Love Letter From The Future chapter 11

1. The First Letter (11)

It took a long time before Emma’s father calmed down.

Since the saintess was absent, Leto and I recited the general situation instead. With every word spoken, Emma’s father collapsed helplessly.

That a human being collapses, that he sits down with a shattered expression on his face, as if he will never be able to rise again.

It was harder to endure than I imagined. In the end, Leto and I had to avoid his gaze with a troubled look on his face.

He was just staring blankly at the floor anyway.

He couldn’t even enter the intensive care unit. It was because of hygiene issues.

A commoner cannot keep himself as clean as aristocrats. Since I need money to wash and wipe my body, I couldn’t be recklessly put into the intensive care unit even though the soup was flowing like now.

So he couldn’t even see his daughter’s face. He just hoped that the news that the high-ranking priests were treating him wholeheartedly would comfort him.

Originally, commoners were difficult to even see their faces. Emma’s father couldn’t let go of the last string of hope, as if they were going to become the incarnation of the heavenly god Arus.

At least it was possible because he entered the academy.

In less than a day, the pabal went to inform the news that Emma was in critical condition, and that Emma’s father was able to come to the academy at once using an expensive warp gate.

However, that was the only consideration the academy could provide. Matters of life and death could only be controlled by the heavenly gods.

Emma’s father recited his memories with his daughter like a lamentation. That was all he could do.

“Emma has been different since she was little… I wasn’t like a child to a fool like me.”

That’s why I was able to enter the academy. Leto and I didn’t say anything, we just let out a light moan.

I felt like a sinner. As the saintess said, it would not be anyone’s responsibility, but the feelings the people involved were a separate issue.

At least I felt responsible for Emma’s injury. It had to be.

Because I was the only one who was able to stop her last.

Aside from my troubled heart, Emma’s father continued to lament.

“As a child, I lost my mother who followed me to gather herbs to a wolf. However, unlike a child who grew up without a mother, he was very bright and polite. Especially how well he remembered the characteristics of herbs… Just in case, I made them learn the letters, and they didn’t understand it in an instant?”

“… … You were a good daughter.”

Perhaps it was difficult to endure the heavy silence, so Leto chimed in.

It was a word of sympathy that anyone could throw, but the villager’s eyes were red. He nodded vigorously.

“Yes, of course. She was a good daughter. From then on, there was nothing I didn’t do to pay for my daughter’s books. It was hard, but no one taught me that difficult book, but the way I realized it… I was so proud. Then, one day, he suddenly got accepted into the academy.”

In the end, the villager sniffled and burst into tears. He was a mature man with shaggy hair, but he only shed tears like a child in front of the death of his beloved daughter.

A cry that could not be squeezed out came out like a moan. My head was bowed down.

I fiddled with the potion in my bosom. Emma’s last legacy.

It must have been something made for my father. Every time the long, hard touch pressed down on my palm, I felt unbearable pain.

“Rather, huh… If I had known it would be like this, I would have quietly raised her as an herbalist… big… Because this father, the poor father, is greedy… … .”

“father.”

I called out to him quietly before his plaintive howl continued.

His teary eyes turned to me. Without a word, I took the potion out of my pocket and put it in his caldron-like hand.

I couldn’t bring myself to say it, but I managed to open my mouth thinking that it was something I had to convey.

“Emma boasted to me yesterday. I’ve developed a potion that hides my presence… I don’t know the principle, but making a new potion is a great achievement as an alchemist.”

The herbalist looked down at the potion without saying anything. It was as if he couldn’t even fathom how terrifying Emma’s dedication and hard work was in that tiny vial.

I gave him Emma’s last words. Hoping it won’t be the last gift she left for her father.

“They said that with this potion, it would be possible to prevent many deaths and injuries to herbivores and hunters… Please, Father, take it.”

Tears welled up in the villager’s eyes again. The man’s tears fell. But even so, he shook his head at the end.

He pushed the potion back to me. Seeing my puzzled expression, Emma’s father said,

“Bocchan please write… It doesn’t matter if you live or die now.”

Anyway, how could that be? As I was about to say that, I met his eyes and felt like I was suffocating.

he was sincere Despair and pain were embedded in his sunken eyes like shards of broken glass.

“Bocchan, keueuk, please, Bocchan, please write… Please remember Emma, huh, my daughter… Anyway, this poor guy won’t forget his daughter for the rest of his life… Whoa… … .”

The man’s cries, which broke out once, continued for a long time.

Until she fainted, collapsed, and was taken to the inn.

I blankly put Emma’s potion back into my bosom.

It was dizzy. It feels like there is a lump in my chest.

Leto was silent for a while before speaking.

“… … Ian, let’s go back soon.”

There was no answer coming back. I just kept my mouth shut.

A sigh escaped Leto’s mouth.

“It’s been several hours already, and Emma doesn’t come to her senses just because she’s been doing this… Let’s go back and eat some food and rest. We have to live our own way.”

And Celine must be worried too, but I didn’t hear anything he added.

I just thought about the letter. The letter I crumpled up and threw away.

Like a thunderbolt, a thought pierced the top of my head.

Only then did a faint voice escape from my closed mouth.

“… … letter.”

“yes?”

As if asking what he was talking about, Leto narrowed his brows slightly and looked at me. Without even noticing it, I muttered in my mind.

“A letter came from the future seven years later.”

Leto’s expression hardened even more. He began to examine my expression carefully. I still couldn’t stop talking.

“I was there, saying that Emma was attacked by the Witchbeast and fell into a coma… What if I had informed Emma, or rather had I escorted her?”

“… … Ian.”

Leto’s voice fell heavily. His serious voice meant that he was infinitely serious. But I jumped up.

And I started to pick up the words that came to mind at random. regret and guilt.

It was frustrating. I shuddered like a dog drenched in rain shaking off water.

“If you did, if you did, you could have saved Emma. No, maybe he wasn’t even hurt! If only I had been a little more careful… … !”

“Ian!”

In the end, Leto couldn’t stand it anymore and screamed. I suddenly came to my senses at his shouting and stared blankly at him.

Leto walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. Then he sighed and said.

“Please, let’s go to rest… You look very tired.”

That’s right, it sounds crazy to other people.

It was worth it. However, the words left at the end of the letter were still clear in my heart.

‘If we cannot protect the future, the world will perish.’

What if that was true?

No, I didn’t even feel the sound of the end of the world, so it didn’t matter.

However, what if victims like Emma continue to appear?

I got up and walked as if possessed. The faltering gait became a gallop before I knew it. I heard Leto shouting from behind, but I ignored it.

It was on the way home. In the distance, Celine could be seen.

She was excited and was about to wave her hand, but when I saw that my expression was unusual, she looked at me with curious eyes.

I held Celine’s shoulder. A pale pink flower bloomed on her cheek.

“Again, why are you doing this… … .”

“Celine.”

Celine’s eyes widened at the harsh voice that spat out while gasping. Soon, her expression turned serious.

I am now more serious than ever. Celine realized that too.

“In the future, Heo Eok… A letter came from the future. There was also a story about Emma getting hurt… … .”

“… … Brother Ian.”

At that low call, Celine and I met eyes.

Celine’s eyes contained disbelief. An unfamiliar look, as if facing an intricate riddle.

“Are you drunk?”

Hearing that, I laughed and laughed.

Celine’s suspicions were justified. Even I would have thought so. But my intuition, and the strange experiences I had before and after the dream, testified to me.

It’s not something to be dismissed as a joke.

So I left the two most trustworthy people behind me and ran again.

It was a lodging. I took out a bottle of whiskey I had kept in the cupboard and poured it into my glass. The strong smell of alcohol stung my nose and penetrated my brain.

It didn’t matter. He drank the drink straight out of the glass. Poisonous liquor flowed down, burning his esophagus and stomach.

Then he stumbled over and overturned the trashcan.

It’s already been 2 weeks. However, since he rarely stayed at the inn, he probably hadn’t emptied the trash yet.

All sorts of paper rubbish poured out. I rather hoped that the experience of the day was an illusion that I had been through because I was drowsy and drowsy.

However, when he saw a luxurious letter paper crumpled.

I couldn’t help but let out a dejected laugh. And immediately unfolded the crumpled letter.

‘To. Dear, to my Ian Percus’

With that first line, there are countless things going on. In the flood of information, I was able to find the phrase I was longing for.

‘If you think about it, that year’s hunting festival had a lot of accidents. It all started when Emma from the Faculty of Alchemy went to gather materials and was attacked by a mysterious beast and was found unconscious.’

there was. It was as I saw it.

A prophecy that has now come true that Emma will be attacked by a demon while gathering ingredients.

Stumbling along, my eyes scanned the letter again.

As if to engrave each word in my mind again, I leaned against my desk and read it again and again, drinking from my glass.

It was a love letter from the future.

I still couldn’t figure out why it had arrived at me. But it was as clear as what I had to do.

If we can’t protect the future, the world will perish?

To be honest, it was a story that didn’t even feel real, but it’s good.

Wherever I go, I will follow you like this.

I still couldn’t tell if this letter was from the future or if it was someone’s joke.

Promising that I would hang out with him at least once, I folded the letter and put it in my arms.

And I thought. I know the rest, but only one. A name that is completely unknown.

‘From. Thinking of you again tonight, from sepia.’

Who the hell is ‘Sepia’?

The night deepened with alcohol, and a new task arose for me.

You must find ‘Sepia’ and connect with her.

It was the beginning of a love affair to save the world.