─ ─ Thunderlight can be played.
The flash blinks and the vision is anointed. I discarded my unreliable vision and heard a blade sound tearing the air apart when I cleared my ears.
When the light subsided, a fire disc with a thin blade was imminent in front of him. Left, right. The choice to evade was interrupted by an ice-column protruding from the side immediately after.
The choice behind what was left. But there was a fire disc lurking there like a mirror without making a sound.
There were thus no other options left to avoid jumping up, but there are still lights in the sky that are likely to fall.
Magic rambling from all directions. When I climbed the ice-column into the sky on the scaffold, the lightning struck me with a single piece of paper and descended to the ground.
"Isn't that amazing, Skull? I can't believe you can use so much magic anymore."
I truthfully praised and praised my brother, who had a short cane on his back. I didn't think I was starting to do this so much. I think I'm going to have a good fight with Ghoul.
But Skull just bends his mouth in dissatisfaction.
"After all, you didn't hit your brother once?
"No, I plundered the last one into my clothes. But it would be a big deal if we could fight this much that year. Did your mother tell you that?
"Yeah......"
I was as bright as I could, praised Skull, but Skull didn't look too happy.
I wish I could be a distraction, but I tried to get the skull I was pulling out, but when I can show my dark face like this, it looks like I'm alone, and I'm lonely.
... That's hard, like this.
No matter how bright this one treats you, that won't tell them inside.
"Hey...... brother"
"Hmm? What's up?
"Is your brother... not sad? Why are you laughing so much?
Schult's eyes, including the gaze of contempt. That pokes deep into the box you hid behind your chest. Like trying to break it, but I refused with reason.
Contempt and disgust naturally. Skull's, it should be. If you look at me laughing right after my father's death, it'll even seem creepy.
But you can't be.
"... sadness. But you can't live because you're just sad. Something hard happened, so we have to look forward and walk away."
For me to look at a new path, it's something to keep in the back of my chest. If only I knew that. Someone doesn't have to understand. You don't have to know. Just keep it a secret.
Give me something new to drive inside me.
But telling my 7-year-old brother to understand my feelings like that could be a harsh story.
"Well, my brother wouldn't have done that if I were dead."
"No, that's..."
"─ Eh."
From before me, stuck in words, I blocked my ears and ran away to say I didn't want to hear it. I reached out to hold back reflexively, but I couldn't grab that hand when I wondered if it seemed that way.
I pulled my empty hand back, and there was nothing I could do, staring away at my little back.
... I don't know what to do, I...
Hey, Dad.
If you're my father, what's wrong with you at a time like this?
Asked across the sky, I looked down softly with no answers to return.
"Ah, welcome home, Ray"
"Oh, I'm home"
When I got back home, Charstena welcomed me.
Two weeks after that. She was still in my house.
There are two reasons. Her home has collapsed dramatically in the battle against the Demon King, because her mother has been debilitated.
I am helping to rebuild the King's capital now. I'd really like to see how my mother is doing, but now she wants me to be alone. My mother tells me to help rebuild, and I'm going to the Wang Capital by day.
But her mother became more and more tired every day, and now her diet doesn't go through her throat either. I should never have left my mother in that condition, and I asked Charstena to stay home for a while.
Charstena has taken it on for me in two replies and is taking care of my mother for what it's worth.
"Sukult, you came home crying, did something happen?
"No, well... a bit of a failure. Your brother said things like," You don't care if I die. "
Scratching his head, he laughed bitterly when he came in.
How does this happen? I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to take Skull outside.
"Yes...... are you okay?
"Well, I'm fine. Skull's anxious and sad that he's gone, and I don't know why."
He's only a 7-year-old.
It's too early to lose a father. I said I couldn't take it, and my mother was doing so well. I guess I threw it out because I wouldn't cry on the person who would want to be sweetest.
"Is Skull in the room?
"Yeah."
"Well... I'm gonna go for a minute"
That's what I'm gonna say, I'm gonna go in the back of the house.
I just asked my dad for help... he's gone.
It doesn't matter how long you just think about what you can do, you can't change anything.
Do it or not. Hit it and smash it.
I exhaled deeply and calmed my mind before knocking on the door of Skull's room.
"Skull... you're here, aren't you?
…………… silence.
From inside the room, no response.
Since there are signs, how much do you hate me?
"... Scult, my father was so cool. You were strong."
I spoke to the door.
"That guy, right up to the end, was amazing. I didn't forget to laugh till the end."
You don't think about it, you say what you think.
"Dad, you told me before you died. Pathetic. Don't look. So I decided to laugh because it was hard. No matter how sad, hard, or bitter I thought I'd laugh like my father"
Expose the heart you were trying to hide. Because I thought that was the best.
I didn't expect you to understand. I just wanted you to know that there's this way of thinking too.
"Don't answer the question just now, Skull. I may look fine, even if you're dead. I might be laughing. But that's not because it's not hard. It's hard, it's sad, I'm laughing."
After hearing a breathtaking voice from inside, I heard a sobbing noise.
"So I don't care if Skull dies. Repent to death, grieve to madness, be angry to forget me. It still is. At that time... I regret if I did... I want to cry and twitch. Right now, but with this hand... I want to take my vengeance."
I wonder how easy it would be if it were all, all, genuinely, done as it were.
Repent and repent, if the past can be changed.
If you can cry and cry and forget this grief.
Stay angry, hit the hatred, if it can form.
I'll throw away a smile.
"But then you can't. I can reflect even if I regret it, but I can't change the past. No matter how much I cry, my heart may be lighter, but it will never heal. Even if I want to take revenge, I'm weak right now, and it's visible to me to be killed."
In the end, there's no easy way out of everything in life.
There will always be severe ups and downs and sometimes cliffs on any road.
But once you stand on top of it, no matter how painful you feel, you have to move on. Because that's the only way to get there.
"So I laugh. Face it, spend it. Because I've already reflected. I've already sorted it out. One last thing, to bump this helpless anger, scratch it."
With just one strong thought, no matter everything, people can walk away.
In me, I want to go beyond my father.
That's all. That's probably the strongest and brightest dream I've ever had.
"How about you, Skull? Have you reflected yet? Did you cry and sort your mind out? Has anger been put away? If you haven't done it, don't be afraid to laugh. Deceive yourself. Deceive people. You're not just crying, you're just regretting it, you can't move from there forever?
I must be speechless, like my father, and I'm not sure I was told that by Skull. But I'm sure Skull will understand.
Because Skull is my father's son, and he's my brother.
I can't right now. But one day, when he saw our lives and understood them, I walked away from them without saying anything more.
A week passed after I rubbed it a little with Skull. Since then, Skull and I have not exchanged words. My mother and I were the only ones now surrounding the dining table in the busy house, not moving much from the top of the cot.
………………
Keep it up......... will my family... fall apart...
Anxiety tightens the mind glued with rose rope.
"Phew..."
I left about half my own unsavory meal and put the chopsticks down. I don't know, I didn't have an appetite.
Seeing me like that, Charstena has cut out the conversation, like a little rushed.
"Oh, you know, Ray. Yeah...... Um, yeah! The Spirit God said he would guard the area around the King's Capital for a while. So... you don't have to worry about the Demon King, do you?
Charstena told me that by losing her voice on the way.
When I said something, I looked out the window.
………………
... Haku... would I have known already?
Cecil would certainly be grasping the information about the death of the undead. I wouldn't do anything to tell Haku that even if it was half funny... but on the way here, it's bound to get into Haku's ear.
Or maybe I'm crying alone by now.
"... idiot, I am"
What if I'm sinking? My father is gone. I have to do something about everything.
"Shall we all go on a picnic, Shall we?"
"What? Everybody..."
"With Mother, Skull, Me and Shall."
Charstena, once, patted her eyes, then smiled,
"Yeah!"
And I nodded.
I remember, but it's an auspicious day.
Then I broke through Skull's room.
"Eh ⁉u, brother ⁉u"
Skull, shaking his body in dismay and dropping the spoon that was carrying the meal to his mouth, was coming and going with the wreckage of the door and my gaze, in a stunned compartment.
If you look at the scult panicking about something, next to the meal placed on the floor, a pile of difficult magic books was made. And there's a paper and pen near it that wrote something down.
I felt like a single thorn had been pulled out of my chest when I hid like that and saw Skull start doing something. Unexpectedly loose cheeks.
"Let's go for a picnic, Skull"
"Pi, picnic......?
"That's right. Sometimes it's a good idea to eat outside."
That said, I caught Scult, awkward and slow in understanding the situation, forced him out and gave him to Shall, then went to his mother's room, and now slowly opened the door.
In the unlighted room, Mother was slowly taking her meal as she lowered her hips on the cot. The face my mother immediately noticed me was neither as bright nor gentle as it had been before. He was just vain, he had a face like that that that wasn't vibrant.
"Noisy from earlier, but what's wrong, Ray?
"I thought we'd all go for a picnic. There... I built the tomb. Because it's where my dad liked to be."
"... yes... but I'm fine. Everybody go."
When her mother says that in an unchallenged voice, she returns to her meal. Really little by little, it was painful how my mother carried the meal slowly to avoid putting it back.
The thorns devour deeper. It felt like that, and I held my chest.
"... Mother, Father was laughing to the end."
"... sounds like that guy. I always have been. Don't even know how I feel, you're impotent, laughing and deluding. If you die, you won't be able to laugh anymore..."
Stop your hand, don't look at my face. Mother stares at the walls of the house. The wall was decorated with condiments that weren't around here or some kind of medal, I wonder if it was a memory of the two of them.
Do you even want to say that those things my mother got because my father kept pushing me?
But that can't be right. Mother, you really know.
"No, I'm not. My father didn't laugh and mislead. It was a good life. That's what my dad kept laughing at. He was an idiot, so I'm sure he kept laughing in the right way."
Because it was fun. If you want to see it. Because I wanted to know.
I know there are many reasons, but my dad did enjoy the world he told me about that day.
So what's left on this wall are fun memorabilia. It should never have been something you misled with a smile about the pain.
"... I think so. But I don't like that guy's smile. Don't laugh and delude me, I wanted you to say it. I wanted you to rely on me. But... in the end, that's how you died."
Mother's voice was trembling. I run right over and crawl my hands on my mother's back.
"Really stupid, that guy..."
Seeing the potatoes and Shizukuishi's mother, I had to refrain from going on a picnic.
Thin clouds flowing through the moon-night sky. The shadows are so thin that it is likely to disappear along with the thin, thin. It flows through the dark sky like a cloud.
It's so empty.
"... Redik. Ray is starting to look more and more like you. That kid, he's laughing. You look spicy all the time, but laugh."
In front of a lake reflecting the full moon light.
In front of a simple grave where the sword was only offered.
There was a figure of Mullah stirring the golden hair like the moon in a cold breeze.
Is the time around 3: 00 in the evening already?
Into the late evening, in the cold spring temperatures, Mullah stood on the spot dressed as thin and cold as a roomwear.
As Mullah slowly dropped her hips in front of Redick's grave, she touched a body that would not hold a scarlet glow 10 days after that.
"... that's strange. Not hot."
Instead of feeling the heat, Mullah softly let go of her hand, feeling the chill in tune with the temperature at night.
"Once upon a time, you said, didn't you? If you're laughing, it'll be fun even if it's hard. At that time, I thought it might be... really? Looking at Ray now, he looks extra spicy to me. I'm laughing, trying to carry you in, trying to force you to delude me. That's how it looks."
Speak across the grave. Reflecting Redik there, Mullah wipes her wet eyes with a jingle.
"... did you too? You couldn't do it the whole time? If so... how could you not tell me? When I was with you, I was always ready to be beside you... and I knew you'd go ahead without saying anything."
Did you not rely on yourself by then?
How many times have I repeated such a pointless question to myself, every time I wept, the face of a fluttering Redick.
What's there is not the usual smile, but a more serious look.
And Redick says: No, I told you.
"... I know. Why did you die first?"
Now I know. I heard it that day, too unrealistic. Leddick himself, who told only half the joke, was the truth, if you think about it now.
I also stopped the adventure I liked so much.
Married and had children.
Daily, I was also dazed at home.
"It was already... the limit, wasn't it?
I mean, I guess that's what happened.
"So I'm already here to settle my mind."
Until then, what Redick left me. In contrast, Mullah's heart comes to mind with deep gratitude and love. Nothing else, nothing needed.
"Thank you for leaving those kids with me. And live with me. I'm going to nurture what you left me with."
That's a goodbye word.
A large grain of tears fell down Mullah's cheeks mouthing a postponed goodbye.
"... the dream you were talking about will come true"
Mullah reached for the sword there.
"Please, Redick. You protect her."
And close your eyes, as you wish, and stroke the pattern,
"─ From the laws of dreams"
Scarlet flames were pulled out of the ground.