Chapter 339
Don’t Concern Yourself With That Book
Translator: yun
After being pushed back, Castor looked down at the diary nonchalantly before wiping the blood off this cheek. The diary quickly summoned a white spherical field between us and him before quickly turning her back around.
[You cannot change the past]
âBut what I just sawâ¦â
[Theyâre lies!]
The diaryâs breath hitched.
[He fooled you by placing you in that timeline. He made you think. That you could change the past!]
âYou mean the timeline where I met the Castor from the past?â
[Correct. Let me repeat myself. You didnât change the past. If you had tried to kill that Castor, you would have been ejected from that timeline.]
âW-why?â
[Not even god can change the past. For time that has already passed, even the gods can do nothing to change it.]
Even whilst the diary spoke quickly, I could tell she was still empathetic to my feelings. Her expression twisted to one of sorrow.
[It had been very hard for me to convey this truth, especially to you.]
The girl in front of me was clearly the diary, but she was shedding tears as though she was human.
[I didnât want you to get hurt anymore.]
I had never thought myself to be fortunate for having the diary in my life. I had always considered it a lump of baggage, the symbol of my misery and despair. But the same diary was crying for me with worry.
[It felt as though that was the last thing I could do for you.]
A familiar light burst out from beneath my feet. This was the same light that would appear every time I moved through space and time.
However, unlike before, the light was now of a light purple colour.
âW-Why are you doing this? I-I hate you.â
[I know. You had no choice but to hate me. Especially since, Iâve always been telling you about your deaths, havenât I?]
She had the same face as mine but her smile looked remarkably different.
[You might not remember this. But back when you were much younger, you treated me like a real person.]n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The diary enunciated her words clearly.
[As though you were my actual owner, you never abandoned me.]
Just then, with an ear-splitting sound, the white field spouted a crack. The sword peeking out of that opening soon shattered the rest of the field. But my body had already been surrounded by light.
[Go take a break, strengthen your will before coming back.]
As though she was reading through me, the diary flashed another slight smile.
[Goodbye, my owner.]
I spotted a huge sword piercing through her stomach.
[I hope youâll get to find your happiness now. Please. Iâm sorry for everything.]
After the girlâs figure vanished, in her place, a notebook with a hole in the middle was left.
As Castor reached his hand towards me, everything soon disappeared.
***
Once I could feel the ground, tears erupted from my eyes. Even now, I was being saved once again by someoneâs sacrifice and had survived alone.
Why was I always the one being forced to live by myself? The more this happened, the more disgusted I was with myself for failing to kill Castor.
âWhatâs the point of shedding blood for me? Whatâs the point!â
My divinity responded to the intensity of my emotions as a vine wrapped around the back of my hand. Before I knew it, I slammed my hand down with the thorny vine wrapped around my hand. It didnât matter if the thorns dug into my skin even as I slammed my hand down again. I was making a mess but I didnât care. To me, it didnât hurt.
âDamn it.â
I no longer cared what space or timeline I landed in as I continued striking my hand against the ground continuously. So, when someone finally stopped me, I realised that I hadnât been here alone.
â⦠This was not the point of the power I gifted you.â
When I looked up, tears rolled down my cheeks instantly. I collapsed helplessly in the face of the figure I had longed for.
âA-Amor?â
Right in front of my eyes, he was smiling relaxedly. No, I might be too young to see apparitions but who cared? He was right in front of me now.
âAmor⦠Amorâ¦! Are you real this time?â
I couldnât breathe. I was so happy, it felt as though he was choking me. You were right in front of me. You were.
âRe-ally⦠Is it really you?â
My trembling hands slipped off his clothes because they were shaking too much.
âHave I ever been fake?â
He scoffed as though he found that thought ridiculous as he flicked my forehead before pulling me closer. It was only in his wide and comfortable embrace did I regurgitate the tears I had been suppressing this whole time.
The scent of flowers, trees and the refreshing air of forests. It was all him.
âSince when were you so spoiled? I donât think Iâve ever seen you like this.â
âAmorâ¦â
âOr, do you only cry like this when Iâm not there?â
His stern yet affectionate voice gently chipped at my ears.
âYou look so pretty when you cry. Still, it breaks my heart to see you like this. Who else have you shown yourself like this to?â
I then stopped mid-cry before looking up at him.
âP-Pretty, whatâare you!â
His lips sank into mine as though they had been waiting. But when I realised that this felt different from the other kisses I had with before, my eyes shot open.
With our lips still connected, our eyes met. Just then, as I parted my lips, his tongue slipped in.
âUmph, hm, waâ, urghâ¦â
I hadnât planned on bringing it up now but, his skill, the way he filled my lips and his talent in responding to my advances⦠were completely different now. Without realising it, I pushed him off and jumped away.
âA-A-Amor?â
It was only then did I notice.
âW-Why, is this, no, where did you learn this?â
His long hair had been combed to the other side and his arms were comfortably stretched halfway. That wasnât too different from the way he acted before but he looked more seasoned. With his crimson lips wet, the man in front of me now had a deeper gaze and a more languid disposition.
âDid I move too fast?â
If he were to grow older⦠Right, this might be what he would look like if he was 30.
âSeeing you after such a long time, I couldnât hold back anymore.â
Tilting his head, he gave a small smile.
âMy Majesty, youâre as lovely as ever.â
He glanced towards my lips before capturing them in his again.
âRosé.â
ââ¦..â
âAre you shy?â
He was as feisty as ever but I blushed unknowingly at his mature smile. That smile was too overpowered.
âHow old are you now?â
âHm?â
âI asked how old you are. Hurry and answer me.â
Amor smiled before holding the hand that was grabbing the hem of his clothes.
âHow old do you think I am?â
As emotions openly dripped from his face, he gradually stuck himself to me.
âYou look over 30.â
For a moment, I forgot how shy I was and could merely feel a sense of admiration. No, it felt more like I couldnât bring myself to believe it. I had become used to his appearance back when he was still taking those medicationsâback when I didnât think he would live for longâand now, to think I would see him in his thirties. For this to be the future, it was too good to be true, too fantastical to be real.
âIs this perhaps, a dream I conjured?â
âA dream?â
Amor glanced at me. It had been a gaze I had not expected from him. He smiled as though he knew.
âWell, what do you think?â
In the meantime, I speculated about countless possibilities.
âOr perhaps, this is a timeline that will never occur to me.â
Like that timeline where Dane, Fleon and Lord Ray could be seen laughing without me. And that timeline where Hernan could smile happily.
â⦠Why do you think so?â
âBecause I donât have any confidence that I can win?â
âWhat kind of confidence?â
âThe confidence to obtain this happiness.â
The diary had told me to come back once I was happy. For me, happiness would only come after I end this ill-fated relationship with Castor.
âIt is not like you, My Majesty, to not be confident no matter what hits you.â
His long gentle finger brushed against my chin. His intense gaze that fell upon me was filled to the brim with affection.
âWhat has made you bend over like so?â
As I leaned into his kindness, I threw up a sob I could no longer swallow.
âHim, I have to kill him, so that I can be happy but⦠my hand wouldnât move.â
âWhy?â
âIf I kill him, youâd be disappointed in me. No, no⦠itâs because I might not be able to see you again.â
I wanted to be happy but I couldnât bring myself to have blood stain my hands. It wasnât possible for me. No. I was just being selfish. I merely did not want to be like the man who killed me. I didnât want to do anything remotely close to taking a life.
âYouâd hate to be with a murdererâ¦â
I murmured as I covered my face with my palm but before I could finish, a determined voice fell upon me.
âThatâs a silly concern for you to have.â
â⦠What?â
âRosé, how many people do you think Iâve killed?â
He gently unclenched my fist. Puzzled, I stared until I realised that it had been a surprise gift.
âThose who had eaten the poison I made would still be crying from the pain in the underworld.â
He slowly continued, as he admitted to the sins he committed while he was trapped in his palace, acting as the emperorâs hands and feet.
âAndâ¦â
His gaze looked cold and determined.
âA man like brother deserves to die. Wouldnât you just be acting as a human butcher?â
He smiled as feistily and cynically as he did when I first met him.
âYou canât call someone, whoâs lower than trash, human and you have no need to feel guilty for killing such a thing.â
âWhy?â
âBecause heâs lower than trash.â
His fierce expression after his scathing comments made me burst out laughing.
âBut I havenât killed him yet.â
âWouldnât that make your concerns even sillier?â
He remarked impatiently.
âAnd also. You are an emperor who has already led a war.â
âAh.â
After a pause, I realised what he was trying to tell me.
âWhy hadnât I realised till now?â
I was the emperor. The lives that had died and passed during the war had not been my responsibility. Because it was one that had been started by two monsters.
âItâs strange.â
I didnât want to be a man like Castor. And I had always thought I didnât. Even now, my desire remained the same.
But I had been weighing lives depending on whether their deaths had been intentional or not. Even if I felt nothing from the fact, at the very least, a gravestone had been erected in my heart for those who passed in the war.
In that sense, I already had blood on my hands. Whether I killed Castor or not.
Now that I thought about it, I realised that I had been obsessing over whether or not to kill him.
âWhy have you been so fixated on this one thing?â
Suddenly, it felt like my mind had cleared up.
âThatâs exactly how brother manipulates people.â
Amor muttered with anger and a tinge of sorrow.
âDonât lose.â
He held me in his arms. And the hands that were holding onto me felt firm. This instance in his embrace felt like a dream.
âDidnât you say that you would meet me again?â
I hesitated.
âDidnât you say you could come find me along with spring?â
I forced my head up to face him.
â⦠Mhm.â
For some reason, tears were filling my eyes again for a reason different from before.
âI will still love you even if you end up destroying the world.â
Even though he was older now, Amor still loved me.
âSo, donât doubt my love for you over such a trivial thing. I wonât forgive you for that.â
Smiling slightly, Amor tilted his head. I closed my eyes as I waited for him to come closer.
âIâll be waiting.â
The lips that landed on my forehand, my eyes, my nose and lastly my lips felt like snowflakes. His lips remained on mine for the longest time. Till the point I found myself gasping for breath.
He raised his head for a bit before murmuring lowly, âThat wasnât just the wind, was it?â
He then whispered again, âIf I criticise you again in the future, you have to stop me.
âEverything else.â
He pressed his lips to mine again. And I thought back to the words he uttered that fateful day.
âWill be in the future.â
A templarâs kiss was a blessing.