Love Letter From The Future chapter 35

1. The First Letter (35)

“If I get into trouble, I have to be in trouble, and only then can senior Ian… … .”

As Seria continued to speak to herself, the light in her eyes grew weaker. The appearance of a beautiful girl repeating similar words like a magical doll was a spectacle that gave goosebumps in itself.

It was around that time that I felt an indescribable sense of crisis.

It was good to say that it was a kind of intuition. A voice from deep in my heart told me to stop her.

I instinctively called her name.

“Uh, uh… Whatever it is, Seria. Are you okay?”

“Ah, ah, ah! yes four! What was I talking about?”

Only then did Seria suddenly come to his senses. Perhaps thinking she was rude, she hesitated and lowered her gaze.

It must have been done without her knowledge. Have you ever woken up from meditation?

There were times like that. The deeper you immerse yourself in meditation, the harder it is to come back to reality.

I shook my head, as if it was nothing.

“Just what. Did you follow what I said? Aren’t you still awake from meditation?”

“… … He-was it?”

Seria’s face blushed again, probably because she was ashamed of her mesmerizing past. Emotions came out well today. Normally, I had to look closely to read her emotions.

It must have been thanks to the close relationship between me and Seria. I thought so and patted her on the shoulder.

“Let’s swing a sword or something. I think I haven’t woken up yet, I’m about to yawn… … .”

And a yawn flowed out of my mouth. It was because I wanted Seria to be a little less shy. A soft light appeared in Seria’s eyes as she stared at me, perhaps realizing my feelings.

As if she couldn’t help it, she quietly opened her mouth.

It was a warm voice. Even so, for her, the modifier should be attached.

“… … Yes, senior.”

After that, it was Seria as usual.

As if the appearance she had just shown was a lie, Seria started training with a serious and cold expression as always.

It was a sword that was simple and faithful to the basics. It must mean that I trained for a long time, but recently I was also gradually increasing my training time following her example.

So, her style and mine were completely opposite, but if I enjoyed tricks or irregular moves, Seria often followed the standard itself.

Some might point out that as a weakness, but standard stone is a collection of sword paths that have been known to be most suitable throughout the ages. Of course, even among swordsmen of the same level, swordsmen who were faithful to the standard were quite strong.

It was just as difficult to stick to the standard. Everyone has something called a tendency, but it was because it had to be completely suppressed in order to follow the standard.

Seria was showing the simplest way to do that.

Practice until your muscles remember it, until it is etched into your unconscious, and hit it with a sword.

It was an incredible effort. That resolution that goes beyond seriousness and even feels desperate.

I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with Seria not too long ago.

On the day her mother was kicked out, Seria said she heard these words from her half-sister.

‘If you can’t prove your usefulness, that’s how it will be.’

What did Seria think as she saw her mother reaching out to her daughter while crying and being trampled on, and seeing herself being dragged away miserably?

It seemed clear that the memories of that day had planted certain emotions in Seria. Maybe that’s why I’ve been desperately swinging my sword all this time.

Sometimes, certain memories nail humans to a corner like a curse.

From that day on, life is restricted and happiness becomes a luxury so that you can never get out of it. I just wished

I hope the memory of that day wasn’t such a terrible nightmare for Seria.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I was just worried. If you go through something like that in childhood, you will inevitably be left with a serious heartache.

However, Seria did not speak to me after that. So, I decided not to open my mouth unless it was the right time to bring it up.

Looking into someone’s intimate memories entails a lot of responsibility. I still wasn’t sure if I deserved it.

It was then that I noticed another strange thing about Seria.

Seria held her breath and breathed aura into the sword, but the color was subtly different from before.

In the past, if there was a clear blue aura, now that aura had changed to a slightly darker light. I’d say it’s a bit bright blue.

Aura symbolizes the prosecutor’s image. Most swordsmen made mana cores on their bodies and fixed their images at the same time, so it was rare for their color to change.

Even if it did change, it was only slowly changing over a long period of time. Since the color of the aura was like the embodiment of an image, it was a very important issue for the swordsmen.

In the future, if you enter the ranks of masters called sword experts, each aura has different characteristics, and that is because it depends on the color.

Prosecutors called this ‘unique color’. If there are thousands of Sword Experts, there must be thousands of their aura colors. So, the color of the aura was treated like a prosecutor’s fingerprint.

But with such an important color change, I couldn’t help but bewildered. I immediately called Seria.

“… … Me, Seria?”

“Yes, senior?”

Seria tilted her head and looked at me as if there was something wrong.

There was not a single doubt or fear in that innocent face. So I had to ask with even more curious feelings.

“You, it seems that the color of your aura has changed?”

“ah… … .”

Seria looked at the color of her aura with her eyes wide open, as if she had noticed it only then.

However, even after noticing the significant change, Seria’s reaction was very plain.

“… … Yes.”

“That’s right, I’m not going. What a problem that is!”

With a grunt, I tried to deduce the reason for the change in Seria’s unique color.

Any changes to her lately? To the extent that the image changed, there had to be a very decisive change of mind. It is not simply the level of consciousness that is revealed on the outside, but enough to affect the unconscious that is seated in the depths.

It was only a slight darkening of the color, but for such a change to occur, a shock to the level of a change in the way of thinking or values was needed.

Imagery becomes more important as it rises to a higher level. I heard that Seria had barely stepped into the level of sword expert, so the change in her image could have had various effects on her fighting style and her existing sword skills.

This is also why I was taken aback by Seria’s reaction. Her sword is the same, but only the color of her aura is different?

However, despite my reaction, Seria smiled lightly as if it was nothing special. So I was even more perplexed.

Because it was the first time, she smiled.

“I don’t feel any problems right away, so don’t worry, senior Ian. I have just reached the rank of Expert, so my Aura characteristics are still in full bloom.”

Seeing that beauty make me smile, my heart couldn’t help but tremble a little because I’m a man too. It felt like being assaulted. So I just averted my gaze and coughed.

“Hmm, hmm… Ah, anyway, the color of the aura has changed, so I have to worry more. Come on, I see… … .”

Recent events flashed through my mind.

The appearance of Seria, who held back her tears.

Could it be that Seria’s heart changed because her mother’s memory was trampled on? As I thought about it, I felt a little bit of a relief.

It could have been to mend her wounds. After a bit of hesitation, I finally opened my mouth with a sigh.

“Seria, that… Mother’s work.”

Seria opened her eyes wide in surprise, perhaps not knowing that I would bring up such a story.

And soon her gaze turned to the floor. The power went out of her body.

It was a lonely, lonely look. She kept her mouth shut.

Carefully, I asked her back.

“… … it’s okay?”

“I’d like to say yes, but… … .”

Seria shook her head with a bitter look.

That’s right, I got such a bitter wound in my childhood. I’d be lying if I said the scars didn’t go away. Even recently, dozens and hundreds of people rushed to the spot.

It would be strange if the wound didn’t heal. My mood also became heavy.

“To Ian-senpai, I would have to lie… No, it’s really hard.”

“That, learning the sword… … .”

“It was after that day.”

As expected, then the color of her aura would have changed. Because it was a matter close to the source of her holding the sword. If the wounds heal, it may be.

I didn’t bother to add that reasoning. Because now was the time for Seria to talk.

“Do you remember what my sister said to me that day? Senior Ian.”

“okay.”

I nodded as I said that, as if letting out a choked breath.

“I remember, what you said.”

“That’s what I thought. ‘Ah, I must prove my usefulness in order to survive.’ Being kicked out of the house at that age, isn’t that what it feels like?”

Silently, my head lowered. Actually I didn’t know Even though I was trained hard since childhood, my family was basically harmonious.

Having grown up being loved, there was no way I could understand the feelings of an unloved human being.

The scars, the emptiness, all the struggles of a girl who had to grit her teeth and live alone at that age.

I do not know. But instead of answering, I chose silence. It meant that I was trying to sympathize with her feelings as much as possible.

Seria seemed busy refining her past memories. Her sword slowly pointed towards the sky. The sword electrode glistened in the sunlight.

“I have proved it with my sword. Without the surname ‘Yurdina’, I am nothing.”

“Even if you’re not Yurdina, you’re already a great swordsman.”

“It’s not as good as Yurdina’s great swordsman.”

It was only through those questions and answers that I was able to understand Seria’s heart a little.

My mouth opened again. It was a rather quiet voice.

“… … So, did you want to beat your sister? Do you want to prove to the family that there is no better Yurdina than you?”

“No, it is a little different.”

Saying that, Seria’s eyes showed various emotions.

Faint fear, anticipation, and determination.

“It’s not my family, I want to prove it to me.”

I stayed silent and looked at Seria.

Why did that strong and haughty girl look so weak and unstable?

The expression of glass art is indeed appropriate. It’s beautiful and delicate, but I can’t put my mind at all because it seems like it will break if I touch it.

“That I was no longer the little boy who just watched and cried like he did that day.”

So it will be.

That’s why I couldn’t help but care about her.

Seriously, I hoped she would.

The day’s training ended a little early. However, Seria and I had a conversation for quite a long time. By the time the training was over, a warm light had returned to Seria’s eyes.

It was fortunate. So I didn’t know.

What kind of error did my tentative conclusion that the reason for the change in her unique color was because of her mother’s memory?

If it had been, it would have already changed when the bullying was in full swing. If that was the case, Seria wouldn’t have had to act like she noticed it for the first time today.

Then there was only one answer. From the previous day to this dawn, she had a certain intense emotional change.

But at the time, I didn’t know that. And probably for a long time after that.

*

After leaving the forest with Seria, the weather was sunny.

The now stretched sun was spreading its golden blessing evenly across the earth. Dazzled by the clear sunlight, I slightly frowned and hit the sunshade with the palm of my hand.

It was time to part with Seria. Because I usually eat breakfast with Celine or Leto.

But today’s Seria, once again hesitating, didn’t leave my side. And the moment I took a step, I felt a gravitational pull pulling me back.

My bewildered gaze turned to Seria. She was holding onto the hem of my dress before I knew it. When my curious eyes focused on her, Seria seemed to realize that fact only then.

Startled, she let go of my sleeve. Her face started to heat up.

“That, that, that… Lee, senior Ian. Is this, that’s it… ugh… So… … .”

Seeing him chew his tongue again, he seemed quite perplexed. I thought he was cute and laughed.

“Why, do you want to stay together longer?”

“That, that… … .”

Seria, who had waved her hand as if taken aback by my straightforward question, lowered her head as if she had finally given up. A voice heated with shame escaped her mouth.

“… … yes.”

Seria seemed to have a rather lonely personality. I thought it would be a little more individualistic because I was alone for a long time, but on the contrary, I think I feel more lonely when I am alone because I have my first friend.

After all, there was no reason to have breakfast with Celine or Leto. We were implicitly gathering at a specific time, but we often missed out if we had a bad hangover.

Then having a meal with Seria wouldn’t be bad either. I was worried that the bullying towards her had gone away properly.

The moment I was about to nod my head like that.

“Oh, Ian… No, crappy brother!”

From far away, someone said that and waved. A smile and a lively energy that can be felt from afar.

It was Celine. She waved at me with a happy face, then called me with a frown as if she remembered what happened yesterday.

Isn’t it too much to say ‘a poor oppa’? I looked at Celine with an absurd gaze.

It was at that time that Seria’s body flinched and stiffened. She couldn’t keep her eyes on one spot, wondering if Celine was particularly uncomfortable.

So was Celine. Celine, who was approaching me with her characteristic fluttering gait, frowned when she realized who the person next to me was.

And soon he made a cold expression, then smiled at me again as if he had decided to ignore Seria as usual.

That smile, though it seemed a little angry, was the same.

She said Pak, Pak, and slapped my back with her palm as a sign of pleasure. However, the physical strength was not easy, so I had to let out a choked breath without realizing it.

“Ouch, ooh! Hey, hey, Celine… … !”

“It’s a coincidence, huh? Very coincidental, Brother Ian. Are you going to eat now?”

I kept my mouth shut for a moment. I was going to do that, but I was just about to propose to Seria to go to breakfast.

However, given the circumstances, it was ambiguous to hand over the proposal to Seria, who was showing off that Celine was uncomfortable.

Seria had a nervous expression on her face. After all, since Celine showed signs of disliking her so much, her sense of distance must be ambiguous for her, who is not good at interpersonal relationships. It was a woman who had too many points of contact with me to live without ignoring it.

In the end, I decided to make Seria a little more comfortable. I let out a sigh as a sign of surrender.

“… … Uh, yes, but.”

“now. Then let’s go~ Half of Ian’s life is mine, isn’t it?”

what does that mean I felt a sense of incongruity with Celine’s strange choice of words today, but soon I laughed and decided to follow Celine as if I was being dragged along.

yeah i was going to

If I didn’t feel someone pulling on my sleeve once more.

The source of that power was Seria.

Celine must have felt this too, and stood tall. Her tawny eyes turned to her back. Seria was standing there holding my sleeve.

Seeing only Celine, she didn’t stiffen up as if she was nervous and hesitant. I don’t know what kind of emotional change there was, but her eyes were quiet enough to make me feel cold.

Even though my body was still shaking a little.

Blue eyes and tan eyes collided for the first time today.

And at that moment, I had the illusion that the temperature around me had dropped by several degrees.

At least, that’s how I feel.

It felt like something big was about to happen.