724 – 8. Will (98)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who believed in fate.
Emma made the medicine while recalling an old myth. Steam rises as various raw materials are mixed, followed by a pungent smell of medicine that fills the workshop.
It was a process she had repeated countless times.
There are no mistakes. This was not arrogance but confidence.
Because it was one of her few specialties that had no advantages.
Emma held the knife to her wrist one last time.
Arteries, where the purest blood flows.
The dripping bright red liquid instantly calmed the boiling mixture. It was right after that that a faint moan escaped Emma’s lips.
Her fingertips and toes were numb. A dizzying sensation as if consciousness suddenly flickered and was separated from the body.
Her fingers must have become somewhat blurry.
Well, it was a irrelevant story now.
I had no regrets about leaving behind a body that would disappear entirely. Emma thought about that and blew out the lamp.
The completed reagent was the size of one small bottle.
Although the amount seemed to be insufficient to recreate the magic of her mythical era, no ripples were visible on Emma’s face. After all, this potion was just a dye to draw Jin.
The only important part is the ‘offering’.
The ‘offering’ is ready, so there are no more problems.
As Emma thought so, she started drawing on the pure white drawing paper. A little bit of reagent was applied to the tip of the little finger, and the blood-colored trace soon became a geometric shape.
A simple and seamless process that is almost trivial.
Feeling something frivolous, Emma nodded and finally burst into laughter. It seemed like a perfect way to prepare for the end of my life.
Let’s stop.
Emma decided to humbly accept her fate. Still, she couldn’t leave like this because Ian would worry if she disappeared on her own.
There was still another piece of paper prepared for this purpose.
The woman’s hand began to write what would be her last greeting on her letterhead. The first sentence is, yes.
‘To. To my beloved, Ian Perkus.’
This was a will.
A commoner girl who was nothing was saved by a man.
A will that appears at the end of the common story of someone dying while receiving overwhelming love.
Suddenly, a scene I saw in a dream came to mind. There was a girl who really loved the guy she met all the time.
Her love was reciprocated and the girl was selected as her man’s partner. Although her sister also became her man’s partner, God’s will is sometimes incomprehensible.
As long as a girl could be by her man’s side, she would be happy.
Her heart trembled every time her man smiled at her. When I touched her fingertips, it felt like an electric current was flowing through her, and there were several times when I worried that her face would turn red and she would steam.
Then, when she found out that her man’s heart was the same as her girl’s.
Oh, it would be nice if my heart exploded and I died like this.
The girl thought sincerely. Even when her heart was stabbed by her beloved sister’s blade.
Even the person who committed the terrible crime did not understand what she had done. Her sister’s body was trembling, her blood soaking her clothes.
With her colorless hands, the girl stroked her sister’s cheek.
Poor man.
Unlike herself, who had no advantages, she was the older sister who was born with everything. However, in her last moments, the girl’s feelings for her older sister could not have been expected to turn into ‘pity’.
This blood will eventually soak you.
Are you still shaking then? Even though she was about to die, she wasn’t that scared.
She just thought it was a reward for receiving undeserved love.
Now, it’s just that the turn has come back.
Emma thought so as she tried to seal her finished letter.
“Emma.”
A man who opened the door and came in called her name.
As Emma’s eyes adapted to the light as her body trembled, an image of her man appeared on her retina. She thought it was a hallucination at first, but it wasn’t.
Ian Perkus.
Her first love and her last love were staring at her in silence.
In a somewhat anxious tone.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but stop.”
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Emma burst out laughing.
She couldn’t help but be happy that she was finally able to meet her man, and the woman spoke in a voice steeped in her affection.
“Ian.”
“I solved everything. “It means you don’t have to sacrifice anything.”
Still, Emma didn’t answer. Instead, she just silently dropped the candle wax into the envelope.
Suddenly.
The red candle wax resembles drops of blood.
“Solved, what?”
“Everything you need to worry about.”
Ian then explained in a calm tone.
“I fixed my mental image. In the process, she rose to ‘Master’. So, I take care of everything…….”
“It’s incomplete.”
Just one word.
Ian was left speechless by Emma’s casual comment. After staring at Emma in silence for a while, a light sigh escaped his lips.
Then I walked briskly to the other side of Emma.
Even as Ian pulled out the chair and flopped down, Emma had just put down the candlestick.
Before long, her woman’s lips softened.
“I can see it with my eyes.”
The man remained silent instead of answering.
“What kind of situation you are in, how much pain you had to struggle… And, even the difficulties that will come your way in the future.”
“Are you saying you can be a prophet?”
“It doesn’t look right. But the past always repeats itself.”
Cuckold, stamped the candle wax with a seal and pressed it.
The woman had a sad smile on her face.
“You overextended yourself again.”
Ian’s eyes glanced to the side. It was a habit that came out when times were difficult.
“What did you do to make your image look like that? “It’s normal if it’s originally sutured.”
“I accepted another master’s vision.”
The Master’s vision is different from other visions.
This common sense was no exception for Ian. A vision of masters that we unconsciously accepted to defeat our future selves.
It was destabilizing Ian’s image like a chisel stuck in a rock.
“But it’s nothing to worry about. As long as it’s not a long war, the battle is possible, and it’s not possible for me…….”
“And then?”
In response to Emma’s question, Ian silenced her again.
“Have you created your own vision?”
“No, not yet…” ….”
“What about Delphirem?”
The man is silent again.
As if she knew that would happen, Emma shook her head with a faint smile.
“It’s not enough, Ian.”
“I know.”
“I will make you perfect.”
It was a determination stronger than determination.
If I had to give it a name, should I call it ‘mission’?
Emma’s tone was as unwavering as that.
“Now, look. “What happened to my body?”
Then the woman raised her hands. Her fingertips looked more than blurry, and it was clear that even the rest of her body was fading.
It was the result of sacrificing myself several times so far.
“This is my destiny.”
“Sacrifice?”
“Yes, just as you also have a destiny… “I also have my own destiny.”
It was shortly after that that Emma handed her envelope to Ian.
The will that I had been writing so hard until just now, but never thought I would hand-deliver to Ian.
Ian’s eyes became even more hollow.
It was an envelope she had already seen. It’s none other than the envelope she received before the incident began.
‘A love letter from the future.’
Emma smiled softly, unaware of her man’s identity.
“Now.”
Ian was silent for a while as he stared at the woman.
Some time had passed when she finally raised her hand and accepted the envelope.
“This is my will, Ian… Sorry. “But there was only so much I could do for you.”
“Emma, I… ….”
“It was painful and difficult, right?”
There was no time for her man to continue his words. Before that, she heard Emma’s retort filled with pity and guilt.
The tone was even slightly watery. Before she knew it, tears filled with compassion and affection were flowing down the woman’s cheeks.
“It’s okay now. “I’ll help you so you don’t get sick anymore.”
“Emma.”
“It will hurt more from now on. It will be difficult, and there will be many times when you want to give up… However, you don’t have to carry it alone. Let me share a little… ….”
“Just one word.”
Ian was careful not to let Emma’s emotions spill over, as she pleaded.
“Let me say just one word.”
In response to her earnest request, Emma finally closed her mouth.
And the watery eyes turned towards her man.
Her eyes were filled with affection and compassion. The determination and anguish contained within it. Ian didn’t know how many nights he had to stay up to reach this conclusion.
There is only one thing to know.
Ian also felt so frustrated and distressed.
In the end, Ian smiled bitterly at her.
Yes.
There was only one thing he wanted to say from the beginning.
“f*ck you.”
At the moment, Emma’s eyes went blank as she heard a sound she never expected to hear from Ian.
Boom!
The hatchet smashed the desk and pieces of wood bounced around indiscriminately.