A few days have passed since our confrontation with the demon in the basement. But unfortunately, there has been no significant change in the situation.
Day or night, the usual, unchanging nightmare creeps up on me as Iâm unable to sleep properly.
As for a conclusion, it seems like the only countermeasure I have for now is to not sleep. But even though I have a peculiar condition where I remember my memories of the past world, Iâm still nothing more than a mere human in the end. Thereâs no way I could stay awake all the time.
I have nothing to do but spend my days aimlessly, not finding a significant counter-measure either. In contrast to me, that man turns over every book he can, quite literally running here and there constantly.
Until now, heâd take on all the work he received just like that. But now, heâs started decreasing his work to the bare minimum, pushing on the work heâs entrusted to Widnichol. His free time, he spends on investigating about the curse on me. That literal workaholic man.
He brings all his documents home, decreasing his sleeping hours to the utmost, even unwilling to spare the time to have dinner. It seems like itâd be him, not me, who destroys his physical condition first.
To be honest, I feel uneasy because of it. But I know that he isnât the kind of person who would listen to me even if I told him that, so this too greatly irritates me.
Apparently, common opinion is that curses will be broken if you destroy the demon whose power has been borrowed to get that result. But the curse placed on me isnât that simple.
The princess calls this curse ãthe seed of the flowerã but after coming so far, I once again understand how precise that description is. This ãseedã created with the power of a demon has been planted in the seedbed that is my soul.
And now, itâs been completely separated from the demon. The curse wonât break even if the demonâs killed. The only way to do that is to directly have it broken by the person that has created this fundamental ãseed of the flowerã.
How to put itâ¦â¦ It feels like a very persistent curse. There arenât many curses you can make that would torment even this man. As for contracts with demons, despite how much this man calls them âlow-ranking demonsâ, it seems itâs not at all ordinary to make sure that oneâs name canât be given in the terms of a contract.
Am I really hated that much? Or, is this man really hated that much? Either way, itâs no exaggeration to say my real intention is that Iâd like to quickly have this curse broken by the whoever the offender is.
Ever since he found out that Iâd been cursed, heâs started keeping a close eye on everything I do. For now, I wonât say whether I find that gaze awkward or annoying. Anyway, itâs a certain truth that Iâve caused great worry to that man. Well, no doubt even Iâd be the same if our positions were reversed.
If I close my eyes, sleepiness immediately turns up to me even if itâs not night. A sluggish darkness steals all my vision, darker and deeper than the black under my eyes. My feet slacken, and just like that, I feel like Iâll sink.
Yes, certainly, just like this.
ãâ¦â¦â¦â¦ã
âAh, just as I thought.â My voice is supposed to murmur that, but it wonât come out. Darkness spreads out in all directions, thick like dirty mud, and I canât move freely. I canât even understand which way is up or down, let alone front and back or left and right. I barely manage to take a step forward, that sinks down.
By the time I think, âAh,â itâs too late. My whole body collapses forward, sinking into the darkness. As I sink further and further in, I can strangely see with perfect clarity, the sight of people beloved to me as they cast me aside.
And then, even in the midst of that, what catches my eye the most is still that beautiful man. I know I canât reach him, but I still canât help reaching my hand out to him.
Then thereâs the sight of that young girl leaving me aside, lightly running past me. The afterimage of her long, beautiful strawberry blonde hair is burnt into my memory. Without a momentâs hesitation, she jumps into his arms. The sight of it is so perfectly suited to that man, itâs as if theyâve been especially placed there. I stiffen, closing my eyes.
I know itâs not like that. Thatâs an illusion. Itâs an illusion the curse is showing me. I know that very well. He told me that his wife is me and me alone. Itâs not like I doubt his words. I myself have the pride that my heartfelt feelings for this man wonât lose to anyone else. But, even so. Why am Iâ¦
âââ¦â¦i. â¦â¦ieâ¦â¦!
I can hear the crying voice.
That slow yet certainly steady feeling of floating down disappears by the time I realize it. I stand there in the bottom of the darkness, petrified and dumbfounded. ãSheã sits in front of me. ãSheã sobs without noticing me; I almost unconsciously take a step towards ãherã. The darkness trembles. Suddenly ãsheã looks up, seeing me.
ââGet out!
A voice of rejection is thrown at me like a scream. At the same time, the crying voice suddenly gets distant. Iâm forcibly brought back to consciousness. The crying voice echoes within me, in my ears.
My vision shakes, round and round. Even though thereâs nothing but darkness, I can strangely feel the world rotating. Rolling round and round and round and round. I canât even close my eyes. And then, the last thing I can see is.
ãFilmina!ã
ãâ¦â¦Edi?ã
It takes a little time for me to respond after my name is called. Filmina. Thatâs my name. I blink over and over again at the man looking closely at my face. Yes, as usual his face is beautiful enough to make me angry.
It seems like I ended up falling asleep somehow. These days, I end up dozing if I relax at all every day. Even todayâs the same. I have no memories of what actually happened after I had dinner, and finished drinking some medicinal plants tea in the sofa of the living room.
At my clearly half-asleep response, the man makes a face thatâs very difficult to describe, relieved or irritated. Then, he lets out a deep sigh.
ãYou were having a nightmare, are you alright?ã
ãMe?ã
ãWho else is here?ã
ãAh, rightâ¦â¦. Thatâs right.ã
Whether Iâm alright or not, the answer is no. But I donât feel like being naively honest and saying that outright. I vaguely smile, and he furrows his brows. No matter how much Iâm exposed to that sharp gaze from his sunrise-colored eyes, it doesnât bother me after so long. But since I know just what he wants to say, I can do nothing but curl my body up.
ãâ¦â¦Was I really crying out in my sleep that much?ã
When I ask him a question back, he puts on a serious look on his beautiful face, nodding. Then, he puts his white hand on my cheek. I canât help but tremble in surprise, but he ignores that response, putting the hair on my cheeks back behind my ears. Itâs a surprisingly careful gesture, and I unintentionally stiffen. Ignoring that, he takes the bulky magical book placed on the low table in front of the sofa, and sits down beside me.
ãI told you not to overwork yourself. And I also told you to sleep near me when you have to sleep.ã
ãThatâs⦠right. Iâm very sorry. I just thought I shouldnât bother you.ã
ãâ¦â¦.I told you before too, that I donât want you to apologize to me.ã
ãIâm sorââ¦â¦ã
The second apology is reflexively about to leap from my mouth; I suddenly realize and cover my mouth. Those sunrise-colored eyes stare fixedly at me, before he finally looks away and lets out a smalls igh.
ãYour curse is using your dreams to capture and imprison you in your sleep just like that. If you sleep carelessly, you might just be unable to wake up, andâã
ãDie of weakness?ã
ãâ¦â¦Thatâs right.ã
His way of speaking is matter-of-factly, but in fact, itâs surprisingly serious for this man. It reminds me once again the gravity of the situation here.
At my words ãdie of weakness,ã he had twisted his beautiful face as if to click his tongue. His white hand touches my cheek, tracing a line from my cheek to my chin.
ãIâm not telling you not to sleep. But, as much as you can. Donât sleep anywhere Iâm not there.ã
I feel like I heard the word âpleaseâ implied there. That attitude is rather admirable for this manââwould it be a bit harsh for me, his wife, to say that?
With the present situation at hand, it seems the damage heâs received is really enormous. The last time I saw him being so tormented by remorse and regret was perhaps the time where I received these wounds on my back, was it? This man always has the wrong impression that itâs his fault, held prisoner by his guilty conscience, neglecting himself.
I put my hand on his as he touches my cheek, looking back at his face. Even with a shadow on his face, heâs still beautiful. But comparing it to his original beauty, I canât honestly praise it.
ãYouâre the one whoâs barely sleeping, arenât you? Even if I make dinner for you, you barely eat at all, donât you?ã
Once I look closely, I can see there are faint bags under his eyes. Itâs only been some days since he found out about the curse, and yet it canât be my imagination that his cheeks look thinner. Well, itâs like the pot calling the kettle black, but even so, it still makes me want to object.
ãQuite frankly, I would be lying if I said it didnât make me happy to see you putting so much effort in on me. But itâs much, much worse for me to see you damage your health over it.ã
He finishes dinner in his spare time as he reads books; he goes to sleep later than me and wakes up earlier than me. Then when itâs morning and he wakes me up, he lets out a sigh full of deep relief, and smiles.
His smiles like that are incredibly important to me. If we werenât in this situation, I myself might smile back at him, but unfortunately itâs not the time for that. I can only be relieved, âI managed to wake up safely today.â
Well anyway, itâs obvious that if he keeps going on neglecting his sleep and eating, heâs the one whose health will be destroyed earlier than mine.
ãBut I canât just say Iâll do things at my own leisure like that. You yourself know that.ã
ãYes, I know. But thatâs just why I think that you should properly have food and sleep, for when itâs the critical moment. If you can do that for me, Iâll put in as much effort as I can too.ã
ãâ¦â¦Got it.ã
ãThank you.ã