I pretended not to hear it and kept walking.
“…….Serina.”
It’s amazing. With only a voice and the absence of a physical form—you can still move the human body.
I kept walking without halting.
“…….Serina, where are you going?”
Alastair did not leave alone at this crucial mont.
He grasped my wrist as if he was clinging to .
I peered down my arm.
I felt Alastair’s embarrassnt from my cold gaze, but I didn’t want to pay attention to that.
“Let go.”
Unintentionally, a sharp, icy voice ca out of my mouth.
Surprised, I internally scrambled to rember the tone I usually addressed him with.
“Let go, Alastair.”
Yes, it was that soft tone.
I relaxed my stiff face and looked back at him, smiling tenderly.
I made up my expression like that.
Suddenly he had a question. About why I am hiding my expression.
“Alastair, don’t make say it twice. Your hands are sweet but cold.”
I rejected him. But donned my mild, typical expression.
After forfeiting, I removed each finger one by one that held my wrist.
When I finally pulled it all off, his face cracked with pain as if the world collapsed.
“……why.”
His lips, which were just being sweet, opened heavily.
“Did I… Did anything wrong?”
See.
You can’t rember.
It was unfair, but I had to understand.
Alastair was impaired and I’ve been watching from the sidelines.
“No.”
It’s just two letters, but they have the ability to pierce the heart.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Alastair.”
If there is anything wrong, if there is only one thing, it’s that you can’t rember.
It’s a sin that only you get to escape from that mory and leave to bear it alone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“·······Ah.” Alastair sighs out a fierce low exclamation.
That little breath was exceptionally loud to my ears.
Like the devil screaming in suffering.
“When I woke up, you weren’t next to -“
Yes, let’s face it.
“Serina·····.”
“Alastair, please don’t cross the line.”
I have always said that I understand and am emphatic towards Alastair. And that still remains the sa.
“I am with you because I feel comfortable with you.”
“………..”
“But if you think your presence will always be comfortable for , that’s a mistake.”
I emphasize with him, but I can’t sacrifice myself.
I need to protect myself.
I was hurt—there was an angry, sorrowful ache in my heart that made spiteful and resentful. It leaked poison into my mouth, and I sought relief—and frantically searching for so dicine over it, so relief.
“I think I could abandon you now.”
I know very well that I am using the wrong dication that doesn’t fit my wounds.
Still, I couldn’t stop applying it.
What I was doing to him now was purely venting my wrath on him.
“Did you know that?”
I stared at him coldly.
Unlike , who stared at him coldly, Alastair’s eyes had a variety of complex emotions.
Among the countless emotions, the one that was most clearly visible was a terrible grief.
Suddenly, I rembered a passage from the original novel describing Alastair.
He was portrayed as a man who had neither blood nor tears.
This man?
Really, at tis like this, I realize once again that the original work was wrong.
Unlike the original description, the Alastair I know has many tears and bleeds red blood–not blue blood–just like everyone else.
“You are cruel.”
What’s even crueler is that I don’t say a word of warmth or comfort even though I’ve read his feelings.
“…A very cruel person. You are.”
“Maybe.”
I took a step forward.
I passed him like that.
The feet I thought I didn’t have the strength to lift, really easily stepped forward.
“…You don’t want to love you but can’t I just stay by your side?”
Pretending not to hear his plea, I pulled the door to my room open. And disappeared inside.
A terrifying silence greeted .
It was the first ti that my room, that is, Agernia’s room, felt so cold.
Is it because that’s how I treated the owner of this place?
I finally felt that the room was rejecting , and I was going crazy.
As if it were telling to return to lford.
I went straight to bed and jumped down. The bed shook violently at my collapse.
I covered myself under the blanket, hiding myself as I recited to myself—ordering myself to be okay.
But like a prophet, I already knew the truth.
I am not okay. Things are not alright.
If things are left the way they are now, it will not be okay in the future.
Why did you say sothing that you didn’t even an?
I regretted it terribly, but I couldn’t turn back ti.
Tick Tick Tick.
The clock sounds many tis, dozens of tis, hundreds of tis.
Another darkness ca.
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