411 < Chapter 74. The Other End (1) >

Yeah, I know.

Sometimes it's better to be unfamiliar than familiar.

When there is a time, it means "there is," or "there is not." That means that in most cases, strangers are not happy.

'Kirrie.'

"Yes, Your Highness. '

'What happens after a person finishes his life. Have you thought about it?'

"A lot."

'I wonder what will happen.'

'I've never given an answer.'

'Why.'

'What's the point?'

'Is it meaningless?'

'Put a cinnamon on the grave, or set up Anelucia by the river. It's an act of comforting those who have left, but we do know whether they really embrace the Sinatra and say hello, whether they walk away with the lights in annexia, whether they're really comforted. I don't know anything.'

'Yes, you don't know anything.'

"Yes, it was only created by the living to accept their separation from the dead. Then, thinking about what happens to people after their lives means nothing more than self-satisfaction for the living. '

Strangers are not happy.

Mostly not all happy

"I thought you were thinking the same thing. '

"To think or to mourn after death is meaningless?" '

'Yes, it is.'

'Why did you think that?'

'The emperor still hasn't put the cinnamon on the tomb of the blue seagull. So that's what I thought.'

'I don't remember much of what I did.'

'It's been a year. Every time he had a chance to pass that time, he went there and emptied the bottle. You've never carried a Cinna before.'

'That's not why. Big flowers like cinnamon don't suit Eila. You're already pretty, Eila, without all the fuss over your head.'

"My Lord."

"Yes."

'The blue sole is dead.'

Strangers, never happy.

'· · · · · · · Like that.'

'Yes, he's dead. A year ago.'

'Yes. Eila's dead. That's what happened.'

"I know how many people the Emperor remembers when he looks at a blue hummingbird grave. The people you killed and the Devil himself. I know it feels like they're all buried together in that grave. We need enough Cinnamon to not be able to climb all the way up to that grave, but I know that it's not going to work with as many Cinnamons as you can carry, so you can't. '

'· · · · · · · Have I been sleeping? Why do you know me so well, you.'

"My Lord."

"Yes."

'The reason we put the cinnamon on the graves of those who have left is not because we don't know it's meaningless. It's not because you think about what the dead are going to look like. People who know and do things that are meaningless. because if you do that, you have to let them go.'

'Cause I want to live.'

'I want to live.'

'If you do so, you will live.'

'That's how you live.'

'That's how you survive.'

'It somehow comes to life.'

'Yes, Kirrie.'

"Yes, Your Highness. '

'If you do that and leave, I will. Who do you blame and who do you ask for forgiveness?'

Devilan is dead, and the blue seagull is dead.

The blue sole bird died in exchange for many of those lives that died for no reason. Just like you want me to realize for myself what it means to never come back, I died as if I could see for myself what you've done.

"If there is no one to blame and forgive, the Emperor cannot live. '

'I lived to protect you. After defending, there is still blame and atonement · · · · ·.'

After they died and disappeared, the world came to a strange place. It was something I had never thought about. There were no more lives to kill for no reason, nor were there any more lives to defend. There was no one left to blame, no one to accept the atonement.

'If I let go of my grudge and atonement. Now where do you expect me to live?'

I couldn't stand that strange world, so I summoned ghosts every night.

Devil comes in every night. A large number of people came to remember that the blue sole bird had not forgotten a single person.

I blamed him every night. I begged for forgiveness. After waking up, a strange day with nothing left begins again. After surviving that day, a ghost came to me.

'Do you remember the Tensyl knights who had just been shipwrecked and washed away dead?'

'I remember.'

'Is the king any different from him now?'

'Is it any different?'

'What is the difference between the king who has nothing to live for and who has nothing to drink and who has nothing to drink and who has nothing to drink? I'm going to die of thirst anyway. What's the difference? So stop drinking salt water. Why do you keep swallowing?'

That's what Kiri said.

'Spit it out. so I can breathe. We have to live with that. Occasionally is fine, so please vomit out of the water.'

Spit it out.

If it is to be swallowed, so be it.

But Bern couldn't do that.

It's gone. It's gone mad.

It's falling apart. It's shattering. As if it were erased.

* * *

The red sky glowed blue.

Just before the dark night, I was beautifully bitten with a feeling that it might be a shame to leave the day or a pleasure to take a rest. I mixed all the colors that were between red and blue together.

In the meantime, I just watched my brother sitting with my head down.

If you insist that it's all because of you, you can say, "Why? It's because of me. It's because of Brycen and Silicon and Remain." If you say, "It's all because of me," I'll explain by saying, "Why are you? It's because of Brycen and Silicon and Remain."

Fools won't even let each other out.

- · · · · · · · Tuck.

Not being able to say goodbye to silica.

Failure to prepare Indonesia for silica.

"Sorry."

I only told him what I had postponed.

- Boom. Boom.

I kept my mouth shut because I had nothing more to say to Pea Bean, who was just giving salt water on a healthy flower. I could barely vomit, but I just heard the sound of a drop of salt water falling on the petals.

After a long stretch of sunlight, you continue to watch only the shadows fade into darkness.

Let the sunset sky turn blue.

To make the shadows grow darker.

I stayed silent for a long time.

- Boop.

At some point, I realized the noise was becoming more frequent. A little later, I realized that the blossoms didn't get wet, and I didn't hear any more banging on the leaves in bright ears.

I stopped crying so quietly.

The vomiting ceases without a sound.

Kalian lets out a long, silent sigh. He turns his head to look at Plants and smiles lighter. That's why I found the peas sitting still with their heads down.

Brother, you probably didn't know because you've cried for the first time, but when people cry, their eyes swell. I don't have a Hina, and I made two circles in my heart so I can't even find a healer. I was supposed to have dinner with my fiancée, so I'm pretty sure she's still here. Brother, if you keep waiting like that, your eyes will only swell more. It's only a matter of time before Lucy looks like the frog she caught. Are you going to eat with Riley with frog face or should I tell you how to frog my eyes?

I was gonna say something like that.

"Plants."

"· · · · · · · Why."

Just a little more.

Just a little more.

I opened my mouth to Bern again, not Kalian. However, I was unable to speak for a moment. I used to soothe Yan for pulling everything out of me, but the one who cried without a word got a little helpless about how to deal with him.

"I wish."

If you called, tell me.

Peas raise their heads.

When Bern saw that, he forgot to answer and frowned.

"· · · · · · · · · Wow."

I didn't pour.

I was looking at Bern, who had a green eye that was only about the size of a cat's hair that I had just plucked out.

It's unfair. The crying one's eyes are clear. No, I even heard a toad from Hina. Why is she the only one who's okay?

"Why."

"No."

"What is it?"

"It's just been a while."

"What."

"There is such a thing."

Well, yeah. I guess I didn't have enough from the Sispanians because I thought that skinny bastard would be the youngest tomorrow. I wonder if there's a third. The Sispanians didn't expect him to have three sons, not enough of your offspring to have such mules and cow-like and nonexistent ones.

I have a lot to understand.

"My brother did. You want me to talk to you without telling you that it's unfair."

"I did. Your brother."

"So are you. Shouldn't we tell them what's unfair and talk about it?"

"· · · · · · · Earlier, I thought I was just talking about me. I'm here to comfort you. Isn't this a place for you to wonder about me?"

"I don't care."

"Doesn't matter."

Bern looks at Plants as if he were following you.

There's still time for dinner, and he won't even want to get enough of that cat hair out of my eye in front of Riley. It wouldn't be bad to talk a little bit more. That's why I thought of it.

"A lot of things are unfair, too."

And I opened my mouth like this.

But instead of saying it's unfair because your eyes are not swollen, I gave up something else. He doesn't know how to take it out completely in me, and he just wants to learn it all the time. Until he realizes how to take it out and learns it, he has to show it out first.

"The first time I fell into the sea, the day I didn't convince myself to take the sword for the right reasons, and the day I knew that a blue bird would never be beautiful died. It was unfair."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"Well, it wasn't just the great things that were unfair."

"Of course."

"It was unfair to pretend not to give me the money that my brother had wagered. One day, when his brother came to me and said," I can't see you anymore, get out of the palace, "it was very unfair."

Bern raises his finger once and points at the sky once.

"It was just this time. When I start to get hungry."

"· · · · · · Hungry."

"It was even more unfair because I was hungry. No matter how many people you throw out, you have to feed them."

Nod.

You thought about starving him.

Even the Purple Eyed King is clearly a fierce one.

"And, even the cliffs."

"What happened to the cliff?"

"Your brother told me once. I came down a cliff drunk."

"There was."

"After I left the palace, I left without hesitation. I was walking like a lifer all day, and a rock cliff blocked my way. I'm looking at it, and I don't want my pussy to hit me. They're blocking my way because I'm out of the palace."

"You can go back."

"After drinking."

"· · · · · · · I understand."

"Yes. That's why I climbed up there, wondering if I couldn't get through one of those. It felt good to be up and about. Then what would I have done?"

"Liquor."

"Yes. I was happy to sit down and have a few drinks."

"You're drunk."

"I woke up climbing a cliff. So I drank more. I'm halfway down to the other side after I drink, but that's a shame. Then what would I have done?"

"Liquor."

"That's right."

Who taught you that?

He's so smart.

"So I had to have just one more drink, and I slipped when I took out my bottle of Juju Island."

"Drunk."

"No, it slipped. I slipped and missed the bottle. So I stepped on it and I rolled right down."

Bern raises a thumb.

"It took me a long time to get up there, but it was quick."

Plants sighed for a long time, as if he had asked a strange question.

Bern smiles and says.

"I came all the way down here, but I remember that for sure. I got down here so fast, I..."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"Then I opened my eyes, and there was all this weird grass on my body, and everyone was flying around saying," Why are you climbing up there and drinking? Why are you crazy? "They didn't even know I was the king, and they all believed I was drunk."

"It's true."

"Oh, of course I'm crazy. A little drunk, too. But I wasn't drunk. I was trying to catch a bottle. I'd be a little less grumpy if I'd listened to you after I finished drinking."

"It is unfair."

"Yes. It's unfair."

"Just."

"I can't believe you just said that. People are an unfair people who do all sorts of things."

Bern mentioned Plants.

"So it's okay for you to be unfair about everything."

"Whatever."

"Except for harassing your brother and turning away."

"· · · · · · · · I know. That's it."

"Then you should know the opposite. Except for that, everyone can be unfair."

I told him not because I didn't know what he would feel unfair about it, but because he didn't know what to think about the world. Just as the teacher who taught Cairys' history tells us the extent of the final test.

Plants, who was clapping his mouth for a while, gives a voice.

"Cuffs. I shouldn't have stolen it, but I was mistaken."

"You seem to think it's an exchange of your brother's faults. You can be unfair because I made it to take care of my birthday, but instead of something that wouldn't suit me, I changed it to something that would suit me better."

You said you wanted to get Bern's birthday, so you got the right cuffs for Kalian. I changed it to a cuff that would suit Bern better.

"I didn't get a good look at Anna growing up."

"You asked me to go to Cecritia yourself. You can be unfair about that."

"My brother keeps saying that."

"That's because you're young. It can be unfair."

Plants grins.

It's unfair to think that Plants can be considered unfair. It's okay to be unfair about anything.

"Okay."

"Yes."

"Kalyan."

"Why · · · · · · · · Yes."

Calian stares at Plants, his face twisted and twisted, not at the personality I already have, trying to fix him.

Yeah, well. I don't know what to do.

If you split it, Brainy, he'll pick it up and put it there himself.

"I'm not Brycen."

I saw green eyes that were clear that the light purple eyes, which were not human, were human. I saw pearly eyes that glowed and gnashed back at the dry, little bit after sending some broken pieces away.

"Of course you do. Someone raised peas."

"So, Calian."

Instead of barking, Peas closed their eyes once.

"I don't need Brycen."

Kalian looks at Plants.

It wasn't just the Plants that kept Brissen alive. It was a family necessary for the welfare of Plants, of course, but we couldn't break the giant into pieces immediately, so we left it there. Serenti's relief, or Plants' reason for turning back the clock, was left there to prepare for it.

He handed it over to Plants in harmony and didn't touch it to make their power immediately Calian's.

Plants already knows.

Facts that were told without asking what Plants thought.

I only said that again.

"Yes."

"I can make a replacement for Brissen."

Plants points to Calian's hand.

A big scarred hand, Bern's hand. Hands that eventually have new scars on them. I looked at those hands and opened my mouth.

"So close it together. Bricen."

After a long hesitation, I commented.

"Power or power. I'll make you whatever you want. I'll give you everything."

Not to notice, not to persuade, not to rebel, but to have a conversation.

"Then there will be a lot of unfair things to do."

"I know."

"Silicon cap to Bricene. Pass Evan and Lennon through Brissen. He wasn't satisfied with Grey and Rashid, he wasn't satisfied with anything, he betrayed them all. They all fell apart. They even look like silica. He looks so much like him that he doesn't know the end and even looks up. I'm sure he'll say that."

"I want to live with my mother's hands and avoid my body in the shadow of my brother. Put Brissen back on your back as you please. Even if it adds up to one more. It doesn't matter."

"You've forgotten everything I've told you so far."

"I'm sure your brother can keep his mouth shut."

"No matter what."

"If you keep your mouth shut and snap your fingers, there's something you pass. You'll listen to me if I say it's unfair."

"Who?"

"Of course you're asking."

Plants' lips went up.

"Or my brother. He's my fucking friend. Someone will hear you. I guess not."

Kalian looks back at Plants.

On a day when I couldn't even fathom what I was made of, I looked at Plants for a long time, holding the starlight.

"If you think so · · · · · · · · · · ·."

I gave a terrible answer.

- Cheers.

Soon, Kalian untied all the bracelets he could use today.

The hair that had been sitting on the ground for a long time became shorter. The snow of the Great Desert, which did not melt after spending as much time, turned slightly darker as the wind howled over it. Like losing light and walking in the dark, no. More than that.

It shines with a black light that will no longer lock, bite, cut, or fade.

The scarred hand changed gradually. Instead of the many traces that remained, they were replaced with one wound that would soon heal again and a long, white hand that had already left only one sore.

Kalyan raises his red eyes to look at Plants.

"Brissen, I'm willing to get rid of it."

I sent the answer to my brother.

* * *

A sudden darkness sets in.

After a little late in the day, those who sit around the table and start eating and finish the day early return to their rooms.

"Would you like to go to the library, or in the bedroom?"

The person who was asked did the jaw.

A sharp jawline points to the side of the bedroom.

"Yes, Your Highness. Now that you have cleared it up, please take it inside."

Grey looks down at your waist, bending too deep, and shifts her feet. Then the butler who followed opened his mouth again. I thought it was a useless question, but I asked it in a formal voice, waiting for a useless answer.

"Can I get you a tea or a drink?"

"I don't need it."

Just as I exchanged the questions and answers, Grey entered the bedroom after finishing a few useless words. Then I bit the butler who was trying to come in with me and closed the door.

That's why no one could believe it.

In this house, in my house, I have always prepared a sword that I don't know when it will come, and I have always been wary of the poison that may be in it. With no one to trust.

"Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·."

It takes a long sigh.

It wasn't like this when I was in the White House.

So this is everything.

"Oops. Looks like you're still having a hard time with me."

This.

All of it.

"Grey Brissen. Marquis."

Grey narrows her eyes.

The cause of all this.

A red-eyed black cat returns to Grey's bedroom again.

Grey struggled to get her head blown off. He bows his head in a calm manner.

I knew Callian couldn't kill himself right away. Because I believed so.

"By the way, I'm measuring something."

A smiling black cat with a joyful face opened his mouth, as if he had read such thoughts.

"What are you talking about?"

"You and your son. I don't need one anymore. I wondered which one of them would benefit me more if I killed him later."

And then like this.

"Who to leave behind. No matter how much I think about it, it's him. How to do this. I came back because such worries could not be erased. If only I knew how to listen to the parties, I would be a good king someday."

With a relaxed face that seems to think about which of the delicious fruits in both hands to eat first.

"So tell me, Count. I'll listen carefully and be happy to."

I asked you a really useless question.

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