Episode 84
Translator : Missme
Editor : Aru
The man was lying on the ground, spilling blood. Ash walked away without even looking at the man.
Subsequently, the manâs colleagues also sprinkled blood one by one, decorating the ground.
I sat there blankly and stared at it. I was still doing that until Ash came back to me.
I blinked my eyes.
Ashâs expression remained the same.
It was neither cold, nor chilly, nor a glow of contempt or anger, as I imagined.
On the contrary, he was calmer than before as if he had found some stability.
Soon a hand came out.
âCan you stand up?â
It was the same thing I heard earlier.
I shook my head unconsciously. Then Ash held me up.
It was unbelievable. I couldnât immediately understand what this situation was about.
Ashâs touch was softer and more careful than he usually was.
âLetâs go home.â
Home? Go home?
I raised my head while he held me up.
Home, Iâ¦â¦.
Suddenly another anxiety stained my chest. Donât tell me, he didnât believe me?
Did he think that it was a lie? No, it canât be. I wasnât confident that I could stand it any longer. There was no power left to wait for a set end, feeling miserable about something deceitful, afraid, and unable to have.
I opened my mouth urgently.
âEh, Ash, I⦠Iâm not your sister.â
âOkay.â
âIâm serious. Not a drop of blood mixed up. Not even a half-sister, completely, a complete stranger.â
âI know.â
Ash then added.
âI remembered.â
You remembered?
What, in the world, does that mean?
But I couldnât ask any more.
This was because my whole body, which had been exhausted for a while, lost its strength as I had declared a strike.
âYouâre tired, arenât you? Take a rest.â
In the midst of dizziness, a whispering warm voice sank in my ear.
I didnât know. Itâs hazy. Anyway, I didnât want to think about it anymore now.
I ended up closing my eyes in his firm arms, deciding to bring up the questions that hovered around my mouth later.
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Side Story â Ash
Ash Widgreen, surprisingly, had a memory when he was only a few years old.
It was a time when he thought of it now as if he had been submerged. His body was heavy, and his senses were faint.
When he opened his eyes, the only thing that could be discernible was the presence of light, and there was no form or colour.
So he just spent most of the day with his eyes closed.
Then it was one day. he didnât know exactly how long the time had passed. However, it was around the time when he thought it would be better to keep his eyes closed than to open.
There was a diminishing sense of carefully pressing his cheek.
Only later did he guess it was a finger. A short, chubby child about three or four years old.
The child looked slightly around the babyâs cheek, still unable to move in the cradle, and muttered.
âItâs so soft.â
The child then swallowed a sigh and complained about her hopes.
âI wish my life would be this soft.â
He didnât understand it at the time, but it was quite childish to think about it later.
Since then, the child often came to visit the newborn baby, Ash.
In general, there was nothing much a child came to do.
âDo you know how bad my fate is? You donât know. Yeah, I donât want to know either.â
âYouâll play with the rattle after you grow up a little, right?â
âOh, I shouldnât have shaken that rattle like that thenâ¦.â
Sadness, complaining, or self-talking. The child poured out a lot of words to himself beside the cradle that didnât match her age.
He could soon find out why the child came here and did it. Because even that was included in her own monologue.
âYou know, I actually died a ridiculous death in my previous life and was reincarnated in this world.â
ââ¦â¦â
âBut it turns out Iâm under adoption. I am not born in this family.â
ââ¦â¦â
âYour father and mother were not my real father and mother. What do you think, isnât it sad? I donât know how this could happen as soon as I was born again.â
ââ¦.â¦.â
âYou and I are total strangers. I mean, weâre not a family. But Youâre lucky because youâre motherâs son.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âYour features are already handsome. What happens when you grow up? Look at this anyway. The kids who have it must have more. This world is like this.â
âWell, if youâre not here, where else would I go to talk about this? Itâs lonely to look at the wall, and itâs something I canât hold anyone to say.â
ââ¦..â
âIâm a little better for you to listen. Thank you. I donât know how long Iâll be here.â
After that, the child didnât stop and kept coming steadily.
Sometimes she came and talked about bright things.
âThe cheesecake for dessert today was very delicious. I was surprised. The chef has changed. Maybe thatâs why. Where did they get such a talented man?â
Then she told some of the gossips.
âThe chef was kicked out for having an affair with a maid in charge of food supplies! As soon as he got to the mansion⦠Oh, my God⦠he made the cheesecake so wellâ¦â¦I was going to make you try it when you grow up, but Iâm sorry. Still, the guy whoâs having an affair needs to be kicked out.â
A bright voice for one day.
âThe new servant draws well. He inherited his talent because his father was an artist. But you know what, I caught him secretly drawing obscene pictures? He was so embarrassed and explained that it was a picture of a man and a woman learning horseback riding. Horseback riding⦠yeah, yeah⦠Then the man was a horseâ¦..well, I know everything, but I just pretend to understand him. In the meantime, he did a good job drawing that, too.â
One dayâ¦â¦somehow a distant, sullen voice.
âHi, I canât get in there today. Becauseâ¦â¦I caught a coldâ¦. I canât transfer it to you. I shouldnât have put ice on the orange juice I drank yesterday. Still, Bessieâs got me honey water, so Iâll get better soon!â
From one point on, baby Ash began to wait for the familiar voice.
Her voice, her breathing, her speaking, her presence.
Ash gradually grew accustomed to child formation.
Ash could tell if the person who came into the room was a child or not by listening to the footsteps.
He was a baby who couldnât keep his body steady, but suddenly he could. And at the same time, Ash had one little patience. It was his first patient.
He wanted to open his eyes and see the childâs face, but Ash held it in.
His eyesight was not perfect yet. Things began to be outlined and colour-coded, but they were not perfect.
Ash was able to see that because he recognized that his vision was changing as the day went by.
Ash wanted to keep the childâs face intact in his eyes. The colour of the pupil, the hair, the line of the face.
He didnât want to miss it, at the first moment he saw her face.
So he waited, until his vision no longer changed, until the moment when this ideal form is not apparent even over time.
âSo why are you closing your eyes every time I come? Are you sleeping?â
ââ¦â¦..â
âWell, babies sleep more than 20 hours a day, but how can you not wake up once every time I come?â
ââ¦â¦..â
âThereâs a rumour going around that golden eyes are so pretty. Show me your golden eyes, too. Are you going to be this cheap?â
How long has it been? It was around the time that grumbling was added to the childâs words.
Ash found out that yesterdayâs view and todayâs view are no longer different.
Only then did he stop patience and open his eyes.
As usual, the child came to the cradle and chatted beside him.
âSo Bessie told the Doctor not to live like that, and the Doctor was so angry that he tried to break the bread on the table, but he got caught by the butler andâ¦â¦.â
The childâs voice suddenly stopped.
And Ash saw the childâs face for the first time at that moment.
To be exact, he captured everything in the childâs appearance, including her face. Voracious red hair, a round nose, a small mouth. Dainty hands, a light green dress with a cute ribbon.
Her amber eyes staring at him with surprise.
âYour eyesâ¦â¦are open.â
The child recited wonderfully.
Then she soon met his eyes and smiled brightly. As if âit was nice to meet youâ greetings.
âHi, Ash.â
Ash remembered everything he saw that day. The childâs face, dress, and expression. The scenery and brightness of the room where the child was turning his back on.
The results of his first patience were sweet, dazzling and intense. Thatâs how the child entered Ashâs world.
Ash, who was a baby who had to lie in the cradle all day, soon grew up.
In the eyes of others, he looked as if he were standing up, walking, talking and running.
And in the process, Ash learned that it was his sister who invaded his world at a time when he couldnât even move properly.
In fact, by that time Ashâs memory was naturally blurred, as itâs the usual case.
Although Ash was the child at the time who was more out of character than anyone else, he could still not have the memory when he was just born.
But that doesnât mean the memory has disappeared. Itâs just temporarily covered like a mirror that turned grey because it didnât wipe off.
âOh, my dear young duke. Are you looking for the lady?â
âYou must really like the princess.â
âMy lady stays in the courtyard. Iâll guide you.â
Ash followed her sister for granted before anyone could.
It was an act of instinct, as does a baby bird imprinted on his mother bird.
He liked his sister. It was just so. Young Ash was too old-fashioned at the time and didnât find a reason.
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