Chapter 84

Episode 84

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

The man was lying on the ground, spilling blood. Ash walked away without even looking at the man.

Subsequently, the man’s colleagues also sprinkled blood one by one, decorating the ground.

I sat there blankly and stared at it. I was still doing that until Ash came back to me.

I blinked my eyes.

Ash’s expression remained the same.

It was neither cold, nor chilly, nor a glow of contempt or anger, as I imagined.

On the contrary, he was calmer than before as if he had found some stability.

Soon a hand came out.

“Can you stand up?”

It was the same thing I heard earlier.

I shook my head unconsciously. Then Ash held me up.

It was unbelievable. I couldn’t immediately understand what this situation was about.

Ash’s touch was softer and more careful than he usually was.

“Let’s go home.”

Home? Go home?

I raised my head while he held me up.

Home, I.......

Suddenly another anxiety stained my chest. Don’t tell me, he didn’t believe me?

Did he think that it was a lie? No, it can’t be. I wasn’t confident that I could stand it any longer. There was no power left to wait for a set end, feeling miserable about something deceitful, afraid, and unable to have.

I opened my mouth urgently.

“Eh, Ash, I... I’m not your sister.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious. Not a drop of blood mixed up. Not even a half-sister, completely, a complete stranger.”

“I know.”

Ash then added.

“I remembered.”

You remembered?

What, in the world, does that mean?

But I couldn’t ask any more.

This was because my whole body, which had been exhausted for a while, lost its strength as I had declared a strike.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? Take a rest.”

In the midst of dizziness, a whispering warm voice sank in my ear.

I didn’t know. It’s hazy. Anyway, I didn’t want to think about it anymore now.

I ended up closing my eyes in his firm arms, deciding to bring up the questions that hovered around my mouth later.

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Side Story – Ash

Ash Widgreen, surprisingly, had a memory when he was only a few years old.

It was a time when he thought of it now as if he had been submerged. His body was heavy, and his senses were faint.

Ash could tell if the person who came into the room was a child or not by listening to the footsteps.

He was a baby who couldn’t keep his body steady, but suddenly he could. And at the same time, Ash had one little patience. It was his first patient.

He wanted to open his eyes and see the child’s face, but Ash held it in.

His eyesight was not perfect yet. Things began to be outlined and colour-coded, but they were not perfect.

Ash was able to see that because he recognized that his vision was changing as the day went by.

Ash wanted to keep the child’s face intact in his eyes. The colour of the pupil, the hair, the line of the face.

He didn’t want to miss it, at the first moment he saw her face.

So he waited, until his vision no longer changed, until the moment when this ideal form is not apparent even over time.

“So why are you closing your eyes every time I come? Are you sleeping?”

“........”

“Well, babies sleep more than 20 hours a day, but how can you not wake up once every time I come?”

“........”

“There’s a rumour going around that golden eyes are so pretty. Show me your golden eyes, too. Are you going to be this cheap?”

How long has it been? It was around the time that grumbling was added to the child’s words.

Ash found out that yesterday’s view and today’s view are no longer different.

Only then did he stop patience and open his eyes.

As usual, the child came to the cradle and chatted beside him.

“So Bessie told the Doctor not to live like that, and the Doctor was so angry that he tried to break the bread on the table, but he got caught by the butler and.......”

The child’s voice suddenly stopped.

And Ash saw the child’s face for the first time at that moment.

To be exact, he captured everything in the child’s appearance, including her face. Voracious red hair, a round nose, a small mouth. Dainty hands, a light green dress with a cute ribbon.

Her amber eyes staring at him with surprise.

“Your eyes......are open.”

The child recited wonderfully.

Then she soon met his eyes and smiled brightly. As if ‘it was nice to meet you’ greetings.

“Hi, Ash.”

Ash remembered everything he saw that day. The child’s face, dress, and expression. The scenery and brightness of the room where the child was turning his back on.

The results of his first patience were sweet, dazzling and intense. That’s how the child entered Ash’s world.

Ash, who was a baby who had to lie in the cradle all day, soon grew up.

In the eyes of others, he looked as if he were standing up, walking, talking and running.

And in the process, Ash learned that it was his sister who invaded his world at a time when he couldn’t even move properly.

In fact, by that time Ash’s memory was naturally blurred, as it’s the usual case.

Although Ash was the child at the time who was more out of character than anyone else, he could still not have the memory when he was just born.

But that doesn’t mean the memory has disappeared. It’s just temporarily covered like a mirror that turned grey because it didn’t wipe off.

“Oh, my dear young duke. Are you looking for the lady?”

“You must really like the princess.”

“My lady stays in the courtyard. I’ll guide you.”

Ash followed her sister for granted before anyone could.

It was an act of instinct, as does a baby bird imprinted on his mother bird.

He liked his sister. It was just so. Young Ash was too old-fashioned at the time and didn’t find a reason.

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