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“…Gramps?”
I stared at Gramps, who had a cheerful expression on his face.
It was as if he were about to wake up, but he never moved again, and I couldn’t bring myself to accept that he had left this world.
As I froze, I heard a voice from behind .
“Thank you for your hard work.”
I turned back to the King. He was bowing deeply and paying his utmost respect to Gramps. At that mont, everyone bowed toward the Gramps.
It was a strange sight. The King, the nobles, and the commoners all bowing in the sa room….
Everyone was looking at Gramps with awe, hoping that he would save the country.
Anyone who was close to Gramps would have respected him. Although they might not have seen eye to eye, Gramps was indispensable to Duelkis.
Everyone had high hopes for Gramps’ return to the world. And they hoped he would beco King.
Though that wish could no longer be fulfilled.
I tried to hold back my desire to cry, but it was impossible.
Tears started to flow on their own. I clung to his body. No matter how much I hugged him, Gramps never held back.
Normally, it would be unforgivable for , from an impoverished village, to be so disrespectful to a mber of the Royal Family.
But no one in this room stopped . They watched over as I clung to Gramps, sobbing without saying a word.
Gramps had been the only ally I had in that grim village, and he was the reason my heart still beats.
Gramps would have made history.
And as soon as Gramps was written in the history books, Gramps could take revenge on this country.
The Duelkis’ error of judgnt in cutting off Gramps was a stain that would be passed down to the rest of the world. The fact that this stain was left behind would be revenge for Gramps.
This country made Will Seeker a sinner and then had him help them.
Gramps, your story would be passed down to future generations that you were a man of great character.
“Brother.”
Luke Seeker muttered to the body resting peacefully on the bed in the empty room.
Gilles, tired of crying, fell asleep in Will’s arms, and Henry carried Gilles to his room.
Everyone present mourned Will’s death.
Luke sat down in a chair, looked at Will, and started talking.
“I thought I was prepared for this, but…it’s pretty hard when I have to face it.”
Luke desperately told himself that as long as he was King, he should not shed tears.
And yet, he just couldn’t cover up the sadness that was overflowing.
“…At that mont… just when we are in this room, can we be just brothers?”
The mont he released those words, Luke had silent tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I was happy to be your brother.”
With these words, Luke quietly turned to leave. It was at that mont that he saw sothing shiny around Will’s neck.
The shock of Will’s death must have been too great for him to have noticed it.
He stared at Will’s neck for a mont, wondering, and then moved closer to him as if to check sothing.
Gently, he reached around Will’s neck and removed the necklace.
“…a key?”
There was an old key on the necklace that he had never seen before.
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