The Reincarnated Extra Chapter 337: (Cursed Child) Because I Was Frustrated

(Cursed Child) Because I Was Frustrated

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Snip, snip, snip.

I’m currently picking flowers in the field behind the shop.

Using Grandma’s scissors, guided by the light of the magic lamp spilling from the window.

“I want you to leave flowers.”

Grandma’s last “mischief” she wished for .

When I heard that, I tilted my head.

What’s so “mischievous” about that?

Seeing my reaction, Grandma, even while coughing, smiled and explained.

“It’s a code.”

It seems Grandma…… had a man she used to et frequently when she was young.

Their eting place was under a stone pillar standing in the grasslands on top of Mihabyushira Hill in the east.

A man she frequently t.

Was he your lover?

When I asked that.

“……Lover? He was a work acquaintance.”

That was her reply.

She averted her eyes from and sighed.

But you probably liked him, right?

“He was a really hopeless man who didn’t understand a woman’s heart……”

Grandma didn’t answer my question.

But she said that with a sad look on her face.

That aside.

Anyway, the two of them used to et frequently under the stone pillar on top of the hill.

But due to work, there were tis when they couldn’t make it to the eting place at the sa ti.

The code they used in those situations was flowers.

The person who arrived first would leave a flower under the stone pillar as proof that they had been there.

The person who arrived later would see the flower and confirm the other person’s safety.

That’s roughly how it worked.

However, decades ago, on ‘Dawn Day’…… the day the evil king died.

The man stopped appearing under the stone pillar.

Grandma went to the top of the hill every day.

Even on windy days, even on rainy days.

And she kept leaving flowers under the stone pillar.

But the only flowers that continued to increase, withering away under the stone pillar, were Grandma’s.

“We still had our last work eting…… That hopeless man ditched even that.”

Grandma grumbled.

Anyway, even though the other person never appeared, Grandma continued to go to the hill and leave flowers.

Gradually, the frequency decreased to once a week, once a month.

Now that her physical strength has declined, it seems she only leaves flowers once a year, early in the morning on ‘Dawn Day’.

But still, Grandma continued to leave flowers.

But then.

Why is ‘leaving flowers’ a “mischief”?

Why would you wish that on ?

“Flowers are a sign that you’re alive, right? If I’m dead and there are still flowers…… the other person would be confused and troubled, right? That’s why it’s a “mischief”.”

Grandma chuckled and said that to as I tilted my head.

“That man kept troubling until I died. So I’m going to trouble him one last ti with my “mischief”.”

She also said that.

Of course, questions ca to mind.

First of all, is the other person still alive?

And even if he is, does he rember the flower code?

Furthermore, even if he does, would he actually go to the stone pillar on top of the hill now?

Another thing is, even if he happens to go to the stone pillar, would he be the kind of person to be troubled by such a “mischief”?

He hasn’t shown up at Grandma’s place even once since they parted ways.

The possibility of Grandma’s “mischief” actually working as a “mischief” against such a person is extrely low.

But.

I’m not heartless enough to point that out.

I understand.

It’s not really a “mischief”.

Those words are probably just her way of hiding her embarrassnt.

For Grandma now, “flowers” probably hold a much deeper aning.

What Grandma wants to convey.

In other words……

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“……Alright.”

I muttered that to no one in particular.

I’ve gathered enough flowers in the field behind the shop.

What Grandma asked to gather were blue flowers.

They’re like weeds, the kind I got scolded for pulling out before.

……Co to think of it, I don’t know their na.

I should have asked Grandma.

Eh, really?

Catalog plants?

Haa, I see?

So, plants that gods can easily increase are called catalog plants?

Hmm, even if you say that.

I didn’t live a life where I cared about flower nas in my previous life.

But now that you ntion it, I think this flower, like roses, does look like a flower I’ve seen before in my previous life.

While casually having such a conversation with Extra-sama.

I wrapped the flowers in paper and tied them with string.

A small bouquet was complete.

I carefully put it into the bag I carry on my shoulder.

“……Now then.”

I muttered and entered the shop from the field behind it, heading to Grandma’s bedroom.

Grandma is lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

She doesn’t look like she’s in pain.

She has a peaceful look on her face.

……Ah.

Damn it.

My vision blurred.

“I’m going.”

Managing to squeeze out those words.

I left the bedroom, passed through the living room, and into the flower shop.

While listening to the sound of the wall clock striking 12, bong, bong, I passed through the shop and opened the front door, stepping outside.

I walked through the back alley, relying on the dim streetlights.

I walked on, absentmindedly and unsteadily.

Yes.

You’re right.

But, Extra-sama.

If I just stay there doing nothing, I’ll only get sad.

I want to move my body.

If possible, I want to rampage around without thinking.

I want to destroy everything I see.

I won’t……

It seems Grandma really liked this town.

I won’t do such a thing.

You’re right.

Haa.

……I’m frustrated.

I want to move my body.

Haa.

……I wonder if there are any bad guys I can punch without hesitation lying around sowhere?

Now then.

Things changed while I was grumbling in my mind and talking to Extra-sama, walking through the back alley.

“Kyaaaaaaaaah!!”

Suddenly.

Really, suddenly.

I heard a woman’s scream from around the corner.

“…………”

Hey, Extra-sama.

I heard a scream.

A woman must be getting attacked by sothing.

Hey, Extra-sama.

Attacking a woman, that guy.

He’s a bad guy, right?

What?

Telling what?

The next mont.

Without holding back, I released the dark haze overflowing from my body, scattering it around.

Crushing the cobblestones beneath my feet.

I began running through the night streets of the royal capital.

Why is the protagonist fighting? Because she was frustrated.

Under such an unreasonable motivation, the battle of Part 1’s final chapter finally begins in the !

From here on, except for a few chapters, the parentheses in the title will be removed.

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