"Oh, I'm done." "What do you want me to take from you?"
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"Cedric..."
I'll scream at someone.
Very hard, scared. I want to get out of here, I can't get out, but I think I have to face it.
In a dark and cold world, the golden colour illuminated by the moonlight glowed.
Oh yeah...... I'm finally this far with him......,......
... who are those people?
"If you can, do it." "You've been chosen to beat me as a predictor."
"You are no longer the chosen one." God chose Tiara, not you! Where are you? "
"Oh, shut up."
Hate words bump into each other.
Strike the sword, the guns blow the fire, flicking each other over and over again. The hegemony of killing your opponent reaches this point.
After I showed off my predictions, that guy messed up all at once and his movements slowed out. He hunts down that man, one step at a time, swallowed by agony and wolf.
Take in and bump into all that guy's movements. I can't believe it, but as I really fought, I was starting to return that guy's movements as they were.
The movement was with me, the sword moves with me, even the arms of the gun were already reciprocal except for the speed, and I definitely caught up with that guy. Stronger than that man, he transcends that man with the same movement, with the same sword moves, with the power to surpass him.
"This taboo makes me nauseous... I will always hate you and curse you Yoan! I wonder if he wants your victory."
"You don't have to be unwanted. If you and your brother are going to laugh, you don't have to be forgiven for not being recognized by anyone else. Now I have someone to trust."
He still doesn't give in to that guy who blames him with words and tries to shake him.
I was glad that he believed me now, and I stared at his back as I put my fingers together and prayed.
... Dear Yoan. His... Cedric's important other brother.
He defeated Prince Leon and the Knights captain finally listened to our words. My brother dropped us off before he stabbed himself in the sword. And Master Yoan, too,... gave in at the end.
He appealed desperately and finally paved the way for Cedric, who refuses to fight if he doesn't even want to point his sword at me. Master Yoan and Cedric at that time looked so amazing, it hurt,... my chest just got painful watching.
Besides, I saw it.
Earlier, that time when I was more caught by that guy trying to help a cornered Cedric once.
That time something flew out of nowhere hit that guy in the head and deflected his attention.
That time Cedric took me hostage for poking a gap because of you.
... rolled down under the tower with a bump. That was a cross pendant that Master Yoan had always lowered to his chest.
That guy, too, must still think of Cedric at the bottom of his mind.... Yet.
Why can't we all be happy?
"It's over."
Cedric's screams echo.
Having read that man's sword, he made it look like he was going to take it and slapped that sword off the top. Karavan and metal tap the stone folds, and the sound of rolling sounds.
The moment I thought that guy who shook his sword-held hand like he was paralyzed ate and tied all his teeth, a gunshot sounded at a speed that didn't even stop in my eyes....... but.
Cedric was even reading that.
No use. It was at the same time that he slashed and tore that guy diagonally, reading ballistics and twisting his body.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Returning blood jumped to Cedric's cheek, and he kept staring at that guy with a burning eye so he wouldn't even notice it.
That guy, get down on his knees.
With trembling feet, the bright red waters spreading across the cobblestone shook and made a noise. With a white, thin hand and a hand colored to the toe, everything was painted red if the guy held his wound to incredible.
I stare at my hands wet in bright red, and that guy looks up.
With a look stained with despair and hatred, he spit out blood to cough it out of his mouth as well. The blood also grew white, and the purple eyes glowed so badly in fear as they faded to red and white. And that sharp look.
"You did it, you gave it to me..."
... to me, can be directed.
Stand behind it, not Cedric, to me.
Every time I spoke, I could play zero copri and bright red bubbles from that guy's mouth.
To that word, it gets cold enough to think that all the blood in my body will freeze. Bite hard because your shoulders rise and your teeth make a crisp noise. I'm still so distressed and scared that I can't even breathe.
Instead of blinking, I couldn't move one. All I could do was stare back at that guy. I knew immediately that it wasn't Cedric that that guy hated.
"You, uh... if you weren't even here, I... ha... ha... ha"
A strong wind blows.
In that wind, that man's long deep red hair was stirred up and his face hidden only for a moment.
Together, that guy shakes and collapses like a puppet with a broken thread. The moment I fell into the bright red water, I could only see that guy's purple eyes from the gap in his hair for a moment. It was pointed at me to the end so that my eyes shot out, which also seemed glowing in the moonlight.
Without saying a word, I rushed out like that guy finally got his physical freedom after he let him jump on the water.
"Cedric"
I love it, I love it. I call his name.
You fought for me, so many scratches, and still you stood up again. I call the name of that man who saved this country.
Running over to him, the relief he didn't have to lose the one he loved and...... wanting to wipe the fear out of him and sticking with it as long as he could. Tiara! and called me by my name, he also let go of his sword on the spot and held me tight.
Tremors heal slightly on his powerful arms and his warmth. Relax, I'm about to collapse from my hips down with only force in my arms. Still, he wrapped me tight with both arms to keep me from falling and supporting me.
"Oh... good... safe... no injuries... I... really, really can't do anything..."
"What are you talking about... you were there, so I got this far... you had to squat in the dark to me... you gave me the light...!
That being said, there is even more strength in his arms held together by him. Return it from me with the power of my arms to him, who is still absurd with a crying voice. His voice and warmth made me cry when I found out he was really safe.
Raise your face and his burning eyes are moist. His relieved, ruggedly distorted face, as if freed from long and long suffering, seemed to tell the story of how hard he had ever felt.
Reach out and gently wipe the blood splashed on his cheeks with your fingers. Then he dropped his mouth on my palm, stretched out without saying anything.
I closed my eyes as if to pray and felt the feel and humidity of his lips clearly from my palms, embarrassed but more than happy. Loving me saved me just because I thought so.
After checking with him, the power of his hands loosens from him quietly.
If I slowly let go too, I'd already be able to stand on my own feet. After breathing and holding my chest with both hands, I turn my face courageously.
... to that man's, to the wreckage.
I knew at first sight that he was no longer alive.
The mouth remains slightly powerless and the blood overflowing with cobblestone twitches into the mouth for falling horizontally.
My eyes remained open without power, and I did not have the strength to host the light as I had just done. Long deep red hair is wet in the blood and heavily dripping. Half his face was wet in bright red for sinking into a blood pond.
Gently kneel before that man. The dress immediately sucked blood and wet red down to her knees. Still don't mind, try to knock down the fallen shoulder on the side and put him to sleep on his back. If I let the open eyelids close gently with my hands, and I fixed my hair to stroke, it was a very beautiful woman who was there.
White skin and deep red hair. The raised eye area resembled the father I saw in the figure painting. A very, very beautiful person with a face so noble that it won't fade even if his face is dirty in blood. Someone a little like me, even on my mother in a corner of my memory,......
My, just one sister.
"Sister......
For the first time in my life, that's what I called this guy.
The moment I heard a small, pompous, bubbly voice from my mouth with my own ear, my breath clogged.
My lips trembled and I couldn't even try to indulge them. Her sister's face and vision blurred as she continued to stare without strength to her fingertips. My throat and eyes are so hot, only my body cuts incredibly cold and I cover my face with both hands to hide the heat that transmits my cheeks.
Cedric gently hugs his trembling shoulder from behind. I really know I shouldn't cry like this.
He dyed his hands for me, saving my precious country with those hands. And yet it's terrible to cry like this.... it's like you're blaming him.
Yet he held me tight all the time without even getting angry.
I desperately spin a plundered voice that says I have to put my feelings into words properly from me, too, to him that wraps it all up.
"... oh, my... oh, my... oh, my. …… all the time………………"
He won't say anything.
Hold me gently, you wait.
He forgives me for crying about his country, his brothers, about those who tormented him himself.... That's him, so I can vent, too.
I suck up my breath with my trembling lips and my freely immobile tongue and cracking throat, opening the lid of my thoughts that I kept getting all the way to my chest.
"Dear sister... I wanted to be loved..."
My wish very, very, very impatient.
If you shouldn't wish, I've always hidden it from you that you shouldn't speak.
As soon as I put it into words, my sorrow beats my chest like a waterfall and my breath gets rough. Desperately killing his voice, he also holds his mouth down with his hands with his face covered. Still, I can't stop whimpering and hug him hard again so he can encourage my exudation.
"I've always... admired you... eh. Friendly as the story of a picture book, with me all the time, holding hands and talking... I wanted to laugh at a lot of each other......"
Ever since I was little, I've admired it.
When I found out I had a sister, I was so happy.
My chest rose over and over again thinking I would see my sister as sweet as a picture book I had read a lot.
But it didn't come true.
Finally, I couldn't stand the whimpering, and when I hissed, I cried with my throat ringing. My breath, my tears, my fever, it's all hard and painful. The more I want to die, the more my chest hurts like it's gonna be ripped off.
I wonder why I couldn't have stopped this guy earlier.
Someone who has always been alone among many. If I hadn't been born, maybe this guy would have been happy.
As the only father and mother daughter in the world, I could have been loved a lot more. Then this guy might not have had to be like this.
Because of me, I let you lose your place. My mother stayed with me all the time because of my weakness. Even your sister was only eight years old.
All this time, it made me feel lonely. I'm this guy's sister and I couldn't do anything.
Wishing to be loved, I couldn't even make an effort to be loved.
I wanted to call you my sister, but I couldn't be the kind of sister you could proudly call me. They said "useless" and "royal defilement," and I thought you were right. Because I really couldn't do anything.
It was a tower way off, and I couldn't do anything for my sister.
"Tiara, there's no need for one of your sisters to bear the sin of one crack.... From now on, I'm on. If you say you're to blame, I'll carry you with me.
In his ear, a gentle low voice is whispered.
To the words and voices that stain my cracked heart, I look up and look back from my covered hands. I must look terrible with my tears and my face on fire and my eyebrows dripping.
Yet my face, which became ugly, is reflected by my lovingly burning eyes. Hiccup, I still have throat, speechless.
"I love you.... I promise I'll spend the rest of my life filling the gap in your heart this time. If you make the world happiest, I swear to you in my name.
Red eyes, burn me.
I'm so glad his love makes me want to be kind.
Love me...... From now on, there's someone I love beside me and he loves me all the time.
I'm sure there's nowhere else to be happier.
Ugh... I nodded and answered him with a moist voice.
Cedric fingers my jaw, lifts it. To those burning eyes and lips that slowly approached me, I also closed my eyes and entrusted myself. Turn your arms behind his neck to attract them. As soon as that happened, his arms drew me too, so strong that my back became.
His temperature fills in the gaps in my mind where my skin, my arms, my lips, all of them were empty.
It's okay, I have him. Happy, happy...
Too happy, tears told.
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"Good morning, Dear Tiara.
I wake my eyes with the sound of Chelsea opening the curtains for me.
Dazzling and rubbing my eyes once. Good morning...... my head still flutters while I give it back. Tears seeped out of my rubbed eyes... and I think I cried again.
"Also, did you dream?
Chelsea smiling gently wiped my tears with a handkerchief.
I still fell asleep and my head didn't work well, and when I nodded and answered that, he said, "Really?" and laughed joyfully. It's been going on for four days now, so Chelsea keeps talking to me like she's used to it so my eyes can wake up as I move on with my morning schedule. And at the end of the day, he threw me the same question as yesterday.
"Was (...) degree (...) now a (...) duh (...) prince?
"... a very glittering person................... I even got a mouthful of it......
Oh, that. and chelsea and the other maids laugh funny.
I was embarrassed to say it myself, and my face got hotter and hotter because I felt it still remained until the feel of my lips. Placing your own hands on your cheeks and chilling them does not calm you down at all. I'm ashamed the samurai are going to notice me, and I'm going to dive into bed again and hide my face.
"Dear Tiara, Two days ago, you said something about a manly prince.
Pfft...... to the words of a giggling samurai, I punch my legs in the blanket wondering if I did. Even though I don't remember because I'm already dreaming! Even so, if you ask me, I also think it was such a dream.
My dream to stay.
Recently I've seen it a lot, a dream where a lovely prince gently comforts and loves me grieving.
The only thing I remember is fragments, and even though I don't remember the prince's face or his name, I only found out that he was "a different person" every time for some reason. And at the end of the day, I feel so happy that I feel sweet and wandering................... but.
When my eyes wake up, I'm a little sad.
I'm really, really happy just before I wake up, but after I wake up, I feel like I've got a hole in my chest.
My chest tightens up all the time to the feeling that I've sidelined someone's happiness, as if I've done something wrong.
Slowly took the blanket away from me diving into bed as Chelsea gently said, "It's time to get up". As the samurai urges me, I get out of bed. I looked at my face in the mirror blurry as my hair was untied on the vanity.
"... if I could at least remember one prince's face, I could fall in love like a picture book.
That's what I said and swelled my cheeks.
Then Chelsea, laughing bitterly, said if she can't sleep well, how about reducing the number of books she reads before going to bed? As I continued to shake my head sideways thoughtfully, the ladies softly laughed.
Dear Tiara, I finally stop shaking my head after being gently called. When I saw Chelsea's face standing behind me over the mirror, she stared back at me with a warm eye and opened her mouth.
"There are only (...) two months left in Tiara-sama's six (...) year old (...) raw (...) birthday (...) festival (...). You can't stay up too late.
Ha. And I returned the words to my milk (...) mother (...) 's (...) Chelsea, and I turned again to the mirror.