Chapter 45: MoonlightTicket to Lunoa
This unstable and precarious handwriting must have belonged to that man. Just facing those words gives goosebumps on the back of my neck. As if I were already trained to react so.
There was no information about the sender on the envelope. Its not a common letter, but the problem was that Julia was too simple. If Mrs. Kerney had received it, she would have asked about the source of this strange letter.
Is the person who brought this at least looking normal?
Well I guess I shouldnt be surprised by this mysterious man that bought off all types of people.
By the way, my winter?
I guarantee that there will be only one person in the past, present and future whom I compared to winter, that cold season which is brilliant even without color.
Thats how the first verse of the poem I wrote while thinking about him began. If only one season is allowed in my life, I will live through the winter that resembles you..
There were days when I recklessly threw myself into the arms of winter with that mind. It was the day when the unprecedented heavy snow poured out. That day, I froze coldly at the foot of the harsh winter, and my heart almost stopped.
It was the winter that saved ...
I was still lost in thought. Why did that unidentified man who looked just like Alan Leopold say he was my winter?
Naturally, the flow of thoughts passed by.
He is Alan Leopold. What is strangely different from what I thought of Alans true self, or his public persona was all just an act.
And Alan read my letter, which he accidentally picked up at the victory ball, without throwing it away. He didnt just read it, he still rembers it, and he may still have it.
Maybe it was the poem that I accidentally took to the ball that made him fall in love with my words and sentences? Maybe the praise from the academy got to my head to create such a ridiculous hypothesis.
If this hypothesis is questionable, it is the fact that Alan had plenty of opportunities.
Hes my love letter. I dont know when he read it, but if he read it and had a crush on , he would have been able to contact at any ti. He knows where I live, so he would have been able to send soone ho sooner or if he had held a small charity event in the na of my family..
Even the coffee shop I go to often belongs to him.
But if he just decided to hide his identity and observe my every move Its hard to see that he has good intentions for .
Maybe he was trying to imitate the way I write or the process of getting inspiration, by observing in detail?
It may have been that he noticed my talent and eventually beca covetous. As a mber of the Leopold family, he has always lived a life of easily getting what he wants, so its not unreasonable to have such a mindset.
Maybe,
While I was confused in my head, a certain thought ca to my mind.
Maybe hes finally trying to reveal himself...
No wonder, he, who had never appeared in front of so far, slowly began to appear, and even revealed the fact that he beca my neighbor.
Now that he has co to call himself your winter...
My intuition was screaming again and again. At last he was ready to reveal that he was Alan Leopold.
I imdiately opened the envelope. My tightly closed lips were naturally tightened.
When I opened the envelope with trembling hands, I could see a finely folded letter, and a stiff paper just the sa size as the envelope.
I took at the thin paper that was presud to be a letter first. Then I unfolded it with a very nervous face.
As always, the letter was not even properly formal, and of course, only three lines were there. My eyebrows frowned automatically due to despondency.
Congratulations?
You wouldnt be happy to see that I gave the novel to the academy, but congratulations? Didnt he even send a threatening letter to write the novel just for him?
It even contains content that seems to wish good luck for studying abroad in the Principality, so I cant help but be suspicious.
I dont know what the hell changed his mind. Regardless, this sa man, who has made tremble in anxiety by rolling in his hand for months, is sending such a congratulatory ssage.. It was simply absurd.
Did you suddenly repent in front of God or what.
Naturally, it was not imdiately acceptable. Did you think Id cry and be thankful for this? Do you deserve to say this to in the first place? Is he being sarcastic for not listening to him?
In the anti, it was frightening that he even knew the news of my novels victory.
What I didnt quite understand was the last sentence as well.
Youre not going to chase anymore? Thats because Theres no need for that?
I felt despondency and bitterness at the tip of my tongue for no reason.
Ha.
Of course, to see him disappear completely from my life is sothing that Ill welco with my open arms. I dont know how much Ive been hoping for this to happen.
But the saying that there was no need for it weighed on my heart with a strange sense. that feeling sohow resembles emptiness.
How should I accept it like this?
He had been holding my breath for several months already, and he was soaking wet in every crack in my daily life. I was conscious of him with all my senses, both when I was awake and when I fell asleep.
So, this might be the feeling of missing a long-ti sick tooth. The pain that has been bothering has disappeared, so I feel relieved, but I feel empty right now.
In life, there are often monts when you feel unfamiliar with yourself. So rather than being fully happy that this man finally disappears from my life, it would be just a mont to feel sowhat complicated.
After months of overworking my heart, so aftereffects will be inevitable. Nevertheless, in the end, everything will find its place, and I know everything will be fine.
With that heart, I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. At the sa ti as the strength of my whole body was released, the tension that was tense seed to fade.
It was then that I started thinking about the contents of the envelope. Reluctantly, I pulled out a long, stiff piece of paper. Thinking that it was inevitable to feel reluctant as if a shadow had been cast again.
The paper, which is exactly the sa size as the envelope, was very colorful with gilded edges. In the center, a sailboat with a large sail was drawn, and the na of the shipping company, the departure date in less than two months, and the letters Moonlight and To the Principality of Lunoa were clearly engraved.
..Is it a ticket?
I cant believe there are all these kinds of fancy tickets in the world. I stared at it for quite so ti, because the surface that shines with every gentle tilt is so beautiful that it is srizing.
So, is this the last present from the stalker?
.
In fact, it doesnt seem like Ill be receiving the boat fare, so I had to purchase a ticket to the Principality. Moreover, even the lowest-class tickets, not such expensive-looking tickets, are quite expensive. That was common fact that even a child would know
So, there was no reason to tear up a valid ticket just because it was sent by a suspicious man.
Such excessive solicitude for my welfare, thats the only aning I could derive from this genuine ticket. Its not like a trap set up by a stalker.
* * *
I wasnt the only one who had never left the kingdom. All three won in the red two-story house tilted their heads when I took out the ticket and showed it to them
Among us, my father, who was a soldier, was the only one who went abroad, but the camp was too far away.
My mother, who asked the source of the ticket. I told her that it had been enclosed in the letter from the academy. However, if this is fake, the situation becos complicated because I have to get the money from my mother.
For proper follow-up, it is necessary to check the facts quickly, but do I really have to go to the port and check it out? The port is too far from the capital.
If it was in the sa direction as Piccom, it would be worth visiting Viola before studying abroad, but Piccom and the port were situated in completely opposite directions. Can I ride the carriage to the port?
At that ti, Mr. Greg miraculously ca. After lunch, I was playing the piano blankly, and suddenly I felt like the sun was shining*.
(* To get an idea/enlightennt)
Greg might have been to the port before!
..ahem, wait a minute.
Yes, madam.
When Mrs. Kearney, who carefully examined the at, disappeared to the kitchen to pay for it, I quietly approached the front door.
Hello, Mr. Greg.
Oh, lissa! I heard youre about to study abroad? Youre so passionate. Ill cheer for you.
Mr. Greg gave a gentle greeting. I quickly opened my mouth before Mrs. Kerney returned and felt sothing strange.
.Well, Mr. Greg. Are you only going out of the capital to the suburbs? Do you have any plans to go to the port?
Port?
Mr. Greg continued to talk, scratching his gray beard.
Since I am a butcher and the freshness of the at is important, I dont travel far. When I was young, I used to travel and do labor on holidays!
Holidays?
Mr. Greg laughed at my question.
Yes, I worked as a sailor when I was young!
Ah!
I took the ticket straight out of the apron pocket I was wearing.
Then, do you know if this is a real ticket?
Ho Where did you get this?
When Mr. Gregs bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up, I beca nervous.
C-can you answer ?
The ticket to Lunoa is right. The Moonlight written here is the most luxurious passenger ship in the kingdom.
That too, its a first class room. Mr. Greg muttered with admiration.
Its worth it, but its not sold to anyone in the first place. Even if you sell this house, you cant buy this ticket, lissa.
.
You couldnt have bought it yourself.
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Mr. Gregs gaze beca persistent. I said it in a hurry.
Theres an anonymous sponsor watching . Its from him.
What? Who is it?
Thank you for letting know, Mr. Greg. Bye!
I ran down the stairs, pressing down my pounding heart.
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