"Chiaran?"
I don't know why I'm here, but soon I saw Chiaran's outgoing behavior.
"Gladys!"
In such a hurry that I had never seen before, I started screaming my name and stepped into the spring with my shoes on.
He stopped me suddenly, holding me from behind with a violent momentum.
I'm glad you're okay.
Murmuring as if relieved.
While being hugged so tightly that you can't even get around, you think for a few seconds while being dazed about sudden events.
The moment I thought of the reason, it was unexpectedly erupting.
"Fu, fufufu, Ahahaha, Ki, Chiaran, did you think I was imitating you earlier?
He remembers the rare face of Chiaran and asks his breath out.
I might have looked like a sight I couldn't have overlooked as I walked straight behind the lake in my clothes.
My reaction made Chiaran's arm loosen. Looking up, there was a bitter smile that seemed bad.
"My quick..."
Looks like it.
When I showed the handkerchief I picked up, I relaxed my cheeks as if relieved.
"Let's go up anyway."
Chiaran picks me up and flips towards the shore.
The loneliness just now blew to the bottom, feeling the warmth, and I turned my hand around my neck.
"Even a Chiaran makes no mistake."
"- What do you think of me? I'm sick and tired of being immature. It's just empty. --Especially about you....."
I asked from Chiaran unintentionally and blurrily, looking away.
"--Did I look so depressed that I didn't seem so dead?
The question stopped Chiaran's foot. I can see that the eyes that were facing forward turned towards me.
"Troy Randall was an old teacher, right?
"That was supposed to happen. If Cornelius hadn't died suddenly."
Again, self-aversion comes back.
"I can't believe I'm laughing at these times."
Chiaran denies my miserable and disgraceful words.
"I can't moan all the time, and I can't laugh all the time. --If you weren't a teacher or a friend, that would be it. Don't carry it too much. You're just a 16-year-old student now. The roles and duties of the previous life are over when he dies."
I promised to tell him, and walked forward again.
I will not ask you in detail what happened. I'm sure you've got a lot of expectations.
As soon as I get out of the water, it will dry the wet parts with magic. I wonder if you practiced drying after reflecting on what you couldn't do last year. Sounds kind of chiaran.
"But because of me, Troy... if he hadn't met me, it would have been different."
I can't get rid of this idea. Rationale for legal liability is something else.
"That's an arrogant idea, like God."
Chiaran returned a spicy point, holding me in a mood of nowhere to go. But the voice is more calm than usual.
Unexpectedly raised his face.
"Even a great prophet doesn't control until he meets someone. Anyone alive has a good encounter and a bad one. And it's all up to you how you deal with it. It's the remembrance of a mistake to take responsibility there."
"That might be the case for ordinary people. But I have the means to avoid the worst. Even so, I deliberately avoided it. Only ordinary people could act. - Still?"
Isn't it my fault you didn't do what you were supposed to do?
Chiaran accurately received the nonverbal moya in my chest.
"Do you think it's your fault because you regret not moving in anticipation of the outcome? The prophecy would not have caused Troy's death."
Ask me clearly what I regret.
Yes, and I want the answer. Even if it hurts my ears, Chiaran will show me something. I have such an absolute sense of trust.
I want the truth more than kindness and comfort. Waiting for the continuation with confidence.
Chiaran slowly spinned his words while thinking.
"I don't want to be manipulated without knowing by someone with special power over my future choices. I don't want to leave it to others, even if it leads to the best results. I want to choose myself."
Yes, I thought so, too. - But the results are different.
"You wanted Troy to think about it and make a decision? There is no sincerity or heartfelt inducement to calculate from the results of the future that I have read. Sometimes the process is more important than the outcome."
As you listen, you're really wondering.
You don't know anything about us or the truth about Troy's death... how could Chiaran know so much about me?
Chiaran looked straight back at me as I looked up at my earliest heartbeat.
"Everyone wants to know the future. However, I could do it if I wanted to, but I didn't choose to make it look easy. There's a good chance Troy and you could have done the opposite. I respect you for being in danger of your life, but seriously confronted from the front with the person you want to convey your heart to."
The back of my throat became hot and I couldn't say anything.
I don't know how Troy feels anymore.
Hatred, contempt, farewell, or something else - the meaning of a kiss that was dropped when you left.
But, in a word from Chiaran, there is still myself being saved.
Oh, this is going to happen again.
I've reopened it and cling to it, burying my face on Chiaran's shoulder. I grip the handkerchief, but I don't feel like using it.
"Well, it will take time to be accepted. There is no need to forcibly split it. For now, just don't forget."
"--ahh...."
That's what I finally remembered. The words I heard from my back just before I broke up with Troy.
"... yes... Troy told me, too." Don't forget me. "
"Well, first of all, we have to protect the will."
"--Will....."
That's right. That's a will. There's no way you can forget.
Now that I have settled down a little, I remember the last sight.
I didn't see Troy because I was in a situation I couldn't see with the power of a monster. However, I saw a small white light at that moment, misted by the fog of my black mental body pulling up to the Summon Monster.
I quickly understood that it was Troy's soul. Because I saw it and I was convinced of death.
"Troy's soul... disappeared beyond the Summon Monster Squad."
"He was a reincarnated man. You mean you're back in your country of origin?
"--I don't know."
All I know is that I've never forgotten a man named Troy Randall my whole life.
Eternal farewell is painful and painful after all. My regrets will not go away. What Troy has done is absolutely unforgivable.
But for now, let's just pray heartily.
Troy... let a boy named Lotus go back to such a burning place.
--Hopefully, your memories and hearts will remain quiet.