382 < Chapter 68. Sleep (7) >

Hands full of stiff flesh and chest.

You move your hand slowly, moving dramatically different from the current one, and sweeping the long, messy head for long. I opened my mouth again after feeling the strange feeling of cold and tender hair wrapped around my fingers.

"Take candy in one hand, bread in the other. When I eat candy, I feel bad for bread, and when I eat bread, I get crushed by candy. After all, how does it feel to be stuck in your mouth and see you squeaking at things you don't want to get along with? Have you thought about that?"

"· · · · · · · I don't know. I've never seen anyone so greedy, and I've never been so greedy."

"That's weird. Why are you pretending not to know? I'm saying that's what you did, I..."

Calian reaches out his fingers, smiling. And he pointed to Grey Brissen, who was stuck here, cursing, just for being here with her.

"I don't want to inherit those eyes, and I can't abandon the empty shell of the baron's son. If the baron who came to be pushed by the baron is not greedy to believe in one of my family and run around with the shaft in front of the prince of this country, what should he call it? Deception? or · · · · · · · idiocy that is not covered by reasonable words?"

I almost lived.

I don't know how well I picked out what Rashid hates the most, but I can't take it anymore.

Calian closes his eyes as if he can no longer see Rashid smiling closely. I rub it over my closed eye several times with very graceful movements and then open my eyes again.

Then, looking back at Rashid, who had not finished accepting what I had just heard, he made a weary voice.

"I don't care about anything. I need you to step back. I'm tired. I can't tell if I'm just bending the air when I reach out my hand, and I can't tell if I'm blind when I'm staring straight, so how much longer do I have to look at the fool with his pointless arms raised and his head raised? I am."

Tired is not a lie.

It's hard enough not to die, exactly. No place is sacred. The power of blessing is working hard. There are limits unless there is a Hina.

The red scar that overlaps the poison and the wound is still vivid. If I don't meet Hina soon, I'll probably get ugly somewhere else.

So whether you're tired of your eyes or your body is tired of seeing him, your mind is dizzy. After all these reasons, I just want to go back.

"· · · · · · Heaven and Sun."

Rashid smiles quietly.

- Check.

What to say when attacking the opponent's king on the chessboard.

Not long ago, when I aimed my sword at Plants, I remembered what Kalian whispered in front of Plants. Maybe it wasn't a chessboard. It just meant he saw something. Or he's trying to end Rashid's life. If not him.

Rashid thinks he's attacking his king, so he got into contact with Plants to stop his checkmate and said that on behalf of Rashid.

"The sky and the sun."

It bothers me. It bothers me what I say now and what I say that day. The red eyes of that day are irritating, and the bright eyes of that now are irritating. Everything bothers me.

"I was a little surprised. I didn't think you'd say that much about where I reached out and looked."

"You'd be surprised."

"I'm a little more interested that you've seen that. What's holding them back without letting go? I'm a little more curious. Well, isn't that amazing?"

Threatening.

The threat of knowing Khalian's weaknesses.

Calian smiles relaxed as he sees the explicit gaze again reaching Plants.

Since the day I blocked Plants from the rooftop, I've had enough of your weaknesses to hide them. So it was impossible to get caught now.

"I'm not picking up. I'm raising it. I'm growing up a little weird, but I'm still having fun raising it."

I frowned as if Plants were annoyed by his untrue brother's answer. He doesn't look at Plants, so he doesn't even see his face.

"I was surprised, by the way. I didn't know you had a head to understand, to understand and to wonder about. Is that why you saved it?"

Her eyes move quietly.

Through Rashid, to the side, to the side. I turned to the other one with the green eyes.

Grey's brow frowns.

The teacher ridicules the disheveled hair and the disciple falls with the same color of eyes. My back hurts, but now I can't even tell what to be angry about because I put my head in my mouth.

Or not.

"By the way."

Calian looks at Grey for a while and moves on.

Buck, buck, buck.

With your big feet tucked in your shoes, the scar moves, and you take a slow, uncomfortable step in front of Rashid.

I lowered my head slightly.

He looks down at Rashid and opens his mouth.

"Do the others know? When his favorite cub caught a winged lion trap, he mistook it for a lion hide that he could not catch, and his eyes were turned on a black cat that fled instead of a lion."

Fire broke out in Grey's eyes.

A breathtaking peer flows out from Alan.

Calian lowers his head a little more as he steps one step closer between them, as Grey and Allen's anger toward Rashid will be averted. I came as close as I could to put my forehead on Rashid's forehead.

The flesh of a single person is plunged down like the hair of a cold light that pours down.

"Do you know the snake cub in front of me?"

The silent opens.

Callian opens his mouth in a small silent window so that no one except Rashid and himself could hear it, not even Kiri.

"I'm not the only one who's turned his back on what he caught and missed."

Racid's body smells as nasty as the tons of blood on it. A deeper life than the smell of that blood soaks directly into Rashid's head.

Rashid stops Khalian's sword against Rashid.

Kalian stops Rashid's sword against Plants.

Fights that were shorted without picking up their swords at each other. Rashid raises his head at the words filled with regret.

"Hunting. Can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Do you know what's the first thing most people ask when they point a knife at someone?"

I shouldn't have let you talk.

Callian looks back at Rashid instead of answering.

"Why. Ask why. Ask him why he wants to kill himself. I don't know if you know this, but most of the time you do."

You have no idea.

A long hose is painted on Calian's mouth. Rashid's words continued, not knowing the meaning of the acquired smile.

"I've only seen one person who doesn't ask that question twice. who could not see, hear or speak. And another one. Kalian, you. You did."

"Oh, my God. Was I so special?"

"You can say it's special. I couldn't sleep because I was curious about it. You already know why I'm doing this. Maybe you're not stupid enough to live. If not him."

Rashid's face twists.

I gave a calm voice, making an indescribable face with the Journal, the Grief Journal, the Grief Journal, or anything else.

"Do you think there's too many reasons to die?"

Kalian bows a little more.

I burst into laughter.

I laughed for a long time, covering my body and face, as if I didn't even think about what it would look like to those watching outside the Silent membranes.

"Ah · · · · · · · I wonder."

Kalian raises his head, barely smiling.

"That's not it. I'm saving it."

"What do you mean, save?"

Then, with all the questions in mind, he told Rashid the answer to see him.

"You should ask the man who's going to kill me. Not like you."

Rashid's lips look good.

At some point, I wiped out the smile and sent the same life towards myself.

"Don't spare it, ask. And then you can never ask."

Kalian nods.

Silent has been stopped. And I answered.

"I'll take care of myself. Whether you like it in your father's arms or not. Decide that first and worry about me. Then you'll never get away with it."

When Rashid opens his mouth again to say Moore, one of the knights rushing into the reception room says something urgent.

"Your Highness, Elazar has surrounded the outer villa."

Grey, who hoped more desperately for Elazar's knights to come before Callian was found, looked at Kalyan and Plants without my knowledge.

Plants looks relaxed when he sees it.

What should I do now that your knights are here?

I'll take the blame for keeping my brother locked up. I don't know.

Just like that, I looked at Grey and opened my silent mouth.

"I came here because I believed in the words of the Grand Marquis, who said I was to save my brother from the ignorant. I guess I took a wrong turn. I don't see my brother."

Grey looks at Plants for just a moment and quickly gives him the answer.

"Looks like the road has crossed, degrade. Prince Kalian asked me to personally arrange for knights to be taken safely to the royal palace."

"I see. Then I am at risk." "

"No, I don't think so. You just moved around worrying about Prince Kalian's well-being."

"Glad you understand. Then we'll be on our way."

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Marquis of Manasil should also leave."

Grey, whose face asks her to leave, opens her mouth to Alan.

Alan nods. Then he looks deep into Rashid's eyes and says to Grey,

"What it must have felt like to be dead Evan. Now you know."

I never said anything about Evan being sad or feeling sorry for Grey. Hearing it, Grey clammed her lips.

Alan comes forward in a quiet step and gives his final statement.

"If you don't think we need each other, talk to anyone. Whichever comes first, I'll be happy to help you."

Then I carried Kalian directly on my back, unable to move space because of the wound. Even though Calian had grown up at once, he was still smaller than himself. Thank goodness.

"Don't take off your bracelet. I'm afraid the wound will move again."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Callian nods calmly, not resisting, because Alan's expression was hesitant.

Soon Kiri walked in and put on the hood of the Black Robe. Calian, who is in perfect comfort in the dark, puts my head on Alan's back. The long hair that touches your fingertips is strange and painful, so Alan, who holds his tongue once, moves his feet quietly.

I went back like that.

To the palace.

Leaving behind Brissen's rich man, I'm sure there will be bad conversations.

* * *

The light is silently lit in one of the treatment rooms in Wilhelm's Coffin.

No one is allowed to enter except Hina until the person inside returns to his original form. Arsenal, as well as Remainne, Jando and Calian, will not be able to enter the room until they are healed.

Hina, who came in a hurry, didn't scold me.

He didn't say, "Thank God you're back." He didn't say he was worried.

- You look like King Cecretia.

I looked at Kalian for a moment at the stranger's face, but I held his hand and looked at myself and said a short word.

- You look a lot like him?

- Yeah, but it's not the same.

- I'm better, right?

The king of Cerritia is more handsome. I like the way you look.

Callian chuckles.

- Why don't you ask me who I've turned into, Hina?

- Whoever did this doesn't change who messed up inside McDreamy. So let's stop talking about it. It's going to take a long time to fix.

Hina's light spreads throughout the wounded body.

- The magic device won't change your organs. It just stretched to fit, and the wound moved. So I'm just going to stay until tomorrow.

- Yeah, okay.

- Do you want me to tie you up if you get a headache?

- No.

Kalian shakes his head.

- It's okay, Hina. I'll leave you to it.

Hina nodded her head and healed her without further questions. However, after returning home much better by myself, I returned with good news that I don't need to starve this time.

So, Calian, sitting in the white room, lowers his head quietly. I raise my hand.

Hands full of stiff flesh and chest.

I remember when, where, who, and what it all came down to, and my hands were perfectly identical. I finally looked closely at his hand for a long time.

I sat still looking at him for a long time.

- Tak.

On the palm of your hand, something is frozen and placed.

A big pink box was placed on top of his hand where it came from.

Only I fly.

I can see the end of a beige shoe with a silver buckle.

Following the tip of the shoe, Calian, who almost raised his head without me, held his eyes firmly to what was in his hands.

"You're here for a human snack."

"The pink-haired wizard left something with salt on it."

"Sir, are you giving me what I brought for you to eat?"

"My brother can't tell me to bring food at this hour."

A pink box that resembles the color of Needlelen's hair.

Kalian looks at it for a long time and moves his big hand to open the lid. And I looked down at what was inside for a long time.

I almost raised my head again.

"You saw it and you brought it."

"· · · · · · Cake."

I almost raised my head this time.

That.

Sculpture cakes with a delicious fragrance, small sizes that fit into your mouth.

Those that are so beautifully decorated to eat.

"I have to eat this."

Grapefruit cake.

I was so curious about what Plants would look like when he found it that I almost raised my head.

Instead of answering the question, White Hands swooped down and picked up a cake in a box. I took it with a thick, sweet scent and ate it.

"You're eating it because it was given to you by Sir Jay. You didn't have to tell me to eat it. You're too discriminating."

"No, the pink-haired wizard's brother."

I said, "Oh, I had a brother. A café. Do you eat grapefruit cakes from strangers and not eat peppers? You're too discriminating."

"You. If you're gonna bark,"

Plants said he was going to put the lid on the box and take it back.

"No, I eat."

Calian quickly shakes his head and picks up a cake, even though he was hungry. I've been looking down and lifting the cake. And I ate.

Not given to me by Randall.

You eat when you come back.

"This is delicious."

Delicious.

It was delicious.

The man who had waited four days to forget to eat, and the man who had slept four days without thinking to eat, ate sweet cake for a long time. No matter how scared she was, she told me not to make my sister suffer too much, so I ate a cake that was delicious.

Calian opens his mouth quietly, filling his stomach without raising his head once.

"I knew how to get in touch with Xeon through the head of the Society of the Wizards of Cecritia. I'm going to try calling that side without slowing it down. I think we should try to figure out how Rasheed Brissen and Xeon are connected. And by the way, Sergei..."

"In the vault."

Plants' voice stops Calian from speaking.

"You put it in there. Crystal."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"I didn't know I put it there."

"I'll get it out. When will I get it out?" I was still thinking that. Not today, but tomorrow, we'll have to remove the bracelet. "

Calian sighs for a short while.

Plants looks down at the back of his head and opens his mouth quietly.

"Couldn't get one out. I had to bring it out like that. I hope not."

Kalian raises his head, hearing unexpected words.

"Don't overdo it. You, too."

Plants glances down at the light purple eyes without any further surprises.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

The sound of footsteps disappears without hesitation.

A box of empty cakes, an empty room, unfamiliar hands, and Calian, who was looking at it, gave a small laugh.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

A late answer came out, missing someone to listen to.

Shortly after the owner returns, the lights will be on the fourth floor of Chermill Palace for a while, and then it will be turned off again. The lonely light of Wilhelm's coffin falls into darkness. Plants to Plants, and Calian to Calian, resting comfortably where it had been for a long time.

After a long time, they both fell into a deep sleep.

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