth destroyed the warm familyâs appearance. when I came, it was not warm at all. A distant, cold relationship where you canât feel any of the energy of your family. I believed that it was the first original sin of many sins I have.
âDorothea.â
Reyâs voice came from behind me. It was a voice with his head leaning against the bed.
âDonât say that.â
Ray said with a firm command tone. Just like when he told me to surrender.
I turned my head to look at Ray, because Rayâs tone now, I had never heard before. Contrary to his firm words, Ray was pouting his lips with his walnut chin. Is he crying?
âI thought I was lucky to have Dorothea.â
Ray clenched the sleeves of my pajamas.
One side of my heart ached.
âTo you, I may be an idiot, but I know this. That mother wonât regret giving birth to Dorothea.â
ââŠ.â
âItâs not your fault that Mother died. thatâŠItâs just like that. like you saved me, Itâs like I came to visit you who canât sleep.â
Ray muttered.
I had no idea what nonsense he was talking about. What the hell is it just like that? That doesnât fit the example at all. I lowered my gaze at his stupid words.
âYouâre really an idiot.â
When I was dealing with a fool, I felt like I was becoming a fool in the same way, so I thought I should not deal with it.
âDorothea is also an idiot sometimes.â
Ray murmured defiantly.
whoâs the idiot?
I did not respond to the stupidâs words and turned my back to lie down again.
There was a long gap in the darkness after that, but I could feel Ray restless behind me. Obviously, there is something he wants to say.
âYou know, DorothyâŠ.â
In the end, Ray canât stand it and opens his mouth.
Do you want to put me to sleep or do you want to chat with me? I sighed in secret.
âWould you like to go up to Lampas with meâŠ?â
âNo.â
I rejected Rayâs courageous offer with a single blow. Do you want me to go back up when Iâm finally getting used to this life?
âBut your arm hurtsâŠâ
âIâm injured, so I need to recuperate.â
I looked up and raised my casted arm. In my words, Ray did not speak for a long time, as if looking for something to refute.
âWhat if your arm is better? You can now hold a sword. You still donât want to go to Episteme? Youâre so good at swordsmanship, so if you really come to EpistemeâŠâ
âIâm not going, Iâm never going.â
Ray smiles bitterly at me.
âWell, Dorothea is good at everything by herself.â
Ray thinks Dorothea did everything so well by herself that there was nothing more to learn from Episteme, so the pressure to come to Episteme did not work anymore.
Ray leaned His head on the bed and muttered.
âI want to live here with Dorothea too.â
âYou should go back.â
âyesâŠâ
ââŠ.â
âDorothea, can I come over here again?â Ray mumbled in a sleepy voice.
I wondered how to answer his question. This Palace was not originally built exclusively for me. Since it was a place for the imperial family to freely use for recreational purposes, I didnât have to forbid Rayâs coming, so Ray doesnât even need to ask for permissionâŠ
âI Will think about it,â I replied bluntly.
But there was no answer from Ray. Instead, I could hear a deep breath from the back. When I turned around, Rey was asleep on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed. His hips and bent waist on the stool looked very uncomfortable.
âWho put you to sleep like that?â
How to put a person with insomnia to sleep on a child who has never stayed up all night? I stood up and sighed heavily. Anyway, I couldnât sleep today. I pulled Ray with one uninjured arm.
âUghâŠâ Rey groaned and turned to complain.
âRay, go to bed.â
âYesâŠâ
Ray, who was half asleep, roughly dragged his body and put it on the bed, and fell asleep immediately.
I got up and put Rayâs legs, which were out of bed, on the bed.
He smiled as he held the blanket tightly in his hand. It is like saying that it is good to cover him with a blanket.
âHuftâŠâ
He complicates peopleâs minds and sleeps well. I looked down at Rayâs face in the moonlight.
If you hadnât died then, would I have been able to live another life? Would the world be a better place if I surrendered?
I Looked out the dark window, waiting for the sun to rise. I could see a firefly flying away in the distance.