I Was Sick of Loving You

28 – shake off

I closed the book from which the witch’s malice flowed.

Even though the book is closed, the malice does not disappear and hovers around us. The malice that remains and hovers stimulates emotions.

The fact that only one person’s play is so cruel, the fact that it has taken away my greatest happiness, makes me confused as various emotions arise and mix.

I saw them in that disturbing emotion. They, too, had a disturbed look on their faces, with nothing special to do with me.

It has to be. They are also victims of witches like me.

Iris was deprived of her emotions from generation to generation, Rachel’s god was accused of heresy because of a witch, and the apostle lived a cruel life.

We had no choice but to be silent in that emotion.

A little time passed, and Iris broke the painful silence.

“I think I need time to sort out my emotions. How about staying here for one more day?”

To her distraught expression, we silently nodded our heads in agreement. And we dispersed to organize our emotions and thoughts for a while.

Rachel was in the room decorated with the relics of the dead gods, and Iris and I were sorting out our thoughts in a library a short distance from each other.

I scatter to organize my emotions and thoughts, and I recall the contents of the book. My teeth gnashed just thinking about that terrible truth.

Reason melts into the fact that the reason why my happiness was taken away, the reason why I had to suffer so much, was just play. A mixture of dark and red emotions vomits a scream.

Those feelings could not be erased even if they wanted to. Even if they wanted to vomit these emotions, the target was already dead and not in the world. I couldn’t even curse. I want to let go of this emotion and story, but the time gap is different and I don’t even have anyone who can do that.

There was nothing I could do except complain to myself. That’s why I vomit blood in my heart alone, and I’m going to have a good time.

The resentment is too poisonous to subdue alone, and is mixed with tears.

I let it go for a while, and slowly organize my thoughts in a calm state.

The relics and corpses of the dead gods I saw in the room are not a matter for me to think about, so I pass them over.

My head hurts thinking about the fact that the Church of Armis, the great pillar of the empire as the state religion, was swallowed up by a witch. The church and I have no direct connection, but since I live in the Empire, I can’t be related, so it’s a headache.

It’s good if the remnants of the witch disappear over time, but it’s the worst if they still remain. The remnants of witches who slaughtered people and described the landscape stained with blood as a beautiful world cannot be normal. The mere fact that remnants remain is threatening.

It’s unlikely that the entire Church is engulfed in its remnants, but there’s no way to get them out. Even if I knew, I have no power to get rid of it. We just know that there is a bomb that cannot be removed, which may explode at any time.

That fact is so threatening and intrusive. Even so, there is nothing you can do, so you have no choice but to avoid them and be careful. Thinking so, I put it aside.

Kian. God probably had something to do with my return. When I first got to know him, I saw only fragmentary information and thought he was a crazy god. When I found out that I was blessed by such a god, I felt reluctant and anxious and wanted to deny the fact.

It was, but now it was just pitiful. When the world is calmed down by an apostle, what comes back is the severance with the apostle and the apostle’s miserable death. And I felt sorry for him who was driven to heresy due to the witch’s trickery. And I want to talk to him. There are too many to ask.

So, someday, I will visit the Holy Land again.

Thinking so, I put this story to one side.

Finally, only the purpose of coming here remains. No clue was found to lift the curse. He only knew the terrible truth contained in the curse. nothing worked out

If you search all over this place, you might come up with a clue, but I couldn’t help but feel a little gloomy.

Beyond that gloomy feeling, a sentence I saw in the witch’s book keeps ringing in my head.

“After the death of his beloved wife, I automatically picture him in my head when his blocked emotions are restored.”

The words suggesting that the beloved wife dies and the curse is lifted, and the contents of the book that contains the hero’s miserable life, flicker in my head.

Since the conditions were met and lifted after the witch died, the curse must have been designed that way from the beginning. I care too much what the conditions are.

Is it just a matter of being a wife? Or is it the death of a loved one?

The more I think about it, the more I think of Iris and the children from the other life. And only one thought fills my head.

Did they say I died and the curse was lifted?

The answer is unknown. I don’t know what happened after I died. There is nothing I can do other than just imagine what will happen after that.

If it were my spouse’s death, what would Iris think of me after being freed from the curse? Did you shed even a handful of tears?

It’s a meaningless grumble. Still, I keep imagining it.

If it’s the death of a loved one, will any of Iris and her children be freed from the curse?

I wish there were.

I want you to be sad for a while at my death. And I hope you shake it off and find happiness.

I do not drown in sadness like the hapless hero, but I hope that it will pass as a momentary sadness.

I just hope it was, and I think of them.

My appetite was bitter and fishy. While I was organizing my thoughts, I must have bitten my lip, and the fishy taste of blood lingers in my mouth.

Feeling the fishy taste, I was immersed in the afterglow of my thoughts for a long time.

As I was immersed in the afterglow of such complicated thoughts, I heard her voice.

“You look very sad.”

Iris’ calm face was visible. She, who seems to have shaken off her confusion, sits next to me.

“I don’t know much about you yet, so I don’t know what makes you so sad.”

She opened her mouth in a calm tone and took a moment.

“However, I can convey the thoughts I have organized.”

She puts her hand on my tear-stained cheek. warmth soaks me

“Don’t be too sad. Even if you hold on to what has already happened and grieve, it only hurts you. So why don’t you shake it off and look ahead with me?”

After saying that, she stood up and reached out to me. At her words and at her appearance, the deep emotions slowly fall away.

She’s right. You cannot continue to hold on to what has already happened.

So take her hand Her warmth spreads over my hands and fills my heart.

I look at the woman who must have come to me after organizing my complicated mind and struggling. Showing a new look every time, she smiles softly.

I liked it so much that I was laughing along with it without even realizing it.

“It’s much better than before.”

Every single word she said was good.

I liked the way she smiled.

I liked the fact that she comforted me when I lost my age.

just liked her

So, I was able to get rid of my troubled mind.

“thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to get rid of it.

“I’m glad you said that.”

She smiled and walked away while still holding my hand.

“You tell Rachel the same.”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if the princess said it?”

“If I tell you, I don’t like it because it’s obvious that they will stick around and ask if I cared about you.”

Read at NovelNext.com

Laughing at her words, he stood next to her and walked side by side.

As I walked, feeling her warmth, Rachel jumped out at a fork in the road. And the warmth escapes from your hands, and only the aftertaste lingers in your hands.

“Brothers and sisters. Have you sorted out all your emotions?”

“yes. Are you done?”

“Yes!”

“Then let’s leave without waiting any longer.”

Iris said that and moved forward. I followed him and started walking back.

The snowfield, which was harsh when it came, is relatively calm, so ten days and one more pass without anything special.

With the harvest season approaching, we arrived in Minnesota surrounded by fruitful fields. People are busy preparing for the upcoming harvest and harvest festival.

While watching such a friendly appearance, the carriage entered the castle. Shortly thereafter, the carriage stops. Get off the stopped carriage and untie the frozen body while sitting.

“I will report to my father, so I will go first. Rest in peace first.”

“yes~.”

“All right.”

She leaves first, and we walk into the guest room.

“I can finally wash properly.”

“I mean.”

I couldn’t wash in the snow. I washed at the inn in the village I stopped in between, but since they were all small villages, there were no facilities to wash my body. Having been through such a situation, I sympathized with her words.

“Then brother, see you later.”

“Okay, see you later.”

After parting with Rachel, I moved to the prepared bathroom. Enjoy the hot water and wash away the tiredness of the journey and your body.

After washing everything off, I returned to my room and found Iris sitting there waiting.

“What are you doing, Princess?”

She looked at me with a slightly stiff expression and opened her mouth.

“Your father says he wants to see you.”

The call of my old father-in-law, who was the man I admired the most as a warrior and who did not show even a handful of interest in me, stops my thinking.

“You said you wanted to see me now, so come with me.”

Saying that, I looked at her back as she walked ahead, and followed with heavy steps.