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cold boot (3)
“Five······.”
As for the great sun of the Great Lister Empire and his two planets, François Mirlande Duheme has never been as perplexed as it is today.
I couldn’t understand what all this meant at once, so my mind was in a mess.
And in his life, ‘something that cannot be understood at once’ was extremely rare.
The man’s pale pink eyes rolled from side to side with a breath.
“What does that mean?”
-widely!
His majesty’s son, who had been walking, snatched the book of essays, and the palace lord, weakened like a tulip, shrugged his shoulders with a face as if lost in his country—which, of course, does not mean the Holy Kingdom.
The three divine beasts were startled and raised their tails to protect him.
The black leather gloves immediately opened the bookcase and found the signature on the inside.
The air became heavy in an instant, enough to feel that the flow of conversation had been reversed.
François secretly glanced at the three men and women and straightened his neck.
In order to memorize the handwriting and shape of the signature perfectly, he did not forget to raise his eyes so that the blood vessels swell.
The father of the (pre-)overhead sighed, but he didn’t care.
The Marquis, left and right, was a wizard full of inquisitiveness and curiosity.
Hmm, Benjamin Girardin’s signature looks like that.
It seems to be a geometric combination of the initials B and G.
It’s definitely not a common shape, and it’s not something you can easily think of.
“I told you… As it is. My brother is someone who can leave his mark on the world in some way.”
“There are many ways to leave a mark, my lord. Isn’t it possible that your brother is in Benjamin-nim’s body? Couldn’t he have possessed us just like us?”
Sir Kristel Langbuye followed and asked.
She also had a very serious expression on her face. He seemed a bit anxious.
However, the amount of information provided by the two short conversations was enormous.
François came up with about a dozen hypotheses on the fly, and quickly discarded half of them.
I was well aware that my dear Prince Juliet was different from Prince Jesse Penetian, and that he had borrowed his poor body for a while.
But Sir Langbuye, who was intelligent and courageous, was a case he could not have even imagined.
As I said, Alexandre, guardian of intellect.
Is there someone from another world inhabiting the young paladin’s body?
“no······. no. That’s what Nicky said that day. Here…”
The prince’s purple eyes trembled.
François hurriedly bites the white sugar bear jerky next to him.
No, I tried to do that, but it failed with the decisive restraint of Sir Johann Haynes.
A hot voice was constantly flowing from the bed.
“I am the only ‘stranger’ here.”
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
At those words, the pink hair stood still, and the Crown Prince was speechless like a speechless statue.
Even in the midst of it, the marquise’s brain was spinning or boiling like magic tools in the laboratory.
There was silence for several minutes.
It was as if a natural disaster was imminent, as even the gods and gods were quiet.
Then, a shrill voice roamed the air.
“that day······. in the wagon. When I found out that the writer of ＜Reason, Sensibility, and Divinity> was a Benjamin.”
François almost cut off his own tongue. Who wrote what?
“When I found out that he was writing for my nephew… I was just going to ask. How about writing for other people? How do you feel about writing the story?”
“·················ogue.”
“If that was the case, I might have grabbed a decisive clue. Maybe he found the traces of his older brother sooner…”
Gungju smiled faintly and looked up at the marquis.
The man couldn’t even remember what I was doing that day, so his eyelashes were fluttering.
When the hell are you talking about enemies? Why didn’t I know that yet?
“After a while, Nicky…. He said this to me.”
“·················ogue.”
“This world depends on me.”
François, unable to contain his curiosity, raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
But it was immediately taken into the hands of John and taken down.
Regrettably, he was not yet officially Herit’s godfather.
A faint trace of patience was reflected on the cardinal’s forehead.
“I had no idea what that meant. The sky is falling while I’m away… There was a hole and a scary sword fell, but I couldn’t clearly understand it. It was difficult for me to accept what I could see with my eyes and with my head. I don’t know the principle at all, so I just…”
“·················ogue.”
“I used to think that way sometimes. Because Eunseo and my younger brother loved this place. Because I really loved and cared for this world and the people here… Probably because of him…”
“Thanks to Eunseo, we got our lives?”
“·················ogue.”
The question did not contain any reproach, but the king had a painful gaze like a deer being hunted to death.
His tone was like a raspberry drenched in sorrow.
The silence that followed was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
After swallowing the dry saliva, the man licked his lips again after a while.
“The prince and I had the same name, and his family environment was . . . It was subtly similar to our situation. The fact that his father passed away early, or that he had a mother who was ill. Older brother, younger brother . . .”
Her beautiful eyes were tinged with red.
François took a handkerchief from his arms and glanced at John.
He shook his head silently. At last, permission was granted!
“Everything was so similar, I thought it wouldn’t be the case. You must have wanted to believe that.”
“······yes.”
“That’s why I don’t think he’s an older brother to us either……”
Christel’s voice rang through the distance. It was an eye that groped for a certain memory.
“You said that at the beach. I don’t think my brother could do such a cruel thing. That’s something that can’t be done for you or Eunseo.”
“yes······.”
“And also to Mr. Jesse.”
“·················ogue.”
“Look at this. You’re trying to cry.”
She pulled out François’ handkerchief.
The wizard, who suddenly missed the chance to play an active part, opened his mouth.
Kristel walked right up to the bed and looked at her friend.
And he spoke without hesitation.
Unlike anyone who is silent all the time.
“I······. I’m OK. really.”
“Mr. Gain.”
“Of course, not everything is good. The fact that I’m the main character of the novel doesn’t mean I’m just happy and like it. I’m not even happy that Jesse’s brother ‘made’ me. To be honest, I still don’t feel it.”
“·················ogue.”
“By the way, Jesse did that, right? I want to hear my story directly from me. I really liked that word.”
“·················ogue.”
“I have enough of that.”
A bright smile appeared on her lips, then disappeared as white as waves and foam.
Although the corners of her eyes were red and her voice was shaky, Christel Langbuyer looked very firm.
Like a breakwater that does not collapse even in a tsunami. Or like a great mountain range submerged in the deep sea.
“…Isabel knows I’m not Kristel. But you lived for me. thank you so much It just sticks in your chest. I also want Isabelle to be happy.”
“·················ogue.”
“So, I will work harder here. Don’t be ashamed of Christel, who is already dead. Even if that child comes back later, I can live proudly with this body.”
“·················ogue.”
“That doesn’t change just because hyung is a writer. ’cause my life is mine Because no matter what anyone says, I survived. Elizabeth told me that was right.”
Shhh Kristel quickly wiped the tears away with her palms.
And with his wet hands, he covered the back of his hand.
Her forehead, which was dripping with cold sweat, was embracing a pale gold color.
He smiled bitterly and slowly pulled out his hand.
Then he said:
“…a few more.”
“yes.”
“My ether is not mine either.”
That confession was enough to shock everyone in the tent.
Kristel’s water-colored iris was blue.
François covered his mouth, which was likely to make a loud noise, with his fist. oh my god!
“This was the last time… I forgot to tell you. That’s what my brother did. ‘If you can’t remember, it doesn’t really matter’.”
“·················ogue.”
“But it was a lie. It was very important.”
The priest smiled as if he would disappear at any moment.
The Marquis witnessed the prince clenching his fists.
“then······.”
“The ‘Sacrament of Wishes’ in the Temple of the Border. Perhaps without even knowing it… It seems that I have absorbed the holy water of the sacrament. When I first came here.”
“·················ogue.”
Gung-ju looked up at the two partners with blurred eyes.
Still, one side remained silent, and only Kristel shook her head coldly.
“I don’t care.”
“·················ogue.”
That was already about two years ago.
“What is that? I also carry Changhae’s blessing in my body. I didn’t have the will to do it. But it’s worth living. It’s nice to be able to help others too.”
“Gain’s older sister.”
The young man asked her with a breath.
Her red cheeks were trembling slightly.
“You said you were married to a German.”
“yes.”
“The grandmother who lives upstairs… My son-in-law is German.”
“·················ogue.”
“I mean, you know what I mean.”
He barely, really managed to keep the conversation going.
As the heat that had dropped was rising, even the surrounding air felt hot.
François hurriedly moved his hand and dipped the towel back into the basin.
-Callang・・・・・・・!
“·················ogue.”
But again, John interrupted. The Marquis looked at him with astonished eyes.
Even at that moment, the royal sentence continued.
He was confessing it almost grievously.
“The parts that make up Mr. Cain and the Crown Prince are……. Memories, scars, maybe things that are very precious or important to you two. In the hands of my older brother, sometimes very… that it is light and easy to make. And I didn’t know that.”
“You didn’t know.”
“no.”
The young man replied sternly. Christel was startled.
“I knew it vaguely, very vaguely. So it’s always been unclean.”
“·················ogue.”
‘Maybe’, ‘what if’, ‘just in case’… I can’t lie that I didn’t have that feeling. I am not innocent.”
“Since when······.”
“sorry.”
‘I’m really sorry.’ With his last whisper, a clear drop of water ran down his cheek.
The divine beasts in their arms were trembling as if they were about to run out of breath.
It was the same with Tite and Lofi.
Kristel blinked, unable to find anything to say for a moment.
That was then.
– Tuk!
Benjamin Girardin’s essay book fell to the floor.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the man holding it.
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
Cedric Lister was simmering alone in the stillness.
His scarlet eyes that had been planted with flames engulfed the darkness and glowed red.
It was as dark as the blood of a dove.
The white jade eyes were blue and there was nothing to live for, and the tight jaw muscles were vibrating as if they were invisible.
François instinctively knew that something was going wrong.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty Sedric…!”
– Flutter!
Busily I tried to get up and grab him, but it was delayed a few beats.
The man left the barracks that way and never returned.
cedric is not angry for the reason you’re gonna think, jesse ;(