The stage curtain rose as the lights of the venue went out and the gaze of the venue subsided.
For me, it's going to be the third theater.
The second time I looked at this. And the first act I saw...
I properly recognized the presence of Kent Oates when I found tickets to Grace's artifact in her living room.
The date of the ticket was the exact day Zachariah was hit by a carriage. The tickets that were left untouched moved me a little.
The title is King Oedipus.
When I was a college student, I felt like I heard about it in the elective subjects I took in my teaching program, but of course the content is refreshing. When I looked at the title, I didn't immediately realize that was it. I usually thought it was the story of an old king.
It turns out that it really was the original world after I looked into it with interest what kind of story it was. There were obviously familiar titles on Oats's list of works.
For the first time, I asked an employee of an ancient stock a few questions about Grace.
It seems that King Oedipus was an act Grace was obsessed with for some reason. According to a story I heard from Grace's maid from the Ingram family at the time, it has been going on since childhood, and she has been watching it many times since she got married.
I was honestly surprised because I only had the preconceived notion of living and dying and just letting go of Gdaghda. Because the image of Grace inside me seemed to like something more flashy and entertaining.
Nevertheless, how about a child who likes the Greek tragedy? Was that funny? I don't understand.
Grace was going to watch me run away that day.
I was worried, and I went to see it as an impulse.
And honestly, it was quite a shock.
I cooled my heart and liver, and I felt like I couldn't say anything.
Hey, God, why? I can only say that.
Fathers believe that one day their sons will kill them. Besides, I want my mother to sleep and give birth to a child.
As a result, the son is abandoned among the babies and grows up nicely under his adoptive parents in a foreign country without knowing anything.
For such a son, God is God again. Someday I'll kill my father and have a mother and child.
Fearing the success of the prophecy, the son leaves the parent of his upbringing.
And in a foreign country, the son and his biological father met their destiny without knowing each other's identity, and eventually went to the mythical street....
What an unnecessary mystery, I even felt completely malicious to God. Tomorrow is ourselves? Had it not been for such a prophecy, I would have been a happy family without any waves...
My abilities are definitely on the rise. From the rules of Zachariah's experience, there is a sense that the peak in the overall ability of the great prophets, such as power and intuition, ranges from mid to late teenagers. I think that's essentially because sensitivity is more important than experience.
So now is the time for me to be the sharpest. Perhaps when I need it most, when my abilities become strongest, I am born in this world. To be able to fight most effectively.
That's why the existence of Zachariah, who was born half a century ago, is a mystery again.
To put it further, I took in the black mood that had been blocked by the way until now, and I felt that I could reach the part that I had never seen before.
In fact, I tried several times to see if the future was invisible for the spring situation. If I continued a little longer, I felt like I would soon see it.
But I saw it, and I stopped it all. I stopped trying to force myself to look.
Because he was objectively shown the tragedy caused by the prophecy, and caught in the cold water.
The prediction for me was also a breathtaking natural instinct. I felt that I should control it more consciously in the future. I'm sure that's already one of the prophecies.
I'm sure the timing is not right now. The battle that is supposed to happen in the first place is different from the battle that comes out of this side. A battle to prevent an invasion.
After all, we'll just have to be ready to intercept, and we'll have to wait. While I was waiting for it, I was wondering if I could do anything, but I kind of relaxed my shoulders.
We'll know when we need it. That is my ability. Until then, I'd like to enjoy a short time of peace.
It's as if that Grace doesn't even know how to say self-weight. I said stop now. Then it will come eventually.
Based on Grace's last clue, I was moved like this and still had a huge impact after my death.
This fact must be emphasized. It's no coincidence that somehow he's involved in an important part of my life.
Grace feels deeply connected to me more than I thought.
I'll never see you again.
As I gazed at the stage blurry, I felt slightly depressed.
"How was it?
As the curtain went down and the unusual space ended, I asked Yuka.
"It was so interesting!
After answering with excitement, Yuka smiles somewhere complicated.
"Somehow... for me, the samples are Gladys and Troy."
Oops, that's definitely something...
I suddenly changed the subject, but I was unexpectedly troubled to respond to the contents of the profound remarks.
Samples of ex-Japanese lifestyles - honestly, neither is an extreme example at all helpful.
Forget about the Prophet, I can't help but imitate all I want to do at the Duke's birth, and if Troy is used as an indicator, I'll be doomed. I don't have a good example.
Especially unlike us, Euca, who was not born and raised here, is extremely difficult.
Yuka slowly spins her words while thinking.
"How can I live in this world... I haven't found the answer yet. I can't picture the future. Because I can't see things that were obscure but obvious here, like regular" OL "or" sports instructor. "
Yes, in the end, the biggest problem is how to shake yourself in the future. I think Euca has greatly increased its options, but it definitely won't be the same as the previous route. Wherever you go, the label for "Gentile Man" stays with you until you die. There is a high probability that the ordinary future of the store clerk will not be desired.
After all, I didn't see her, but if Ayaka, who became a pastry chef, was alive, would she be the person who reached the ground for consultation?
Euca went on waiting for me to say the next word silently.
"But I feel like I've been shown the hard work of ordinary people in this play. The average person loved it in this world, worked very hard, enjoyed it very much, spent a lifetime doing this and made it up... I was either encouraged to see such a life, or I was burning up trying to work hard... in that sense, I was very moved."
Euka's laughter, looking back at me with a straight line of sight, turned out to be real.
"I was so glad to see this play and come to this theater today. Thank you, Gladys."
Unlike Ayaka, who ended his dreams in the middle of the road, the trajectory of Oats, who dedicated everything of his life to his dreams, resonated in Yuka's heart.
As you gradually change your appearance, the expression that looks at your strong will in your words also adds unexpected emotions to my mind.
"You're welcome."
I appreciate it. Yuka.