Extra Chapter. To you in the past, to you in the future
Ludwig had an unusual dream last night.
Lucid Dream. It is often referred to as a lucid dream.
In his dreams, he jumped around on round spheres.
It contained the story of her life that he had never heard of through Emilia.
After the story of the two-year-old enemy, the story of the four-year-old enemy.
When that story is over, on to the next one.
Ludwig moved around, stepping lightly on the sphere of memory as if it were a cloud.
While reading her story, Ludwig had a small question.
Could this really be the story of a girl named Emilia?
Or is it an imaginary story he composed based on her diary?
The former would be nice if possible. But the odds of that are low. It was hard to hope for such a miracle unless God helped.
‘It’s grown a lot.’
In the new memories of Ludwig’s arrival, Emilia had become quite a young girl.
His features were also quite similar to his current form, he was quite tall, and his sword-wielding skill was significantly improved compared to before.
‘Even Emilia wasn’t good at swordsmanship from the beginning.’
Even when he was just an observer reading the story of this world,
Even when I came into this world and heard stories from people around me,
Everyone praised her talent, but her efforts were relatively unnoticed.
However, when Ludwig looked back on her as a child, she was just an ordinary girl.
I just fell a little less than others, and my awakening was a little quicker, but my efforts were no different from others. No, rather, I tried more time.
To the extent that even Ludwig, who had been watching her for a little over a year, opened his mouth.
Perhaps even he wanted to see the talent of a girl named Emilia rather than her hard work. I felt such a strange feeling.
There is no way that there is a human who can do everything skillfully from the moment he was born. It should be called a god, not a genius.
‘He’s writing a diary here too.’
The image of Emilia, who had been vigorously swinging her sword, disappeared, and she was seen sitting in front of the desk before she knew it.
He was moving a pen over the diary he presumed to have peeped at, and I felt a pang from his back.
Ludwig moved a little closer to her side.
It was to check what was written in the diary.
Apparently he was invisible to the beings in his dreams, so even when he waved his hand right next to him like this, he didn’t show any reaction.
He quietly glanced over the entries in his diary.
‘Today I saw a white lump on my mother… what a lie that was scary. Was it a lie made for me? Is it a lie because he hates me?’
It wasn’t that surprising, since the same entry had been written in the diary he had been peeping at a few days before.
However, when the memories of that time overlapped, I bit my lip at the discomfort that enveloped my body.
It was. It is a story that everyone dreams of at least once to have eyes that can see the inside of others.
However, incomplete information and complete information sometimes make a big difference. The saying that not knowing is medicine is not for nothing.
Emilia’s darkness also originated there.
Eyes that penetrate the emotions of others.
However, if you can’t truly know what’s inside, it’s just a cursed ability that casts distrustful glances even at those you trust.
It was because the words Emilia had written just now accurately reflected this.
‘It must have been scary just by itself being a lie. Especially at a young age.’
If she had opened her current eyes in a state where she had passed adulthood and matured mentally like the original, the story might have flowed in a different direction.
However, everyone in childhood has their own innocence.
That strong and noble Emilia was no different.
Doubt creates distrust, and distrust creates solitude.
There are people who enjoy solitude, but there are no people who endure solitude. I don’t know who coined the sentence, but it was an accurate statement.
Emilia, the girl Ludwig had been watching, was by no means a great person to enjoy solitude.
A woman who seems to be strong, but likes to lean on someone, wants to talk, and has a beautiful smile whenever that happens. That was Emilia Bayemurn.
“Mom, Mom… … !”
Emilia, who moved the pen once more, burst into tears before long.
drip.
Tears like chicken droppings wet the top of the diary, and some of the ink that covered the paper began to bleed.
Watching this, Ludwig clenched his fists until he was crushed.
Was it only twelve years old?
It is too deep a darkness and a heavy burden for a child to bear.
‘Read your emotions.’
How many people can treat that person as usual when they know that the other person can see through my heart?
At least Ludwig couldn’t guarantee that one day, when a friend confessed the truth to him, the way he treated that friend would not change.
Like it or not, you’ll probably notice. I will be careful of each word and put my heart and soul into making sure that unnecessary noise is not created.
And this little girl was afraid of even such a small crack.
Her inner thoughts in the diary were all the same.
At the end of each story, she wrote ‘Sorry.’
It is self-reproach for doubting those around you even though you think it shouldn’t be like this, and self-reproach for not believing the reactions of people around you when you confess the truth. Maybe those two things.
‘I couldn’t tell Tanya either.’
Sometimes friends who have been together for a long time are more trustworthy than blood ties.
This is especially the reason why children who have reached puberty after passing their teens tell their friends what they can’t tell their family.
Still, why was Emilia unable to tell this fact even to her old friend, Tanya?
The reason was obvious.
‘It must be because it’s precious.’
If Tanya had been an insignificant existence to her, there might have been a possibility.
But until she met Ludwig, she had only one friend, Tanya.
It must have been a very precious thing. I would never have wanted to lose.
If you keep your mouth shut, you can continue your current relationship. It might be quite dangerous, but depending on how Emilia handled it, it was quite possible.
However, when the facts were revealed, the case was unknown.
He must have thought that Tanya might leave him, disappointed in himself for hiding such a secret, and reproach him for not wanting to be friends with a woman with such nasty eyes.
‘And now I’m entering the category of that precious person.’
Ludwig had no intention of blaming her. No, I couldn’t fault it.
Predictably, if he had been in her position, he would have come up with a similar alternative.
It was better to gamble on how far this pain would last than to gamble on losing the existence of Emilia.
At most, the words in this diary could not express all the pain she had endured.
She wanted to be with him even after overcoming such hardships.
It means that she loves him.
Then, as a man, wouldn’t there be only one way to respond to that?
“Emilia.”
Ludwig reached out and gently stroked Emilia’s head, who was sobbing while lying face down on the desk.
I don’t know if this heart will reach her in my dream, but I wanted to comfort her in some way.
And as if in response, her upper body suddenly stood up.
“Who, who are you?”
“… … !”
What? Wasn’t the being in the dream unaware of itself?
However, the reaction from a moment ago seemed to have noticed that someone was there.
She looked at the place where Ludwig’s hand touched a moment ago with her own hand, as if the touch remained.
Ludwig’s eyes, watching this, were determined.
From now on, this girl will live alone in pain for close to ten years.
If I could deliver this voice, at least give her a little hope for her life.
“Emilia, I don’t know if you will hear my voice, but there is something I want to tell you.”
“… … .”
Emilia’s reaction was ambiguous.
Do you hear his voice or not?
He didn’t say anything, just staring into space.
But Ludwig continued.
“You have best friends. If your current life is too difficult, you must visit that friend. Even if you are holding a secret, that child will accept it.”
If this child is like the Emilia he knew, I hope he will live a more energetic life from now on.
And when you meet yourself in a few years, I hope you greet me with a brighter smile.
without that kind of wind.
“In a few years I will meet a man. That man isn’t as outstanding as you, he’s just average looking, and his family is a bit inferior to yours.”
“But one thing I can say for sure. That man will make you happier than anyone else in the world. Because I promised that.”
“It’s okay if you don’t like the flowers you come across tomorrow morning. A man who will show you more flowers than anyone else will be waiting for you.”
Ludwig held his breath for a moment.
Because I had to manage my overflowing emotions and tell her somehow in this dream that I don’t know how long it will last.
Every passing moment was regrettable.
“Trust your parents. They are always thinking of you in their head. Even if there is a day when you tell a lie unintentionally, it will be a lie that you gave because you are precious.”
“I won’t ask you to ask me to live happily ever after. But I will ask you for this one thing.”
“Please just live. I will give you all the happiness I will experience in my life, so please live until then.”
“And when the day comes when you are ready to tell me all about yourself, take the burden off me.”
With those words, Ludwig woke up.
Did the tears shed in a dream appear in reality? Before I knew it, the pillow was wet.
When he raised his upper body and turned his head, there was a mature woman watching him, not the little girl he had seen earlier.
“Did you sleep well? Ludwig.”
A precious person he was determined to protect in the future.