234-The meaning of the flowerpot(4)
Chapter 234-The meaning of the flowerpot(4)
“We can’t talk on the street, so come in.”
He led me to his room. A room I’ve visited a few times, but never walked through the front door.
I went into his room for the first time.
It is quite a simple and simple room for a private hideout of a wealthy person who owns a large shopping mall building in a downtown area and a rich neighborhood where celebrities and conglomerates live.
Only basic and unobtrusive things such as tables, refrigerators, and desks quietly keep their place.
‘Frame.’
What catches the eye is the large picture frame hanging in the middle of the living room. This is a family photo of three people, including the uncle himself. The middle-aged woman who becomes his wife is also someone I have seen in person.
“Did you have a daughter?”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
Only one of those family photos was someone I don’t remember. Let alone see, he has never heard. I don’t know when the photo was taken, but the beautiful woman with a youthful face must be the daughter of an uncle couple.
“My daughter is right. She is a year older than you.”
“But he never said that he had a daughter…”
“I didn’t. Because I am no longer in this world.”
After reading the atmosphere, I cautiously brought up the story, and he shook his head with a smile. He hoped otherwise, but his predictions were correct.
I didn’t know what to say in a case like this, so I just looked at him hesitantly.
“You don’t have to worry too much about it. What I want to tell you, who lost your parents to the monsters, is that at least your parents would have been happy that you were alive at the time. It is better not to know the feelings of parents who sent their children. Come this way.”
He didn’t stop there and took me to the deepest room that was used as a master bedroom. The structure itself is the same as my house. A potted plant is placed in the room, which is not very large.
A beautiful flowerpot adorned with grasses, plants, and various decorations. The man was looking down and saw someone’s tomb standing tall.
The size is smaller than the palm of my hand. In its small size, I felt great familiarity.
“There is a curse that runs down our family, starting with my father. A curse that grants the victor the power to call miracles and the loser the punishment of taking their lives.”
The old man started talking calmly. This is the story of this mysterious project that started more than 100 years ago.
“I don’t know when my father started doing it or what exactly he did. He just said that the moment he passed away he gave me a potted plant and said that I would have it available someday when the time was right. I didn’t know anything. To me at that time, my father was just a proud man who succeeded in business with his outstanding talent and ability.”
In the process of creating a world while competing with each other, the uncle’s father acted as one of the participants. My hobby is flower pots. The uncle said that his father was raising quite a lot of potted plants as a hobby.
However, he abruptly stops playing and passes away one of the many flower pots he was managing to his uncle.
“The pot I received was a simple bonsai pot that felt nothing. Since it was my father’s will, I took care of the flower pot without a day off, and time passed like that, and the day my daughter came of age came. I found out in that moment My father…was just delaying the cost of defeat.”
Your uncle’s father lost the competition. However, he only put it off by using some unknown method. The uncle probably guessed that he made that choice because at the time he was young and couldn’t die leaving himself and his brother behind.
The problem is that the price has to be paid by the uncle’s daughter, not the uncle.
“My daughter was dragged into the world of potted plants. After that, she disappeared everywhere, and after a few years, she returned to him. She testified that she had come to fight as her champion, and she returned as a tiny little boy shorter than a finger.”
“Hero…A hero I know said that after the war with the Demon World, he left everything behind and returned home.”
“That kid came home with deep wounds from the fight with the Demon King. She said he said with her own mouth that the wounds in her soul could not heal. Actually she should have come back a bit later but she came to die seeing my face, she said laughing. As she laughs.”
Returning to her father, the warrior died shortly thereafter. Wounds on the soul, a story I’ve never heard of. The uncle couldn’t even say this to his own wife, who he knew her daughter was still missing.
“With the sacrifice of my …Her daughter, all the karma left in the flower pot was liquidated. All that remains is the flower pot. It was damning, but I couldn’t bear to break it because all the costs were paid off and the pure possibility that resided in it remained the same.”
The old man slumped helplessly in her chair, speaking in a trembling voice.
“When I was young, my father said he found his hopes and dreams in potted plants. Sometimes it’s like I think it’s more important than me or my brother. At that time, my father seemed bright even to me. I met you when I thought that was the power of flower pots.”
“You gave me a gift.”
“Only the outside looks fine, I couldn’t leave this young guy with anxiety because I didn’t know when the inside would explode.”
He looked at me with a big smile. Obviously, when I first met him, I didn’t know what to do, so he was just a person who just looked ahead and ran.
“I don’t know what the hell is going on in that pot, but looking at you these days, it seems like my choice helped.”
“Obviously. Now those pots are everything to me. The precious people I met there are all those who survived because of my daughter’s major.”
“I don’t really want to know that. If you like it, that’s it.”
After hearing the man’s story, I tried to tell him the best story possible, but he shook his head and sighed.
“However, the bonds that take place there are still connected to this world. The new monster that is making a lot of noise is actually a race from that world called Orcs.”
“Did you go out tonight to fix that?”
“…That’s right.”
Just because I knew the story didn’t solve everything. A story is literally just a story. From what I heard, even if I couldn’t get my hands on the flowerpot, contact with the orcs would happen someday.
“I will do my best. Because the will of a hero cannot be in vain.”
“I have neither the right nor the duty to stop you if you really want to.”
In order to repay the favor to the man who gave me the flower pot, I didn’t want to make the hero’s actions in vain.
Even though he was taken by force, the warrior’s reputation was always good. Serenian said that even Elise, a demon and a vampire, highly evaluated the hero as a strong warrior.
In other words, his birth was the seed of a hero.
“Honestly, that flower pot is just something I don’t like. I don’t want to be bothered about it. If you still need anything, let me know anytime. Even if you don’t like flower pots, you can help. If you want, I can build a greenhouse facility where you can grow a lot of potted plants.”
“I-I don’t think I will go that far.”
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He said he would help with anything he could. He said it wasn’t because of the flower pot, but because he was kind to me.
Although the goodwill of others can be burdensome, there is no need to feel bad about it. More than anything, since I learned his story, I couldn’t push my mind away.
‘It’s amazing.’
When I left my uncle’s house and came back to my house.
I naturally approached the flower pots on the veranda and looked down at the numerous people there. The moment I learned the secret of these flower pots that came into my hands, they became a kind of responsibility, but I was surprisingly okay.
Even though it was the kind of responsibility I’d loathe so much.
‘Is there anything special?’
Because it is late in the morning, the world inside the pot is quiet. Everyone is going to their own house. The only active people were people living in cities with lots of lights or soldiers standing guard in fortresses.
I just stood and watched them blankly until daybreak.
As soon as the sun rose and the gloomy sky turned blue, the residents got up one by one and began their work. The same was true of Serenian, who arrived earlier than the others.
As soon as she ate a simple meal, she set out for a pot of herbs.
It’s like they’re just blindly waiting for me to come over there again.
“Oh, there was.”
“If you have something to say, do it.”
Both she and I were happy to see each other’s faces. As usual, I will try to listen to whatever she has to say at this moment.