Chapter 184
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 184
Translator: Yonnee
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With a trembling heart, I shook my head as I stared at the child. In a different sense than before, I couldnât take my eyes off him.
Only then did I realize that, in my periphery, my hair had turned white.
ââ¦What?â
I glanced down at my wet hair, which was sticking to my neck and shoulders.
But unlike my original black, straight hair, it was now whiteâliterally and purely white just like Blanc.
It was confusing, but I didnât have time to dwell on it.
âEughâ¦â
The child started coughing. I cleared my voice and asked.
âHave you come to?â
Hearing my voice thatâs filled with concern, the child opened his eyes.
And his eyes were bright red, just like shining rubies. A smile found its way on my lips naturally.
How could I not recognize someone whoâd been with me in my daily life until not too long ago?
How could I not recognize the man who confessed his love to me and gave me such breathtaking kisses?
He was someone who shone just by existing, and it was impossible for a person to be so different just because they were younger.
Gulping, I cleared my voice.
ââ¦Albert Grey.â
Confirming by way of uttering his name, I met the childâs gaze as he looked at me in surprise. His red eyes were silently asking how I knew his name.
As if time had stopped, the young Albertâs eyes met with mine.
After coughing constantly, the child slowly rose to his feet. Somehow feeling a tinge of fear, I clasped his hand.
What Albert told me before came to mind.
âI mean it literally. I was rescued by someone.â
â¦Was I the one who saved you?
âSo I ran away.â
â¦Was I the one who saved you as you were trying to escape from the world?
Everything was so confusing.
However, the young Albert didnât even give me time to think.
His red eyes glared at me, and I flinched.
Perhaps because he was still young now, it was no match to the scathing glare I got from the future him. Still, I couldnât help but feel guilty when heâs looking at me with such resentment.
This was something I had to endure.
Under his silent gaze, I remained quiet as well.
ââ¦Let go of my hand,â he said bluntly.
He looked at the wrist I was holding onto tightly. His voice was still a bit high, and the lack of a baritone really matched his age right now.
Even at times like this, Iâm still thinking of you.
I didnât let go of his hand. Instead, I asked worriedly while stroking Albertâs wet hair.
âAre you feeling alright? Why did you think of jumping into a lake in the middle of winter? You must be feeling very coldâ¦â
At the sudden words of concern, Albertâs eyes widened. Inside his trembling eyes, a hint of yearning was reflected.
It was the desire for affection, which he had not been able to receive all this time.
â¦After learning from the quick-witted adult Albert, I managed to catch onto the young Albertâs inner thoughts, too. Oh, the irony of the world.
Letting out a false laugh, Albert muttered.
âWhat does my condition have to do with you? Just let go.â
I held his wrist tighter.
Albert was thin and, of course, not strong. It was clearly revealed just how much heâd been suffering at this time of his life.
He tried to yank away his hand from my grasp, but he couldnât at all. In the end, he shouted.
âLet go!â
âI canât let go.â
âI said let me go!â
I shook my head firmly.
âI know what youâre going to do if I let go of your hand now. I canât do that.â
âWhy are you sticking your nose into my business when youâre just a stranger anyway?â
Baffled, Albert said this, and his world left me speechless.
â¦To be honest, I want to tell you that I know you well.
I want to tell him how sweet and poignant his voice and way of speaking was.
I want to tell him how pretty his smile could be.
I want to tell him just how strong he would become later.
Even so, I knew that he wouldnât believe me. Hastily dumping all that information would just make me look like a crazy person in front of him.
âSo I ran away.â
While recalling his voice, I took a deep breath and slowly spoke once more.
So that my sincerity could be conveyed to Albert.
âI know you more than you think. I know you tried to run away.â
Albert widened his eyes as I said this. However, catching himself, he glared at me again. Still, I continued.
âItâs okay to run away. Thereâs no shame in running away when itâs become much too difficult to endure. Everyone goes through life at their own different paces and ways.â
ââ¦â¦â
For a moment, tears welled up in Albertâs eyes.
But he soon gritted his teeth and wiped away his tears roughly with an arm. With a trembling voice indicative of his unshed tears, he asked.
ââ¦If you know, then why are you trying to save me?â
ââ¦â¦â
âWhat am I?â
I did not dare try to estimate what kind of pain the young Albert had to go through before saying this.
âEven if Iâm alive, what can I doâ¦â
Albert raised his other hand, the one that wasnât in my grasp, and hit me on the arm. But it didnât hurt me at all.
It wasnât just because I was in this soul state. Whatever Albert did to me now, it would not hurt.
Whatever it was that heâd do to me, I would gladly accept.
I silently welcomed Albertâs beating. Then, I pulled the young Albert into my embrace.
â¦You were just this small.
You had to suffer so much.
âAlbert, still, please donât say that.â
ââ¦â¦â
âYou donât have to do anything. Just being alive is enough.â
Indeed, his existence alone was enough.
Pulling away from him just for a while, I wiped the tears trickling down his cheeks and whispered in a clear voiceâ¦
âYou deserve to live.â
â¦while hoping that my feelings would reach him.
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