629 – 8. Will(3)
Will
To. Dear, to my Ian Percus
I’ve been waiting for the spring that I’ve been waiting for, but it seems that spring won’t wait for me. How many years have passed since the day we first met.
About 3 years already? After a while, I could have filled that number and left.
I never thought you would be my last remaining lingering attachment. In fact, until a year ago, we were only moderately close. Just like everything that flows, one small opportunity changed us.
I was a little surprised to hear your confession.
Knowing the future is a blessing, but it is also a curse. I know now The fact that your body is unstable is not just your vision.
How hard was it?
These days, when I close my eyes, I can see unfamiliar scenery. In fact, it’s been like that for a while now, but lately I feel like I’m going to lose my mind sometimes even when I’m not dreaming. Then I hear the shadows whispering to me.
Just give up.
You must have suffered as much as this, right? So, I’m fine
I am grateful that I could die for you. The fact that the life of an insignificant girl, who deserved to die anyway, can be the only sacrifice that can save you, who has become a wreck.
The fact that I was able to become a lover with you, the fact that I was able to kiss you, and all other miraculous encounters.
Thank you very much. Father.
Tonight is the last time.
You may be fainting now, but you must be reading this when you wake up again. Please don’t feel guilty for not having me.
You’ve done enough.
I lost someone important to me, and after struggling to save myself, I couldn’t stand it anymore and went to sleep. Even though I vomited blood and fainted several times,
Even so, everyone is saying that there is no more.
If there is only one regret, is it that I wanted to hear your voice one last time?
That’s why I left a greeting at least through a letter.
Hi, Ian.
I loved you, and I love you. I will pray for you tonight
May your wishes come true.
If you feel like it, put spring flowers on my grave. So that I can commemorate the day I met you.
From. A commoner girl who loves you
In the 565th year of the Imperial calendar, on the 28th day of the Snow Moon
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I read the text in silence for a while.
His trembling hands, as if they were going to drop the letter at any moment, soon became quiet. My pupils were going through the lines over and over again, imprinting each type in their brain.
‘Will’
The meaning of those two letters was very clear. No, isn’t it also confessed in the letter?
To die.
Who the hell?
It was a meaningless consultation. From the moment I saw that elaborate handwriting, I remembered a commoner girl who was exceptionally smart.
The date written at the end of the letter penetrates between the margins of the accident.
“Imperial year 565… ….”
Something is different.
The letters that have arrived so far have arrived from 7 years in the future. Yes, since the year has changed that year, should we call it the future six years from now?
The year was 571 in the Imperial calendar.
There was obviously a difference between the letter in front of me and the time it was written. Above all, if you say the month of snowflakes, isn’t it the date the calendar is pointing to right now?
I gasped for a calendar in my hand. Even though it was an unfamiliar space, it was not difficult to find the calendar as it was placed on the bedside table.
“The twenty-eighth day.”
The time required to calculate the remaining time was not long. Because there was only about 3 weeks left.
In other words, this letter came from three weeks in the future.
Realizing this, my body tried to get up on its own. Even if you don’t know where to go right now.
It was not a long letter in the first place. There was very little information contained in it.
What the hell is going on?
It was just a moment when I was excited about such a question.
“Are you awake?”
At the calm tone, I flinched and turned my gaze full of questions.
The source of the sound was an elderly person.
The white hair and beard seemed to tell how long he had lived. In addition, the restrained demeanor and the shabby priestly clothes worn over the old man subtly revealed the old man’s usual character.
Priest.
He was a typical priest enough to draw a portrait like this and put it in a dictionary. However, if there is one thing that bothers me, it is the popularity of rain.
I didn’t notice.
Even right before he opened the door and came in, stroking his beard and talking to me.
While I was hesitating because I couldn’t guess the identity of the opponent, the old priest took a quiet step.
Complete silence, not even the sound of rustling clothes.
In addition, the empty prayer was impressive. Could it be a martial artist who has been trained for a long time?
As my gaze slowly began to take on a light of caution, the old priest let out a faint laugh.
“You don’t have to be so vigilant. For now, I’m in charge of your treatment.”
“Who the hell are you… ….”
“Don’t you know?”
It was a question that came back to my question.
It was just embarrassing for me. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a first meeting, but you don’t know me.
Is he that famous?
However, no matter how prestigious a person was on the continent, it was rare for a detailed appearance to go around. There weren’t many people that the public could look at and say they were familiar with, at least not the leaders of each country.
Then, there is only one possibility left.
It meant that the two of us had run into each other somewhere. I couldn’t remember at all, though.
As I remain silent, the corner of the old man’s mouth draws an arc.
“Didn’t I see you from afar? Come on, it was too brief.”
Just then.
There was one memory that pierced the top of my head like lightning. Ciendel, the capital of the holy kingdom, the mountain court that boasted authority as high as the precipitous cliffs there.
Wasn’t there an old man standing at the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back?
“Maybe…… ?”
“Yes.”
Before I could spit out the name I had just come up with, the old priest gave a refreshingly immediate expression of agreement.
“I am the Patriarch of Eindel, Sir Ian. I heard the heroic performances of Ian-nim until now.”
Patriarch Eindel.
That name has been around for a long time. It must have been last year when he heard that he was leading a faction that was in conflict with the saintess.
However, when I heard the old man’s name, I narrowed my brows slightly.
The name I heard at the end of the battle with Leoric in the north was also ‘Aindel’.
‘Beware of Patriarch Eindel.’
That was Leoric’s will. As I hadn’t forgotten this, it was an opponent I couldn’t help but be suspicious of.
Despite my negative reaction, Aindel didn’t look particularly upset.
“Don’t be too wary. These are my words as a priest. More than anything, we are also comrades who will be together for a while.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“An artifact found in the Hastur family gold mine.”
It was a topic that suddenly pierced the brain like an awl.
A light moan escaped my mouth. She was stunned for a while by Emma’s will, but the problem at hand was not only the will from the future.
Celine, my childhood friend.
She was the person who was pointed out as the bloody beast of the Alpenhauser family. I don’t know what the heck he did, but the testimony that the force had grown to a level different from before seemed to be true.
Otherwise, she would not have been able to destroy Alpenhauser’s golden fortress single-handedly.
The ‘relic’ that Patriarch Eindel spoke of also had a deep connection with my childhood friend. It was none other than the Hastur family’s estate that was the cause of the ruin.
My skull throbs and pulses. Meanwhile, Patriarch Aindel’s explanation continued.
“Ian-nim has been nominated by the Empire as a special auditor. It may be difficult, but at least to some extent I want you to do that duty.”
“How many days has it been since I passed out?”
It was a question thrown instead of an answer.
I was the one who looked at the calendar as soon as I read the letter. Of course I knew how many days had passed, but the intent of my question was elsewhere.
The existence of ‘I’ from the future.
There were no scrawled notes left in Emma’s will. In other words, while I passed out, ‘me’ from the future might not have been active either.
And my speculation soon became a reality.
“You just woke up, so you must have passed out for about two days.”
It was a gap that exactly matched the date I remembered.
It was as if I hadn’t woken up and started activities on my own for two days. Does that mean that you can no longer ask for help from the man?
All sorts of problems broke the dam of accidents and overflowed. These were difficult challenges for me to deal with.
I had to find a bookstore.
The saintess, Shien, and my friend Leto.
I liked any of the characters floating around in my brain. I felt like I wanted to talk about my worries right away and get help from anyone.
Because it seemed like I couldn’t stand it otherwise.
As I tried to stand up again, Patriarch Aindel asked in a polite and calm voice.
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“Are you leaving?”
“Yes, I remembered an urgent business.”
He didn’t look like he was trying to dissuade me.
It was a negligent attitude for a priest in charge of treatment. If it had been a saint, there would have been an uproar already.
For me, this side was better. Because I had no desire to entrust my body to someone I couldn’t trust.
Just then.
“Then give me a few more seconds. There is a fact that must be conveyed.”
“…… ?”
At the words that suddenly caught me, I had to raise my body and send a questioning gaze.
A fact that must be told.
My childhood friend has turned into an enemy of mankind, and my sweetheart is on the verge of death. What could be more pressing than this?
I was about to say let’s talk about it later.
“Ian Percus.”
With an overly serious look on his face, the old priest said.
“You die.”
My eyes, which had been facing the front, were blind again, so I turned around.
What are you talking about?
Could it be a death notice? But to say that, the old man’s complexion was too gloomy.
It was not the face a criminal would do. Yes, I don’t know if it’s a priest.
So I couldn’t understand it even more.
“And within a month.”
“What is that…….”
“This is my opinion as a priest.”
On what grounds can you say this so resolutely?
Before I could refute my lips, the old man’s wrinkled hand rested on my shoulder.
The old priest’s eyes were burning like blue flames. It was the unique glow of a person with strong convictions who did not allow even the slightest doubt.
“Please, make the most of the last minute you have left.”
On this day, I became a time limit.