Keira's chestnut hair shakes every time she shakes her head like it's incredible.
The reddish eyes showed which flames burned brilliantly.
"How...?
"I told you earlier. You know the past you're not supposed to know, and you know the future you're not supposed to know-- that's the fortune-teller."
"... eh"
Keira bites her lips in remorse.
He pushed and killed the voiceless voice and eventually broke his knee and dropped like he'd noticed everything.
"Keira."
When I tried and called my name with a gentle voice color, Keira looked at me with a vain eye with her face raised with weakness.
"I want you to think about one thing."
"... what,?
"That's why I came here and told you this."
"The reason is that it's decided..."
The mouth that shaped the grin in a self-derisive way is slowly tied to a single letter.
"... you're not talking about blackmailing me with this story, are you?"
"Naturally. You can trust me there."
Give a hand to Keira, who's kneeling.
His hands, gripped like ice, were cold.
"Yes. If I'm going to report this matter to Muskell, I have no reason to bother to come to you and declare it. That's what I'm trying to do unless I want to intimidate you."
"Bye --"
How the hell could the word not be said because I caressed softly the wound running into her palm?
"Maybe most people should look at this wound and think: I was desperate to put that fire out."
Keira deflects her gaze perhaps unconsciously.
I guess the burning hindsight within her made it so.
"But my eyes can't be deluded. This is a defensive wound."
"... defensive wound?
"It's a wound you can do to protect yourself from the threat in front of you. For example --"
Take a spoon from the top of the table and shake it straight up towards Keira.
"Hih!"
"... that's the kind of wound you can do when you wrap your palms around your head, face, or neck trying to cover it."
Putting the spoon on the table deliberately making a noise exhales like Keira has lifted her guard. And I saw a scratchy palm.
Kneel and grip those two hands, looking at the swinging red eyes from the front.
"Keira, you were being abused by your father."
After two blinks, the look of surprise shook me all the more.
"They throw things at me, or beat me up with something like a fire stick.... poor thing. There's no escape in a closed village like this."
Roll up her sleeve as I say.
healing abrasions, brand new blue moles, marks of old cuts.
Not once or twice. Evidence of a long history of repeated violence.
"... that's really amazing, divination. I don't think there's anything you don't know."
Let him shake his head when he sifts.
"No, I'm not divinating."
Trying to get the Seiran emblem out of my pocket, I even mouthed it like Keira noticed something.
"There was a burnt emblem wreck by that body. If he was really an ol', he couldn't have an emblem. At that point, I reasoned that the body was someone else."
And then he goes on to look into her eyes.
"I happened to know about the emblem, pinned from the wound on your hand, examined the sense of life in this house, guessed what was going on from the scratches on the walls and floors, and cummed at the end"
"Eh."
"I'm sure Ol would be an accomplice too. After he killed his father by strangling him somewhere or poisoning him, Ol took him to that place and burned his face with oil so he wouldn't know who he was."
Dry laughter leaks from his stunningly distorted face.
Keira looked up at the void like she no longer had anything else to laugh at.
"--Well, it's time to make your choice when the seeding is over, too"
Pan, and when I slapped my hand, Keira's shoulder jumped.
Stick your fingertips to your eyes open like you gave me back.
"I'm going to go to the" Muskell "jar and tell you everything. Then you're done. After being inflicted with so much blame and bitterness that it is not comparable to the abuse you have suffered, you will be brutally murdered in front of the people's environment. It's a good sign of what happens when you have a stupid idea."
Her gaze concentrates on her fingertips.
You imagined the moment of execution, your breathing was getting rough.
"There's only one way to stop it. It's about engaging me with Ol."
"Become --"
"Your scenario isn't over yet, is it? If you can swallow this condition, I can help you complete it."
Keira takes her gaze off me and looks at the top left.
It means we're still lost.
"... meet me, what are you going to do?
"I'm just gonna ask you a few questions and then do a little favor."
"Oh, that's it?
"Yeah, 'cause it doesn't matter to me that you're trying to run off under the guise of your own death."
Pokan, and after opening her mouth, Keira sighed as if she was completely heartbroken.
"You said it first. If I were to report this, I wouldn't bother coming to you."
"But I --"
"Did you burn your real father to death?
He was telling me that his shiny moving cheek was a drawing star.
"" Muskell "determined that the burnt body was an ol' lot. In other words, at this point they will have one person they will never find"
"... to?
Keira, who raised her bare voice, gave her a niggling laugh.
"Yes, he asks you to play the phantom fugitive while carrying the sins of your daughter. As much as I've done terrible things to you so far, I'll ask you to do something fatherly at the end of the day."