Thank You For Being Trash Chapter 76: What Ending (2)

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The sun always rises again in the morning. As the seasons change, flowers wither and bloom again. It was as natural as that. People will die soday.

Still, I never imagined his death.

He was arrogant, cruel and bloody, and he always lived close to death. He always slled of blood. Always the one who drove others to death, he was a man who looked down on death.

It made no sense that I had never thought of such a person's death. The shadow of death always eluded him. He didn't dodge it this ti, though.

As I gazed at the blood-soaking floor, I could see deep red marks in the desolate space where the light faded and disappeared. My eyes went to the blood that continued to expand its territory. The traces of blood reached my toes.

The blood was so cold that I couldn't imagine that it was the blood that had just flowed through his body.

“Is…is he alive or dead?”

I went silent for a long ti before finally opening his mouth. The words that ca out were not smooth. He seed out of place to be alive though acknowledging death was better than denying life.

The mouth that confird his life and death was rough.

“No. Unfortunately, his death is not mine.”

When he was told he wasn't dead, my body relaxed. I didn't say it out of concern for his life or death. However, it just made feel dizzy. Strong arms entangled my body as I fell to the floor, and I heard breathing in my ears.

“Don’t get hurt anymore. You can't get hurt.”

“Why…?”

“Because he is crazy.”

My heart beat loudly, and my speaking lips trembled.

“H-he, who is he?”

“Rewan.”

When I confird that he was alive, my mind went blank. The man's voice could be heard vaguely in the distance.

“But he has to say…”

He was alive.

* * *

I opened my eyes.

It was an unfamiliar space, not the room he always stayed in, and the surroundings were bright. When I got up, my hand, which was wounded in anxiety, was wrapped in a white cloth. Even the soles of my feet, which had been dyed red, returned to their original color.

The castle was visible through the window. And when I turned my head, I saw reddish hair that I hadn't seen in a long ti.

I couldn't believe his existence. So for a while, everything stopped.

I was the one who hurt him and let him go though I didn’t know why he ca looking for . I grabbed Lepis’ collar as he turned around.

The purple eyes touched .

The rebellion succeeded, and the country was ruined. If this was life, not death, then Lepis had helped the rebellion.

I didn't understand. Why did he help the rebellion?

There were many things I wanted to say as jumbled words floated around in my head. Didn’t you hate ? Twisting your love, shifting the bla for my mistakes. I was venting my anger. Why did you help ? Why did you stay with ? Why wouldn’t you leave ? Did you still love ?

“Why… are you here?”

“There is still work to be done. When it’s over, I'll leave on my own. Until then, I will act as inconspicuously as possible… but I did not know that you would wake up so early.”

I didn't an it that way, what was he thinking?

He seed very flustered as he threw words at . He acted like a sinner.

Tears welled up when I saw his attitude. Despite my harshness, Lepis still felt sorry for . I grabbed his collar.

“It’s, it’s not like that.”

“Arne, don’t cry. It’s my fault.”

Lepis carefully wiped away the flowing tears. I was relieved by his gentle and affectionate comfort. I confessed my sins.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I misunderstood you…so I resented you, blad you, and didn’t accept you.”

“Arne, don't apologize to . I don't deserve an apology from you.”

It didn't matter what Lepis said or not. This was to confess my sins regardless of what he felt, no matter how he saw . It was only about confessing my sins. I spat out the words and emotions that had been clogged up.

“Thank you… for loving…. I was happy and grateful for that love.”

“Arne.”

“But, I’m sorry I couldn’t accept it.”

It was a confession of the feelings that had been hidden. Confessing my sins, confessing my heart. Admitting the life I’ve lived wrong… admitting my mistake.

I wanted to stand by Rewan with a little bit of pride like that.

* * *

“The introduction is late, Arne. I am Roswell Khan Derhan, the next Emperor of the Empire.”

It was the man from that ti.

I greeted the man whom I had mistaken for Rewan. Still, I wasn't curious about this man. I just asked about Rewan's safety. Please let et him. It was frustrating. I wanted to scream.

“What about Rewan?”

“I heard you beca an idiot who can’t speak and just laughed. Did you co to your senses after eting Rewan, seeing that you keep looking for him?”

Derhan laughed and knocked on the desk as Lepis was standing next to him. He did not hide his discomfort, as if he did not like this position.

As Derhan grabbed my chin, he moved my head at will as if he was checking on .

Not bothering to hide my displeasure, I clenched my hand.

“If I kill Rewan, will you beco an idiot again? I can take you after that. Your face is smooth, and you’ll do well at night…”

“Your Majesty.”

When Lepis cut him off, he raised both hands and shook his head. Then, he turned his head to look at Lepis and smiled.

“Of course, it's a joke. I don’t want to turn an honest ally into an enemy.”

Lepis tried to say sothing, but he bit his lips. It was uncomfortable being here, so I fiddled with my fingers. Because of that, my skinned fingertips were stinging and the white cloth was dyed red again.

“Rewan, whom you’re worrying about, is fine now. It's just that you can't see him right now."

“…Why?”

“It’s difficult to say… rather than seeing him, I'll give you a good tour.”

Suddenly, Derhan stood up from his seat. He grabbed my arm and pulled .

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“Your Majesty!”

Lepis shook off Derhan's hand that was holding before hiding behind his back. The sudden collision froze the air. Why were they being like this? Why were they fighting all of a sudden?

“Ah…! I’m sorry. Was I too rough? I've never made friends, so I'm less social. I apologize for any inconvenience.”

“Haa… Your Majesty, you don't even have to say that. And pay attention to the way you speak… how many tis do I have to tell you?”

…What were they doing?

At first, the creepy and little crazy appearances were put together like puzzle pieces. I didn’t think he was less social… rather, he was crazy in a different way.

“Hey, she’s laughing.”

Nothing was resolved. I feel like my uncomfortable and heavy heart was relieved even a little bit. Laughter burst out unknowingly.

What happened, what did you do?

As I asked Lepis, he slowly explained the situation so far to . The rebellion was a success, and he said it was easier than expected.

The previous Emperor killed the Empire’s founding contributor, slaughtered nobles at will, and destroyed the temple… in particular, making the empress. The marriage process also helped to pull the start of the rebellion, where the nobles’ opposition had reached its extre.

We talked like that. However, there was no ntion of Rewan in the conversation with Lepis.

* * *

“I’m sorry for leaving without a word. At that ti… I regret not being able to hold you.”

It was late at night that Acacia ca.

I wonder if it was okay for to be happy after all my sins had been relieved like this, that I was sohow happy to have t him, and I couldn’t control myself. My heart sank. I thought it was an opportunity to right all my wrongs.

“At that ti, I regretted not killing him.”

The moonlight shone in the dark night sky.

Acacia knelt down and sat beneath before he put his lips on the top of my feet and lifted himself to look at . The next mont, he took out a dagger from his chest and gave it to … the plain, patternless dagger that he once gave .

As soon as I saw the dagger, tears poured out.

“Ah… Why is it…”

Why was it so late when I gave up halfway? I had no sha in pouring out resentnt for waiting for you, expecting you to pick up.

Acacia spat out the words calmly.

“I’m sorry for taking so long.”

I blankly fiddled with the dagger he gave . I couldn't figure out what to say to him. Which words should I start with? From using his worries and using his compassion? Or not…….

“Arne. Now, I…”

…Did I say anything to him carelessly?

Acacia grabbed my hand that was holding the dagger.

“Will you kill ?”

When I'm useless, stab with that knife.

He uttered lowly.

My heart dropped at his words. The words he said that ti ca to mind, and I asked him even though I knew why he was asking to kill him.

My voice trembled.

“Why…? Why are you asking to kill you?”

“Because you don't need . Because you wanted to kill . Because I have to die for you… so I ca.”

“Stop! Say no more.”

I yelled at him. The words I had casually uttered, the words that had hurt him, ca back. I was hurt by him shalessly whispering to to kill him, and I shook his hand that was holding mine. In case he was really about to die, I grabbed the blade with both hands.

“Don’t.”

“I am the one who ruined your country.”

“No.”

“I am the one who dropped you into the abyss.”

“No…!”

“Are you saying no out of sympathy for , out of affection for ?”

“…No.”

Acacia held my hand.

Suddenly, blood was pouring out.

I didn't know how or where to confess. I had nothing to say other than ‘no.’ Saying harsh words to him, taking advantage of his sympathy… that was not what was wrong with . It was because it was all because I was not Arne.

…I couldn’t bear to say it. I hoped he wouldn’t die.

“Don’t you resent ?”

“I do not resent you.”

“Arne.”

Acacia looked at my hand, holding the sword. He gently raised my hand and held it. I didn't even know I was hurt. Blood dripped from my hand.

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t die.”

“Yes. I will not die if you wish.”

“Live.”

There was nothing else I could say… no apologies, no remorse, no words.

Soon, I realized one thing.

I couldn’t tell anyone everything. Now, I knew that I had to live my life deceiving others.

…It was the price of my sin of deceiving others.

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