looks away.
okay. I turned away. I closed my eyes, covered my ears, and kept my mouth shut. I did that because I did not know how to live life otherwise.
I lived knowing that.
I believed and lived like that.
Thatâs how I lived.
I lived according to what I saw, heard, and learned. I did it because I knew that if I lived like that, that was life.
âAre you saying it wasnât a rose?â
I wonder if it was a rose that bloomed. Was it right to live life without being able to answer that simple question? Unable to answer that easy question, I asked as if I was walking through a dream.
âIs that what you think?â
âAre you actually asking me?â
Randelâs eyes turned to his feet.
I looked down at the long sword that had fallen as if blocking my steps.
I looked down at the thick red blood droplets that followed the tip of the sword.
â Kalyan. no see.
It reminded me of the red blood drops that had once fallen on the table. It reminded me of the red blood that had just flowed from the lips that said the rose would bloom soon.
It reminded me of the red rose that had been cut and dropped by a pure white hand.
â Look at me. Not this.
Dark blue eyes look into the distance.
You notice a transparent window that was meant to be closed, not open.
A window that you never wanted to keep open, but now has no way of closing it. A chilly wind blew through the broken glass. Because it rained early in the morning.
â⦠Itâs windy. They said it was going to rain.â
My eyes were dazzled by the fresh wind that came through the cracks. So I closed my eyes.
The wind blowing through the cracks that were broken arbitrarily dazzled my eyes, and I was enveloped in a deep blue abyss that I could only sink deep into and never recall again. I couldnât overcome the pride and got caught.
That rose was small and unsightly.
That red, red rose.
It was so dazzling that I couldnât bear it when I heard that it had withered in the rain, faded, and bloomed again before I knew it. My heart is cold. My mind hurts. I closed my eyes.
âSo, just go back now. Youâre tired.â
They say that the child who said the rose looked just like Annelucia has already disappeared. I want you to know that it is because so many people surrounding that child turn a blind eye. So now, please accept the facts.
It was an answer to my second brotherâs cold request.
It was the answer to the blowing wind.
I understood and recognized that it might still be a turning away, but I was afraid that I might have closed my eyes again because I was not convinced, so Plantz, who was still standing upright on the carpet that was damp from his wounds, opened his mouth.
âI wonât come down until I get an appointment.â
âAre you saying you would accept my apology on my behalf? Even though I said I understood what you said.â
âThatâs right.â
âNow why are you being so persistent all of a sudden?â
Randel opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time. After looking down at the red mass that had accumulated on the floor for a while, he continued speaking.
âI found out that the child had crumbled the rose that I had made. You said that you burned it.â
âI did.â
âI asked if the child was the same as before. Even after that, you did not tell me the truth.â
âI did.â
âWhy are you suddenly revealing what you were trying to hide and why are you being so persistent?â
A small rose that bloomed while Calian was on Rosellita. The rose that Randel bloomed. It was Kalyan who destroyed it. And Plantz lied and said he got rid of it with his own hands.
Randel once asked Planz. Is the child the same Kalyan as before or is he now just Plantzâs younger brother? Even at that time, Plantz did not inform the truth.
Now Randel was asking the reason.
Why are they now suddenly revealing the fact that they tried to hide? Why are they only now demanding that we accept the truth and apologize?
I opened the window that was closed properly. why. suddenly.
â⦠Those who left must be remembered. Those who stay must be looked upon.â
I heard an answer.
âIf you donât know that something is gone even after you lose it, and you donât know that itâs staying even after you keep it by your side. Because those who lived and are living will be forgotten. That life will be forgotten. You canât erase it like that.â
I heard an answer.
A voice was heard, so small and thin that it was hard to hear. A voice was heard, like the end of the wind that had already blown.
âI was taught not to erase it like that. Thatâs why I know now. So before itâs too late, before itâs completely erased, remember and look at it. Thatâs what I said. Brother to brother.â
Red eyes filled with fully blooming roses, flowing blood, burning flames, and a life so filled were looking at the two brothers.
âSo thereâs no need to apologize on my behalf.â
Instead, donât apologize.
âIâll take it myself. I will.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I will receive it directly.
Kalyan said so.
* * *
I cleaned up the overflowing blood stains.
All the broken windows were removed.
After removing all the spilled and broken stains and debris, the spring breeze blew into the clean, quiet room again.
â are you okay. Brothers may fight. Everyone lives fighting like that anyway. So itâs okay.
After coming back down to the lower level of the room where I was forcibly exposed to the wind
, I realized that if I got hurt in a fight, I could just treat it and if I did something wrong, I could get scolded.
Thereâs still more to be scolded for.
A voice was heard from Hina, who easily untied the bright red tie that had been fastened to prevent further bleeding. This was right after the white, round piece of magic stone, said to be made from mermaid tears, was placed in Plantzâs hand.
Itâs hard to say anything anymore. It was a communication device made by magicians from Balkan who were very free while the vice commanders were away, so they could use it because our precious healer couldnât speak during treatment. Of course, the price of purchasing the magic stone came from a treasury containing public funds in Balkan. If there is a shortage of public funds, Lemain will make up for it. If Lemain does not give, you can rob Plantzâs safe. If that is difficult, you can ask Calianâs safe to solve the problem, so it can be said to be a valuable result obtained by working hard at the auction without worrying about it. .
â Donât you know that my wounds heal faster than others?
â know.
â Donât you know what happens if you heal a wound while holding a piece of glass?
â I donât know.
â sick.
â â¦â¦ okay.
Hina, who was contemplating whether to throw away the red tie since it was soaked with blood, folded it with familiar hands and placed it next to her. I thought it would be better to just return the tie to its owner, who would clean it off with this much blood.
Then, with bold hands that could hardly be traced to any consideration for the patient, he rummaged through the torn wound, found numerous pieces of glass, and took them out one by one.
â It hurts a lot?
â it hurts.
â Hold on.
â â¦â¦ okay.
Plantz frowned slightly, unable to tell which would hurt more: healing a wound while holding a piece of glass or pulling a piece of glass out of a torn wound. Hina, who saw this, heard a voice again.
â Why did you break the otherwise intact window?
-For not opening the door.
â If they wonât open it, you have to ask them to open it.
â I did it.
â Then you just have to wait.
â I waited.
â But why did you break the otherwise intact window?
â I canât wait any longer.
â Then why did you leave the sword you were carrying and break it with your arm?
â It just so happened.
â Thatâs right. I guess you woke up with your arm. And then you got hurt like this⦠So. It hurts a lot?
â â¦â¦ Itâs bearable.
â yes.
While at Secretia, Hina carefully treated Chaseâs mother, Louise. However, Arianne was usually next to him.
Is that why?
While Iâm receiving treatment in my room in my own country, why do I keep thinking of my brotherâs former brother, the King of the Sea Country, and that bastardâs betrothed? This is such a strange thing.
The thing sitting next to me was clearly an anesthetic that Veronica had made, but I was about to ask her why she wasnât using it. Seeing that the sleeping pills work well, it seems like the anesthetics work well too. I wondered if it would be better to ask why they werenât being used, but I thought it shouldnât be asked, so I just left that out.
â Have they taken it all out nowâ¦.
I couldnât ask because I was afraid that if I asked about it, it would strain the small hands that were rummaging through the wound while saying this.
â ah. I guess they took it all out. Itâs less than I thought.
-â¦â¦I think he feels regretful.
-What do you regret?
â no.
â yes.
Hina smiled brightly as she cleaned up even the smallest pieces of glass that were barely visible to the eye. Plantz smelled the salt smell again and slowly closed his eyes.
Soon a familiar light seeped in and the gaping wound began to heal.
â Have you talked about everything you wanted to say?
â I didnât share it.
â You went in here hurting like this, but you couldnât even talk?
â I just did it. I didnât share it.
I said everything I wanted to say.
However, there was no proper answer, so it was not a conversation.
â If you said what you wanted to say, you didnât get hurt for no reason. Thatâs a good thing.
Hina, who understood what Planz meant, answered like this.
-Are you hurt anywhere other than your arm?
-Iâm not hurt. I am.
â Thatâs a good thing too.
â I think the other two were hurt.
â is it so? The only one who showed any injuries was Hae-ha.
â I can not see. that.
Hina quietly nodded.
The warm energy continues to permeate me.
â thatâs right. In fact, everyone has more invisible wounds.
â okay.
â Are you all hurt because of me?
â no. Just one person.
â Then, you will have to apologize to that one person.
Unlike Hina, Plantz shook his head.
â no. I couldnât meet you.
â Then, be sure to do it the next time you meet.
â I wish so. It canât happen like that. It canât be.
Hina, who heard the enigmatic words, briefly raised her head and looked at Plantz. Then he lowered his head again.
â I think youâre already doing it.
I donât even know who that one person is that I canât apologize to because I canât meet them. Even though I donât know why we canât meet. Even though I donât know why we canât meet up if we have to. Hina.
â If you canât apologize, donât create something else to apologize for. Then someday it will be okay.
He consoled the person who said he had made a mistake.
I consoled myself for things I couldnât apologize for.
Without knowing anything. Hina.
* * *
That white and red rose.
âI thought there was only one white and red rose.â
The rose that blooms and withers.
âThere are so many here and there. It blooms a lot and loses a lot. I guess thatâs how it happened. Before I knew it, it was happening.â
There wasnât just one rose that was sick, there wasnât just one rose that wasnât supposed to be sick, and it turned out that there were roses that werenât roses in the mix. I didnât know that so many roses would bloom and fall before I knew it.
Randel said nothing.
Instead of answering, Calian listened to the sound of the clock and opened his mouth again.
âMaybe itâs because I have so many older brothers. Even though Iâve retrieved almost every minute of my older brotherâs memories, there are still things I donât know.â
Calian, who patted his head and smiled weakly, continued speaking to Randel, who was still silent.
âIt wasnât a rose I knew I would cut, and it wasnât a gift I knew I would give. I cut it and gave it to someone else. âI just thought you liked it.â
He said he didnât know it was Anne Lucia.
âI wish I had known it was that kind of rose. I wouldnât have urged you to look at it properly.â
If I had known that it was Annelusia, I wouldnât have cut it off just to see me. I wouldnât have given her a gift to cut it off. âIs that what you were trying to apologize for
? âI said I came to get it.â
âI have to do what I have to do and get it. Refreshing.â
Calian, who felt like his true identity had been revealed again with a gesture of his hand or a gift, answered. Face the truth, I had no intention of urging you. Iâm sorry for urging you on. âYou sound completely different from the second one.
â
âI think itâs not okay for Brother Randel to ignore the truth.â â
What do you think?â
âActually, itâs not okay, but itâs okay anyway. âI.â
After that, he expressed his honest and honest feelings like this.
âI couldnât even ask him to remember the person he lost or get to know the new person he met. Because it should become a natural thing. Itâs not my fault, and itâs not Brother Randelâs fault.â
How can I feel sad and apologize for not being able to recognize that the person inside me has changed? Even if I recognized it, how can I call it a mistake if I canât reveal what I recognized? Itâs Randelâs fault
. It wasnât his fault.
Of course, it wasnât Calianâs fault either.
âBut it was the real mistake you committed against me. The same mistake you committed. âThat is.â
Calian raised the teacup and put it back down.
Also, because it was grapefruit tea.
If it turns out, Calian had once said that he really liked grapefruit. Calian, who laughed and added a silly suspicion, looked at Randel.
â That too. Itâs okay if you donât apologize. Itâs okay if you donât know.â
Is it really wrong for someone who has lived without learning how to consider mistakes as mistakes to not realize their mistakes? Is it really a mistake to make a mistake because you only know how to make mistakes? Is it really a mistake to make a mistake because you canât live without making mistakes? Is it wrong?
Whether I committed it because I wanted to live or
because I didnât want to die.
âItâs okay to keep not knowing. Iâm serious.â
Is it truly that personâs fault for living a life where he had to hurt someone else to survive?
âBrother, please think about it yourself and apologize if you remember your mistake. Iâll wait. If you donât remember me for the rest of my life, I will wait for you for the rest of my life. Until you apologize.â
The window that Plantz forcibly broke. The window that he broke for the old Calian and Calian. In fact, the window that he broke for Randel. I was afraid that
it might cut Randelâs flesh. Itâs okay to walk out slowly, just walk out. âItâs okay if you donât have to,â he said.
âI canât forgive you. Even if you receive an apology. âI deserve an apology, but I donât have the right to forgive you.â
Of course, I didnât hide the fact that the old Calian left or cover it up. I couldnât let the hurt I suffered from breaking that window while worrying about hurting the person inside the window be overshadowed. So.
âWhat if I never remember my mistake?â
Randel, who had been looking out the window for a while, asked this.
Calian, who was staring blankly at the garden outside the window, opened his mouth at a speed that seemed to be slower than the hands of a clock.
âItâs my fault, brother . I wonât and will wait. Even if you donât think about it until you die.â
âWhile you wait. âYou.â
âLike I said. Itâs okay.â
âActually, itâs not okay. âYou said it was okay?â
âYes. Because itâs something you have to get used to.â
Because you donât have to have everything to be okay to live life.
âThe white rose was in so much pain that the grapes that healed it helped the white rose get better, and the white rose got better because of the grapes that withered because the white rose was sick alone. Sometimes the rose gets sick again. Sometimes red roses hurt more than white roses. Live without being okay, live with being okay, live with being okay. âLiving this way or that way is ultimately life.â
Because things that cannot be controlled are bound to happen eventually. You just have to get used to them.
Randel, who has buried the easy lesson of hating grapefruits in the depths of the abyss and has forgotten them, will forget it this time. Calian, who had taught me another thing I wish I had avoided, stood up.
âThey say it will take three days to fix everything because they have to re-enchant the window. It wonât be cold, but it will be a little uncomfortable. Are you okay?â
âOkay.â
âIf you feel uncomfortable with the window open, please come to my room. Cats come here sometimes. If you like cats, go to the 4th floor. The cat goes there often.â
âThatâs it.â
âYes.â
Calian answered lightly, slightly lowering his head. Then he turned around.
âA gift. Use it well.â
A voice followed behind Calian.
This time, Calian could not respond and just walked out of the room.
Knowing that the gift would not end up in the garden until he died. It was an obvious lie. Because itâs hard to find words to answer.