Chapter 13: The farewell, of you and me. — III
The Wolf Lord's Lady
The man who had been grabbing me by the collar just a while ago was now confusedly holding me in his arms as I cried deliriously. Even as I was dragged outside the room, my screams did not stop. These werenât words. These were more primal than the cries of beasts. Just roars that projected motion onto the world.
âIt really isnât that girl!?â
âTell me! You should have the antidote!â
âLook for the perpetrator! There should be the antidote there!â
My dishevelled hair clung onto my skin, attached in a soggy state. I collapsed against the wall, crouching down as I was at my witsâ end.
âAntidoteâ¦â¦â
Amidst the thought that was flashing with red, that word resonated.
If thereâs the antidote, Kaid can live. Kaid wonât disappear. Helt wonât die. Helt wonât be dragged into the red shade.
âMoles.â
Moles. Remember. Even if I donât remember things in the past, I have to smash through my memories and dig it out.
Murmuring while I scratching at my face and hair, Iâll look like a lunatic to anyone. Iâm fine with being a madwoman. I have asserted many times that Iâm insane. Even if that its baseless madness, I donât care. If that means Kaid wonât die, anything is alright.
Father, on the right earlobe.
Helt smiles.
Mother, on the neck.
Helt smiles.
Grandfather, on the left cheek.
Helt teases me slightly.
Grandmother, by the mouth.
Helt smiles.
Every time I try to think of the past, Helt is smiling in my memories. Stop. Donât appear. Please, so that the you of now wonât die.
However, I couldnât do anything. Since, most of my world had been given to me by father, I couldnât remember much. Amidst that, my first love occupied most of those memories.
âMolesâ¦â¦ molesâ¦â¦â
I donât know Wilâs father. I donât remember much about Wil either. To begin with, I didnât meet him often.
He visited once a month, where we had tea and took a stroll in the garden.
âHis lordship is calling for you.â
Saying that, he came to fetch me as I didnât appear at the tea party.
âCome on, my princess. Please take my hand.â
I reluctantly took the hand that was stretched out.
âShirley, you should rest a bit. Okay? Itâs alright, so please, rest a bit.â
I raised my head in response to Caronâs voice which was tearing up.
When I looked to my side, the man who brought me out of the room was bending down and reaching a hand out. On his chest, I saw a strap holding a knife.
The hand he held out was bare. In his pocket, there was a glove dyed red from blood.
Glove. Moles. Glove. Moles.
I saw moles in a gap from a glove.
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On Wil, and on someone else. I saw them.
Well-mannered, has attractive smile, is loved by everyone, does not make a sour face at boring work, rather even volunteering to do them.
I saw them on the boy who was like Helt.
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ââ¦â¦Tim.â
âEh?â
âTim has it.â
I rammed into the man with all my strength, taking the knife and running out like that.
There were many voices calling me. However, my feet did not stop. Even my hearing seemed to be filled with red, as if my ears were submerged in red water. The sounds were covered and did not come into my head very well.
This isnât that day. The mansion has burned down, my family whose heads were rolling are now asleep under the graves that he made. Theyâre asleep with me.
Yet everything is red. Eyes, sounds, thoughts, everything was scorched red.
On my way, I crossed paths with the doctors who were heading to Kaid. They were shouting something, but I couldnât tell what the sounds were.
Thoughts and limits, they were all bring painted red. I had never ran this long. I had never ran this fast. At the speed that I would definitely trip over after I return to my senses, I ran.
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I ran back into the infirmary that I had just rushed out of. Maybe because they all went to Kaidâs side, there were no doctors nor assistants. The curtains closest to the front were still drawn shut.
The difference was that the curtains inside were pulled open, with Tim who looked pale was standing in front of an open window with a thin smile.
âThat was fast. Did he die?â
âGive me the antidote.â
Seeing me take a step forth with the knife grasped tightly in my hand, Tim frowned displeasedly.
âThe poison is for killing bears, so a person should die quickly.â
âGive me the antidote.â
âI would have thought it would kill wolves quickly tooâ¦â¦ I had a lot of trouble trying to dilute the smell and taste.â
âWilfred Alcott!â
âScary, donât get angry. I donât have anything like that.â
Tim, no Wilfred put on an inhumane smile. The hand that he brought to his mouth was ungloved and the sleeves were unbuttoned, maybe done so to treat him. Wilfred rubbed the moles on that, possibly subconsciously.
In that expression, there was no trace of Tim. There was not even the appearance of the Wilfred I know. However, I could tell from his speech.
How he breaths, how he takes intervals before the next words. Such small things that couldnât be faked, things so petty that itâs just habitual.
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âIf it meant killing him, I didnât care if I would die as well. So I didnât bring anything like that from the beginning.â
ââ¦â¦Youâre lying.â
âItâs true. It should have been instantaneous, but if I did have that and he lives, Iâd hate that, you know? For importantly.â
His eyes narrowed and he pointed a finger from his untanned hand at me.
âYouâre turning your blade against the wrong person. Even an ignorant princess should know who killed her.â
âI am not incorrect in discerning who tried to kill Kaid right now.â
âIâm disappointed in you. For the first, when I found someone like me for the first time, and that was you. Can you understand my joy then? My joy when I found the mole on your neck. I was delighted that you had the eyes that were similar to the past, yet different. Oh, you must have the same feeling as I. You must want to make that man suffer the same bitterness, I thought. Yet, look at you now. Are you just going to forgive him? Give him salvation? To the person who killed us? After getting robbed of everything from that minor noble? I have wonder if youâre sane.â
Thatâs what I should say to you.
That was what I thought.
I donât care, I thought.
I donât care, so tell me where the antidote is.
Seeing my obvious reaction to the two bottles that were brought out from his pocket, he snickered.
âEven if you look at me so yearningly eyes, these arenât antidotes. Itâs another kind of poison. It will be hard to make it lethal, but itâs convenient since itâs volatile. Even if itâs weak, there still are some after-effects. The other one isnât poison. Just sulphuric acid.â
ââ¦â¦So you think I would hesitate from that.â
âIt might have had some effect on you in the past, but it looks like it wonât now. However, from here you will be on my side. You will curse his wrongdoings, sneer at the owner of this estate and throw away your proof of friendship.â
With the tip of the small closed bottle, he pointed at the necklace on my chest, a scowl on his face. I wonder if he learned hypnotism in these past fifteen years. Otherwise, I cannot understand how he can say something that canât possibly happen with such a cheerful look.
As I was about to shout that to him, a soft voice came from behind me.
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦Shirley?â
Hearing the voice slightly clouded with drowsiness, I almost snapped around.
Jasmine, who had her clothes slightly unlaced, came teetering out from the curtains and opened her eyes wide.
In her eyes, there was a woman who was pointing a knife at her colleague who looked pale from poison. The woman had her hair and clothes unkempt, suspicious no matter what.
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âH-Help, Jasmine-san! Shirley-san is strange!â
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Seeing âTimâ speak in a trembling voice and stagger and lean against the window as if he were dizzy, Jasmine screamed.
âWilfredâ who collapsed against the windowsill shook the glass bottle in his hand.
Which bottle was that? No, that didnât matter. Even if weak, thereâs no telling what will happen to Jasmine who is already very pale. The acid is out of question.
On that pale face made from drinking the poison himself, the white lips curled into a smile.
âTo tell the truth, thereâs another bottle, but my partner has it. On my signal, it will be thrown into the wellâ¦â¦â¦â¦ Jasmine-san, run away, Jasmine-sanâ¦â¦â
After telling me things in a quiet voice, he told a barefaced lie in a weak voice. He was asking for help before, but now he was telling her to run away.
I wonder if he was this kind of person. I donât remember well. I never knew well.
Since he was my fiancé in that paradise which I knew was distorted and foul, he might have been this kind of person to begin with. Or maybe fifteen years turned him into this.
Either way, there was a ridiculous lack of possible actions for me.
I gripped the knife in reverse and grabbed the hair of the sickly âTimâ. While getting goosebumps from his tiny yelp, I placed the knife against his exposed neck. Then, with eyes as though they coldly staring down at subjects from the gallows, I gazed at Jasmine.
âDonât come any closer.â
My voice wasnât trembling.
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There was the noise of many footsteps.
Isador, Caron, Samua, familiar faces all gasped at seeing me. The person who screamed, âTim!â was the maid from the room next door. She is a kind girl who shares that she found a delicious confectionery shop.
âShirley, what, why,â
Seeing the aways serious Samua who firmly set his hair back having his fringe down, I felt slightly relieved seeing such a figure. So heâs been released. Then, thatâs nice.
Even though I think that from the bottom of my heart, what I am giving to all the exhausted people is not relief.
Itâs betrayal.
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âIâm just sick of it all. Jasmine, you, Tim, annoying doesnât cut it. â¦â¦Also, that man.â
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Unable to hold back, I strongly pulled the hair of Wilfred who gave a thin smile. He groaned for real this time, but I didnât feel happy at all. How nice it would have been to slash at him with this knife.
Even though it was sticky, I desperate ran my tongue in my dry mouth.
âIf heâs giving me something, jewels would have been nice, but all he gives are sweets and cookies. Iâm not the sort of person to sit smouldering here. Iâll go higher, become better, become rich and Iâll live the happy life everyone will envy.â
Iâm lying.
âI really hate that I didnât get anything out of being a servant to him. Itâs annoying.â
Iâm lying.
âIf I couldnât get that man, I was thinking of getting the heir-apparent, yet that man interfered in that. Even more than that, he was going to fire me. So I killed him. If I poison Tim, Samua would have been taken care of as well. You would have quieted down after losing two friends, yes?â
After turning pale like when she was unwell, Jasmineâs legs buckled. Reflexively supporting her, Samua still looked bewildered with disbelief even after seeing this much.
âHey, head maid. I wonder if that man died already. The poison was for killing bears. He should have died. Well, it was for killing bears. Hey, Isador-sama. The man who was in our way is no longer there. Will you look at me now?
Isador was about to say something, but he closed his mouth. Then he muttered something. I canât see from here, he must have told someone close to him what I said without any exaggerations.
I apologised in my head to Caron who looked confused. To be honest, before leaving here, I wanted to tell you at the least. I donât blame Kaid, that itâs alright now. At the least, that there was no need to defend me and condemn Kaid.
I wanted to tell her that.
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Before people could come around me, I dropped âTimâ who was weakened from poison outside the window. This is the first floor so thereâs no problem and the window is low so that patients can be carried in.
As I followed out, the voice that always greeted me cheerfully for a month, despite there being nothing fun for her, called me.
âShirley!â
I tightly bit my lips and leapt over the window, then turned around.
âShut up. Stop yelping about. Can you never talk without shouting? Thatâs what I hate about you. Youâre noisy. Just hearing you makes me feel thirsty. Wonât someone go to the well and draw some water for me. Ah, Jasmine, you can go do that. Itâd be nice if you fell in right there and became quiet.â
Even though she turned pale and her teeth were chattering, there were no tears. Yeah, you canât cry. For some reason, itâs not possible to cry if thereâs too much sadness or pain.
I slowly moved my fingers to my necklace. The chain snapped easily. The eyes that were light quickly warped.
âIâll be leaving this too. Iâll leave it hear. Right, you can leave it to Kaid. A broken necklace. The flower fits him well.â
I made the flower lying on the frame fall away with a flick from my fingers. With the sound like shells reverberating as the end, I stepped back while having my knife drawn on âTimâ.
Right as I reached the last place where the light from the window could reach, I raised the corners of my lips.
âGoodbye.â
âWait, Shirley, wait!â
âTim! Stop! Give Tim back!â
Bitter shouts struck my back.
But Wilfred and I did not look back and disappeared into the darkness.
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Anyway, the gates were shut. There were no places to run away too. I was hoping that there would be arrows if we delayed, but Wilfred shifted his expression from that which was like that of a scared dog into a smug smile.
âThis way, come on.â
ââ¦â¦Is there really, no, antidote?â
âNope. Even if he somehow manages to live, just his bowels feeling like theyâre being boiled alive wonât be all. Killing him once is not enough.â
As the knife was pressed against my back, I reluctantly ran. My sides hurt now. My throats hurt so much that I might even wonder if Iâm breathing thorns.
I wonder where weâre going. Anyhow, weâre running away together. If someone had an arrow, I could signal them so that the two of us would be pierced together.
Since weâre outside, the volatile poison will flow away with the wind, and the even if the sulphuric acid is thrown only Iâll be harmed. Just one signal will be good.
In the shadow of my body I closed and opened my fist many times. It will be decided in a moment. Ah, how about whistling? I wonât be able to do anything if my arms get restrained.
Fortunately, our height is similar, so maybe a headbutt might work. If possible, I want to slug him with my fist, but it will have no point unless it works. I donât care if my fingers break, so I wonder if it will work if I hit him with all my strength.
As I ran, my focus drifted to the shouts and lights that came from many places.
Kaid. Helt.
Ah, either is fine. Either is good. Whatever you want, please, either one, please stay alive.
No. We promised to meet in our next life, yet this is too fast. I didnât want to say goodbye like this.
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âHaha! A fitting end for a lord who came to power through revolution!â
Seeing him laugh in a manner too inhumane for a child, the image of red and the smell of rust came back. The way how he worried for the drop of blood on my cheek even as he vomited gushes of blood.
ââ¦â¦Wilfred Alcott, if, if Kaid dies I will never forgive you.â
âThatâs unfair. You forgave someone who killed you and your family. Well, letâs talk about that later. After we get out of here.â
âThereâs no way we can get out. All the gates are shut.â
Maybe itâs alright under normal circumstances, but thereâs no way the guards would let two servants past after such event happened. Even if thereâs a hostage, itâs not possible.
Even so, he smiled.
âIf we canât pass, we can just get away with someone who can get past. Ignorant princess.â
After I tried to find out the true intent of those words as I frowned, I realised.
This was the place where the carriage guests brought were. Among them, he stopped in front the carriage that was slanted and âfor some reasonâ he laid a hand on the large door. The carriage that had its horses âfor some reasonâ easily opened its mouth. Then seeing the lump of meat inside the answer was revealed.
Today was a relatively calm day.
The only trouble before dinner was that Joblin, the lord of Darich fell over and that it was hard to raise him back up.
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âNow, how did it go?â
âHe did get it, but he didnât die instantly even with poison for bears. What, is he a monster or something?â
âThe beastly noble survives by feeding on trash, so his stomach is strangely strong. Good work. I shall allow you to ride the carriage.â
âSir.â
The servant from Darich who was sitting in front of Joblin stood up and kicked the space beneath the seats. That opened up to reveal a tight space. The servant descended and took off the board inside.
âLadies first?â
It was absurd seeing Wilfred making the elegant gesture of a man escorting a noble lady.
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦Riding out after such a commotion is equal to saying that we are the culprits.â
âBut, you canât accuse the lord of another fief without clear proof. Come one, get in quickly. Or, I wonder if the princess canât get in unless I embrace her.â
I silently glared in response to his bare insult. Wilfred was laughing from something, while Joblinâs meat wobbled as he seemed to move his head. He might have tilted his head, but his neck is hidden in the meat.
âSince thou expressed that she was necessary, I wondered what kind of girl she may be, but is she not just a plain girl. Sullen face and no meat. It surely shall feel disgusting to hold her.â
ââ¦â¦Compared to you, everyone is not meaty enough.â
âHaha, what words.â
The The meat wobbled. The carriage rocked as well.
âSheâs a girl without anything, but she is the only one for me in this world. No one can replace her. Like how everyone is different from me, only she can see the world I see.â
âThou always say mysterious words. Well, âtis fine. Get on.â
âYes. Now, princess, come in.â
ââ¦â¦No.â
To me who was glancing at the shut door, Wilfred shrugged and opened the shelf inside the carriage. Immediately after seeing cloth in the tightly shut bottle, I turned around to run away. However, as the entrance was blocked, even though itâs a carriage wider than normal, it still was a carriage. I quickly bumped into the wall.
The manservant from Darich restrained me.
âLet me go!â
Like what I did to âTimâ, my hair grabbed and I was forcibly pulled up. Before I could say any more, my mouth and nose was covered with wet cloth.
âIf I knew that you were this energetic, maybe I should have invited you for some horse riding? Though, I still would have hated visiting your father.â
I also hated that, yet from the cloth that reeked of medicine I quickly lost consciousness.
The word I muttered, Kaid, was also absorbed into the cloth, blocked from getting out to the world.