Desire

I never thought this would happen.

Camila grips Devello, sitting across from her, holding his hand on her knee for no reason.

Fortunately, Devello doesn't remember Camilla. Isn't that how memories work? Even if you forget, you can suddenly think. Even if Devello doesn't remember Camilla right now, if he sits face to face like this, he may remember his old life.

So, when Devello said he was going to ride in the wagon, Camilla wanted to say no, frankly. But I didn't deserve an excuse to say no.

It was Camilla who first suggested that Devello get in the wagon while walking along the mountain path. Isn't it weird to refuse to be given permission first again? What if Devello asks you why?

So I burned it. Camila sighs and leans back against the cushion.

This wagon has a variety of magical treatments. It runs on mountain roads, but it doesn't shake at all. It's not just a wobbling correction spell. Regardless of the temperature of the outside or the season, the inside of the wagon always maintains a pleasant temperature, and there is no frustration that the outside air circulates even when the windows are closed. There is also a spatial expansion spell, so the inside of the wagon is about the width of a busy room, even though it is not that big on the outside. The bathroom is equipped with no smelly concerns.

In fact, it is much faster to use a teleport gate than riding a wagon like this. But Camila insisted on using the wagon without using the Teleport Gate. I thought of going straight back without visiting other places, but I admired the journeys that made me feel relaxed in a wagon.

‘It's not relaxing, actually.

It's under an accelerating spell, so it shouldn't take long to get back from here to the Imperial Palace on the Wall. No, I'm just gonna give up the wagon and use the teleport gate... and Camilla will seriously consider it.

I saw Devello's face.

After boarding the wagon, Devello closes his eyes without saying anything. Are you sleeping? Camila tilts her head slightly and looks up at Devello's face. And then,

“Did you put something on my face? ”

Devello's lips open. Camila pulls her chin back in a daze. Ah-ha-ha. Camila wags her head to the left and to the right with an awkward laugh.

“No. It's just, it's a little, um, curious.” “... Amazing? What?”

Devello's eyes are closed. Under the long lashes, the blue eyes point towards Camilla. Her eyes were the same color as Camilla's. Looking at those eyes... Camilla feels strange again.

“We look alike. ”

Camilla said that first. Similar. It was hard for both Camilla and Devello to deny. Camilla resembles Devello. Devello resembles Camilla. Eye color, hair color, nose, eyebrows, mouth...

But the atmosphere is so different. Devello's atmosphere is desolate. A sword was placed on Devello's thigh, and his aura was sharp as a light sword.

Especially Devello's face. No laughter and little change is rare. Lips are mostly clenched, so the tail of the mouth hardly moves. That expression was Devello's true face.

How's Camilla? Camilla's cheerful. Lots of words, lots of expressions. I have a lot of thoughts.Thinking just shows up on my face. Of course, Camilla didn't do this at the orphanage. Camila was able to grow so emotionally because she met Ajin, met Persians, Black Snow, and others. Camila also met a lot of people and made a lot of friends while going to the academy in Gracia.

That opens up the gap between Devello and Camilla. It has the same face, but the atmosphere is too different.

But... you look so much alike.

“Yes.”

Devello looks at Camila's face. Devello was curious about getting on the wagon, and Camilla was the object of his curiosity. They look too much alike. If a stranger sees them, she will think they are sisters.

‘No, not sisters. What's the age difference... "

This is absurd. Camila sighs and laughs. Wall safety boots are the same age as both parties. In fact, the age difference between Camila and Ajin was not so great, but no matter how much I thought about it, the sisters were too much. Despite Devello's victories.

“Why do they look alike? ”

Devello tilts his head slightly and asks. It was a question, but Devello's expression or tone didn't seem to be particularly curious about the answer. Camila gapes blankly and looks at Devello's face, smiling nonsense.

“How would I know that?” “You look so much alike.” “The world is wide and there are many people. One or two of those people looks a lot like you, but you and I... ”

Devello interrupts Camila.

“Different.”

After a little silence, Devello adds. Different, of course. Camila grunts in a small voice.

“We're different people. Something else is natural.” “Too different.... your eyes, your nose, your mouth. That's not all. The skeleton is similar to mine. ”

Devello mutters. In response, Camila squints and raises her hand to touch her cheeks. Skeleton or muscle? Camila frowns as she senses facial muscles beyond her soft skin.

“... what are you trying to say? ”

“You have the same face, but they're so different from each other. That's what's weird and curious. ”

The expression changed. Devello used the word 'identical’ instead of the word ‘similar.’ Camilla didn't point that out.

“... Well, that's not so weird either, is it? You and I are different people. different ages, different places of birth, different birthdays. Most importantly, the environment in which they grew up is different.” You and I grew up different? ”“ Yes. Maybe I grew up just like you. ”

Camila smiles bitterly, reminiscing about her orphanage days. Even though the memories of that time were honest, Camilla didn't want to forget the memories of that time. It's because I met Ajin at the orphanage.

“Maybe he grew up like me. What's that supposed to mean?” “... I don't want to talk about it. Everyone does. They have a secret or two they don't want to share. In my case, that's the story.” “I want to hear.” I don't want to talk about it. ”

It's not that hard to say. I was just worried that if I told the story about the past, I wouldn't be able to tell both of them without knowing it.

“I want to hear. ”

Devello once again says: I felt a little tired in my voice. Devello's face is still expressionless, but her mood has changed slightly. Fierce. Camila clenches her fist as she feels her skin twitching.

“Tell me. ”

“... he said he didn't want to say.” “I want to hear.” “Oh, really! ”

Eventually, Camilla gave up. She sighs deeply and scratches her back head. Pale blonde hair tangles in her hands.

“That's not a very funny story.” “I want to hear.” "Stubbornness...! ”

Less than half an hour after I met her, Camila never wanted to get along with that woman in front of her eyes.

It's not a funny story. Camila told me that before, and she told me her own past while hiding as much as she could about Azin. Drunken father, deceased mother. My father committed a sin and was locked up in prison, and headed to an orphanage in Sodom.

“... left Gracia and moved on from family to family. And then I went to grad school because I wanted to study in Gracia, and I'm on my way back. ”

That's how Camilla's story ended. Devello has had no reaction to Camilla's conversation the whole time. Blinking was all Devello could see.

“... you met the adopted couple and it changed?” “To be precise, it's a family, not a surrogate. My mothers were very good to me. Not to mention my father.” “But there was no blood. It's not a real family.” “No, for me, it's a real family. Dead... my mother loved me. He never felt like a father. Compared to such a close father, the father now, and the family now, are real to me. ”

Camilla speaks as if shooting. After hearing that, Devello closes his eyes again. I felt like I was thinking about something, and I felt like I was suddenly asleep. Camila looks at Devello with a fat face and rises from her chair. I was lying on the bed on one side to ask her to sleep.

“I want to meet him. ”

When Camilla was lying on the bed. Devello said that. Camila, who was trying to cover herself with a duvet, looks at Devello in surprise.

“A foster son who turned you. Your family is fake and worse than real. I want to meet him too.” “... why do you want to meet?” “I wonder. ”

Devello's eyes are closed.

“You look just like me. Faces, past... pretty much. You're right. If you hadn't met your foster parents, you would have grown up the same way I did.” “... You don't know that.” “No. Absolutely, because I'm just like you. My father killed my mother. My father went to prison, and I was sent to my relatives' house. My relatives were good people, but I never considered them family. ”

They were good people. Devello briefly questioned that question, and it was hard to find the answer to him. It was because I didn't mean it. They were good people, but they weren't good enough to accept them as the family that hit Devello, not even the children they hit. That mediocre favor just let Devello into the house to live with him.

“So I miss you. You and I had a similar past, but look at it now. We're completely different from each other.” “... to admit that they look alike. But now that you've come to see my family, what does that mean..." “What did they do to you?" ”

Devello mutters.

“And why they accepted you. ”

Devello closes his eyes again.

“I just want to see it. ”

It's the worst.

Camila sighs deeply and turns the blanket to the tip of her head. Given her stubbornness, it's obvious she won't listen if she says no.

‘Since this is happening, I really need to abandon the wagon. ’

Camilla truly thought so.

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I couldn't join the group while I was away. Sorry.