282. Cold, cruel
“What are you doing?”
Deia was waiting outside the gate. Even though it is summer, cold winds still blow in North Wales.
At least Deia, who was wearing only a thin sweater, felt different from usual.
Should I say it is somewhat casual?
He always had the Verdi family in charge of the North on his back, but today he felt like he had taken off a layer of that responsibility.
That’s why it couldn’t help but feel a bit strange to me.
“Didn’t you ask for help because you had something else to do?”
I asked to go into the city, so I thought there was definitely something I needed to inspect or help with.
As expected, I would like to inform the city’s major officials that I, the memorial service and second son of the Verdi family, have returned.
But Deia’s outfit didn’t seem like that was the intention at all.
She slightly expressed her irritation by gently brushing her hair as she sat down on her shoulder.
“No?”
The question lingered in her mouth as to what her purpose was for calling me, but I felt like I shouldn’t ask her why.
Her Deia’s expression also seemed to indicate that she was fluttering her proud mouth.
‘Hmm.’
In the end, feeling her subtle pressure, I went out of the Verdi family with her.
The city was quite busy.
Even though the cold wind was blowing, this was the warmest time in North Sweden, but it was also due to the clearing away of the debris from the fight with Lanhardt.
But seeing that the members of the scrap metal store were helping, it seemed like it would be sorted out within today.
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“Is the distance good? “I really like it when I walk here.”
Deia, who was walking about a step ahead, looked around happily and said,
My love for North Sweden.
I don’t know why it was so firmly established in her chest.
That feeling is why Deia still works hard for this place, holding her pen and racking her brain.
“Didn’t she say last time that she wanted to be born in Gray Pond?”
I remember her saying that she wanted to live in Gray Pond, and when I spoke to her, she suddenly turned her head and glared at me.
“That was just a joke?”
Judging from the fact that she is glaring at me with such vengeance, I guess she thinks it is a dark story in her own way.
She doesn’t think it’s a very painful topic, but she doesn’t mention it anymore because she doesn’t like it.
Deia wanders the streets lightly. I could tell that she often walked down her street like this, as she casually greeted people as they passed by.
One of Deia’s good habits was to try to understand the atmosphere of the city with her own skin while eating street food on purpose.
“Hmm.”
It’s good that she walks around calmly and feels the distance, but it would be nice if she told me her intentions.
Why did you call me?
‘I’m a little worried.’
Is it because of what Darius said yesterday? She often wondered if Deia’s actions had such intentions.
‘Ha.’
And she knows how rude it is to Deia. I felt bad for no reason that Darius was blowing unnecessary wind on me.
In the midst of her many thoughts, Deia’s steps stopped. When I asked where she was going, she arrived at a small vacant lot.
Weeds were growing thickly, and things like pipes and wrenches that were used during repair work on surrounding buildings were lying around as children’s toys.
Other than that, this place, which is completely empty, is Deia’s destination?
Of course, I couldn’t help but have questions.
Perhaps because my gaze stung, Deia scratched the back of his head and answered awkwardly.
“No, it’s not time yet, so I’m going to wait nearby for a moment.”
“What are you trying to do?”
Now is the time to tell me. Deia knew he couldn’t hide it forever, so he hesitated to answer.
“Wow, a photo studio has opened in North Sweden. “I’m going there to inspect it.”
“…… Inspection?”
It’s not some kind of Clark Republic. Does it make sense to go to inspect a store just because it opens?
Tuk.
Deia’s light punch shattered my doubts. Her fist touched her chest and her gaze was avoided for no reason.
Your true feelings come out in small amounts.
“Let’s just take a picture.”
“… ….”
If Stella or the dark spirit was next to me, I would have heard that she was oblivious.
If I say anything more here, Deia will become embarrassed, so I close her mouth and she turns around and heads toward the inside of the clearing.
When she went anyway, it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her, but it looked like she was trying to hide.
“If you go to a cafe or restaurant, there will be more rumors about your return. Even now, everyone except the people who use the mansion are confused about whether you really came back.”
She explained briefly why she brought me here.
“Then you should have at least covered her face.”
“No. If that happens, there will be strange rumors that I have a lover or something. “Do it in moderation, in moderation.”
Anyway, I walked here and met with citizens, but North Wales is a diplomatic puddle.
This meant that it would take quite some time for the rumors that spread inside to get out.
In the first place, few people come to this cold northern part of the country even in the summer. It’s not like we have any tourist attractions.
“So, how is she? Soho?”
“It will still take time. “I don’t know what choice that child will make.”
“He was a poor child.”
Raised to be eaten means that they are no different from livestock. She felt affection for them, but she also cherished the pigs and cows until her keeper slaughtered them too.
“You need to overcome this on your own.”
Otherwise, I won’t be able to live on my own.
“…… “Sometimes, when I see you, you’re cold to the point of being cruel.”
“You must be misunderstanding something. “I am usually like this.”
They only show a slightly different side to those close to them.
As I added that, Deia looked uncomfortable yet happy.
She checked the watch on her wrist a little fussily, trying to hide it.
She looked at me and awkwardly changed the subject, as if there was still some time left.
“I heard you also visited the Han Empire? “How was it there?”
Since I couldn’t ignore her sister’s efforts, I ignored the awkward tone and explained about an empire I had seen.
Has about 30 minutes passed?
When Daya’s time was up, she dragged me out of the vacant lot, and she was able to get to the photo studio that was really nearby.
Although the owner of the photo studio greeted us with quite a fuss, he only said hello and immediately started preparing for the photo shoot.
In the area labeled “Preparation room,” There were mirrors, combs, wax, simple cosmetics, and even barber scissors.
“Wow, this is serious.”
But it didn’t end there.
Starting with clothes with a somewhat concept, wigs, glasses, earrings and necklaces, etc.
I could tell that the owner was very sincere as I saw quite a few items placed there.
“That’s amazing.”
As we were honestly amazed, the photographer behind us scratched his head and looked embarrassed.
“No. “This is all thanks to you, Master.”
“Hey?”
A photographer suddenly mentioned me. Deia also points at me with a puzzled expression.
“Isn’t there Claren? “A city teeming with artists.”
Claren, the city of artists.
It was the place where I met Owen and his grandfather, and I also have memories of fighting Dina, Dante’s magician.
They even created a festival so that the monsters created by artists could disappear on their own.
“I heard that you created a festival there. So the name of the festival was changed to Memorial Service.”
“You use that name for a festival? “They say they’re artists, but that’s all they have sense for.”
I agreed with Deia’s sarcasm. Honestly, I wish the festival had a more normal name.
“Thanks to the festival, many changes have occurred in Claren. Even if it is not a festival, there are many disguised people walking down the street. Thanks to this, there were many tourists.”
“… ….”
“The number of photographers has increased, and there are even photo studios that allow tourists to take pictures in disguise.”
Are starving artists finding their own ways to survive?
It won’t be a bad change.
“But you’re doing that here? “I don’t think it would work very well in North Wales.”
From a business perspective, I thought the photographer’s sense was a bit dull. The photographer responded with a smile despite Deia’s sharp criticism.
“That’s true. Still, I didn’t want to leave photography as just a hobby. Well, other than this, my other businesses are doing well, so you don’t have to worry.”
If I say that, I have nothing to say. I didn’t know, but he seems to be a very wealthy man in North Wales.
Deia quietly comes next to me and whispers.
“That guy has a tight grip on North Sweden’s civil engineering sector. “I’m also close with Darius.”
“I see.”
“Especially since Lanhardt made such a mess, his pockets must have been deep lately.”
In the end, is photography just a hobby?
The photographer showed off the state-of-the-art magic camera made in the Republic and then said she would prepare it, but then she left.
The rest of us are left behind.
I thought I didn’t need to prepare anything, so I was just planning to take a picture, but Deia pulled the hem of my clothes and made me sit on the chair in front of the dressing table.
“My hair has gotten too long. “I’ll cut you some.”
Deia brought the hairdressing scissors and stood behind me. Because it had been left in the general store for several months, its hair had grown a lot longer.
But can he leave it to Deia?
“Don’t worry. “I have some experience.”
I don’t know where she got that experience, but for now, I leave my head in her hands.
Crackling.
Deia skillfully plays with and cuts her hair. My initial anxiety naturally melted away as I saw her expert handwork.
“hehehehe, this is kind of fun. Deius moving his head back and forth.”
Was it fun to turn her head here and there following her words?
Deia’s small smile on the corner of her mouth was much more innocent than usual.
“Why did you ask that yesterday?”
Then suddenly.
By surprise.
Deia blurts out a word. The atmosphere suddenly became so heavy that the clanging of scissors felt eerie.
The slight tremor of her hands flowing through her hair.
Why?
She suddenly asked that at this moment.
I had a question, but I was calm and unperturbed, so she answered.
“Darius seemed strangely worried.”
“What are you worried about?”
Saying this itself would add to the reason why Deia hates Darius.
That was Darius’s job to take care of.
“You may have me in your heart.”
But she heard yesterday that it wasn’t. I said calmly, and Deia also calmly answered, so she answered.
“I think that’s right.”
Crackling.
Her cut hair falls gently on her shoulders.
It was just a moment, enough to make just one cut of scissors, but it felt strangely long.
Deia’s eyes in the mirror were looking at me.
“Deia.”
I am.
“His Majesty has spoken about you before. “Because I’m old, I can introduce you to decent noble children.”
As awkward as she did in her clearing, she changes the subject.
But.
“I also think it would be good for you to gain that experience by meeting noble men.”
It contained bones.
As an older brother, I heard things I shouldn’t have heard. She hints at her refusal without saying it out loud.
“… ….”
Deia’s scissoring stopped.
But that only lasted a moment, she was good again and he started to trim her hair.
As the hidden back of her neck began to become visible, Deia smiled and answered.
“I’m so busy, how can I find time to date? And you know I hate that kind of thing.”
After saying that, he puts down the scissors.
Suddenly, my hair was about the same length as before.
Daya turned her body around and got ready to shoot.
Because the preparation room was a rather small space.
“Cold.”
I didn’t want to hear it.
Even the woman’s watery voice reached me.
“That’s cruel.”