The January sleep was definitely shredding Eliza's muscle strength and strength. Do not move as you wish, open to heavy bodies.
Only at a time like this, there's nowhere else in the world that I'd like you to lend me a hand.
Support Raswiwok's flank and move on to crawl as it drifts.
That's how she came by the side of a small pond at the end of the courtyard.
By the water, the green of the poisonous celery that killed my family was in the sun, claiming to exist in Eliza's sight. Brightly colored flowers surrounded the pond in the summer, but now only plain tea and greenery are pictured after midfall.
The circumference of the pond is only minimally put into the hands of people. Regardless, Eliza circled the pond along the shore.
He said that this pond, which is now treated as a mere reservoir, was also initially built as a garden.
It was a long time ago when the Golden Hill Hall was built.
Around the pond, therefore, there are traces of a man's heart being soothed by the landscape. From the courtyard of the museum, on the right side of the pond, a tree grows like a shadow falling on the surface of the water, and beneath it is stone laid. The roots of the tree protruded and had already lost their flatness. There, Eliza sat down perplexed.
I can only hear the sound of the water chapping and slightly shaking and the wind shaking the grass leaves, then the sound of my heartbeat.
The air stroking her skin was becoming cold while she slept, but Russywok's body temperature, which allowed her to sleep beside her, had made her forget the chills.
Breathe softly, Eliza held her gaze in one place.
At the end of her gaze is a polished stone the size of less than half the length of her back, trying to lean against the roots of the tree.
That was a headstone.
The name is not engraved, nor is the bone buried beneath it, but the stone was indeed a tombstone.
Eliza finally stretched her fingertips to its tombstone, paying off the dirt and dust on the surface.
It will be the first time that Raswiwok has come to the hall and spent time with Kamil.
It wasn't until I forgot about the grave lord, but Eliza thought to herself that she would have to admit that her legs were far away.
"─ Long time no see. I'm sorry I didn't come all the way."
Eliza talks to the Lord of the Grave, as she whines small. No matter, there is no reply. Because the Lord of the grave is dead, there can be no answer.
"... I let my loved ones die. I was just stupid."
Still, Eliza drops her voice like a pounding, pounding, solitary.
Even if the fingertips stroking the surface of the stone were black and dirty, he continued it without even stopping.
"Kamil, that's it. He's been a dear person since you..."
Zah, and the autumn breeze blows through. The sound is all over it, but Eliza thought this was silent in a corner of her head.
"I thought if I believed in people, they would take their lives one day, but I gradually realized I couldn't live without believing in people.... At least I thought it would be better to die if I was about to taste these thoughts again"
That being said, Eliza silenced once.
Lid down to escape the glare of sunlight.
"... although I also remembered a lot of things I forgot in my dreams. I wonder what it would be like to have such a memory..."
Words leak out of my mouth without power.
The lack of discouragement remains the same, but I am aware that there is an empty voice somewhere more than usual, no matter who tells me.
Now Eliza's heart was still passionate about the dead.
I know it's very bad for that kid who literally woke Eliza up, but still some of her remains as good as she was when she was asleep.
It was like losing Kamil and emotions and wills falling out of an empty big hole.
"... for a long time, I fell asleep. The kid woke me up. Elise, I can't believe it. Camill told me to put the same name on someone they resent. Find another daughter named Elise for this... I wonder what you're doing, I am. There would have been more to do than that..."
Eliza mumbled again when her zero voice was like a groan.
What I remember was that kid's crying face that woke me up.
No matter who comforted or encouraged her, Eliza's gloomy world remained clear.
The slight sleep may have been an escape. At least when I was asleep, I felt nothing, no pain, no guilt. It is certain that it was a kind of tranquillity, whether it was a deception or not.
The fact that it was the explosion of emotions caused by that child's anger, anxiety and nasty that drew Eliza out of it was reasonable in terms of making her see reality.
Though he thought he was a smart kid for his age, his emotional side seems to be underdeveloped the other way around.
I think of it as blurry, but I can't think of a specific proposal to change the way I treat it a little bit more.
In my previous life, I lived a life far away from my children, and in this life, I have lived without children but myself. There's no way that Eliza can tell how a child's emotions can truly develop beyond the fact that the person's emotional aspects are distorted in the first place.
Eliza took her eyes off the tombstone and looked up into the sky, without anything.
The colour of the sky through the blue does not change one thing, either when Camil was alive or when the Lord of the grave was alive.
"... I was born into the world of maiden games and thought I could live a little easier. How the hell did this happen?"
Whimpering, he threw his blush and body over Russywok.
That's how the werewolf dragon, listening to the solitaire that no one in Eliza could let him hear from the beginning to the end, finally rang, wow.