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“But I know that child. Probably more than anyone else.”

“……”

The girl lightly clicked her tongue and opened her mouth.

“Yoo Seo-hee. Is that correct?”

“Yes…”

It was a word that clearly drew a line when dealing with others.

“What the child wanted to say. Do you want to hear it?”

“…Please let me know.”

Seohee’s voice trembled. Although he is pretending to be an acquaintance of the child, he has a feeling that this girl is his child. Even though I was certain, I couldn’t say anything hastily.

At that moment, it seemed like she would disappear.

“I still hate my mom.”

Seohee lowered her head at the cold words. But the talking didn’t stop.

“No. I thought I hated you. But when I actually met him, I didn’t feel anything. No joy, no sadness, just a pity. degree. Maybe it’s because so many years have passed, or maybe it’s because my current family has given me so much love, but I don’t feel any sadness or regret. Still, you live your life if you think about that child. Just because he’s that kid doesn’t mean he wants you to live and die so miserably.”

“Se…Serine.”

“It’s impossible right now.”

The answer was interrupted, as if he had anticipated what Seo Hee would say.

“You don’t know if the child will like it just because you ask for forgiveness.”

“……”

The moment Seo Hee’s eyes were filled with despair. Her words continued.

“Yes. I don’t hate you.”

“…!”

Seohee lifted her head.

“But I don’t like it either.”

A firm voice. It was a look in his eyes that showed a clear will.

It was different from that child. A child who always smiled shyly when he looked into his eyes. The little child who tried to be loved was no longer there.

The woman in front of me now was an adult who could take responsibility for her actions and words.

“Still. It might get better again as time goes by. In order to do that, don’t you have to be alive to have a chance?”

“That…”

The moment Seohee was about to say something.

“Marian~”

A voice was heard. It was a beautiful voice, just like a foreign singer.

*

“My daughter was here!”

Laria came closer and smiled happily.

“…Mom? Why?”

Marian’s voice trembled slightly.

“That’s right. My daughter was late, so I came because I wanted to see her!”

“Ah. Yes…”

“Why is my daughter like that?”

Laria came close and hugged Marian. And then he comforted me as if I was comforting a baby.

“No. It’s just… I missed my mom too.”

“Hehe. Our emperor is still… hmm? if. Do you know someone?”

Laria, who saw Seohee belatedly, asked curiously.

“Ah…”

Seohee hesitated. I wanted to be happy, but when I saw it in front of my eyes, it was hard to say.

With his bright white silver hair and pink eyes, he looked like a foreigner to anyone who saw him.

He was completely different from Serin, who had black hair and black eyes.

Nevertheless, anyone who saw the two would have no doubt that they were mother and daughter.

“…that.”

Before Seohee could say anything, Marian shook her head.

“Just, there was someone sick.”

“Hehe. I heard my daughter is really nice.”

Laria lightly kissed Marian on the cheek and nodded.

“It’s not like that in particular…”

Marian smiled shyly. Yet, he did not reject Laria’s expressions of affection at all. Her gaze continued to focus on Laria.

“My daughter. Aren’t you going to give mom a kiss?”

“Hmm…”

side.

When Laria stuck out her cheek, Marian also kissed her.

Seohee realized once again.

Even though she tried to turn her eyes away from the reality that Serin was no longer her daughter, the mother and daughter in front of her were the ideal family that Seohee had hoped for, more than any other family she had ever seen.

“Ah! Mother, you found Marian.”

Cecilia raised her hand. It was as if he came slowly, knowing that Marian was here.

“Yes! Of course she’s our daughter!”

Laria smiled brightly.

“That’s right. My father is waiting over there.”

“Aden? ah! Now that I think about it, I went to a place called Luxury Hall and got Marian’s gift… Ah! This is a secret…”

Laria covered her mouth with both hands and looked at Marian’s thoughts.

“Hmm… I didn’t hear what the gift was.”

Marian smiled awkwardly.

“That’s right!? Then… Mom, I’ll go first! baby. I will take good care of my daughter!”

“Yes, mother.”

Cecilia smiled brightly as she pulled Marianne towards her.

“Laria!”

From far away, Aden, who had called for Laria, slowly walks over.

“Ah. Aden!”

Seeing her husband who couldn’t stand it any longer and came to see her, Laria walked away.

“Have fun!”

The moment when Laria’s appearance, which was waving one hand while holding Aden’s hand, completely disappeared.

Seohee opened her mouth.

“Hey… we can meet again…”

Marian turned around without hesitation. As if any further conversation was meaningless.

“What’s going on?”

Cecilia held out her hand. It was a very friendly voice.

“Nothing, just a sick person. It was just a little… treatment.”

Marian looked at the hand for a moment, then held it out. Then he surrendered himself to Cecilia, who hugged him in a familiar way.

“Shall we go see a movie?”

“Again?”

Marian tilted her head at Cecilia’s words.

“Yes. There were so many fun things.”

“Good.”

A smile appeared on Marian’s lips. It was a much kinder and softer voice, different from when he spoke with Seohee.

The two looked like lovers to anyone who saw them.

“I knew that would happen and made a reservation. It’s almost time… Should I cancel?”

Cecilia took out a movie ticket and winked. Do you have more to say? It was that kind of look.

“No. It’s okay.”

Marian shook her head.

‘What are you wasting your time doing?’

I didn’t say it out loud, but that was the nuance.

This was the distance between her and Seohee now.

*

Honestly, I was surprised.

Is this a trick of fate?

Just once. I wanted to come and see you.

Wouldn’t you be curious? Like what happened after he died.

But I never thought we would meet.

-It’s a skit.

Grimoire said.

surely.

That was my thought too.

-The inner feelings of people who are full of regret like that can be seen as clearly as if you were flipping the palm of your hand.

‘okay?’

-It looks like she mistook the owner for her dead daughter. Feeling guilty about abandoning her, she never approached her and just watched from afar.

“I see.”

‘But why can’t you read my thoughts?’

Since it wasn’t anything bad, I just nodded and didn’t correct his mistake.

The day I met the grimoire.

Is it because they have prepared a place to live even in modern times?

I had a dream.

It’s been a long time since I dreamed of modern times.

There I was a small, stupid child.

An ordinary child who tries to be loved by his mother.

The child tried. Even after being abandoned by my mother and entering the mansion.

Everyone in the mansion was cold to the child, but fortunately, school life was not difficult.

Perhaps because it was a famous girl’s school, everyone was kind to her. There was a bit of distance, but it actually put my mind at ease.

I also maintained good grades in school, but I never once heard a word of praise.

okay.

No matter how stupid a child is, his father’s bitterly cold attitude, who has never uttered a single warm word, is overwhelming.

It didn’t take long for the feeling of anticipation to turn into giving up.

Rather, I think it is good.

Rather than having hopeless expectations.

‘So me too.’

I gave it to you.

“What the child wanted to say. Do you want to hear it?”

Hopeless expectations.

Because I will never think of you as my mother.

-You seem to be in a bad mood.

is it?

Maybe so.

For a grimoire, it’s sharp.

-surely. To owe someone who is already dead to their master, the emperor of humans.

It’s not really like that, though.

no. It might not be wrong.

i love myself

My family likes me.

That’s why I realized it.

I tried to give meaning to my actions, but I couldn’t.

Just seeing her collapse in front of me, clutching her chest, helped me heal without even realizing it.

Because it’s so simple. That’s the usual appearance of Naija Marian Arjane, whom the family loves.

therefore. Let’s shake it all off here today.

What I’ve always wanted to say.

Something I never said because I didn’t want to be hated.

Even the core that remained in my heart.

“I still hate my mom.”

These words are the same as admitting that you are Serin.

Just one word. That alone filled her eyes with guilt.

It’s funny.

It’s a familiar reaction.

As the emperor of an empire, I have seen groups of humans from all over the planet.

Parents who sold their children into slavery.

In such cases, most children do not seek out the parent who sold them.

And yet, they still come.

The child who was sold into slavery became a capable official with the support of a princess. They are coming to target the Congo.

The words spoken were always similar.

It was because it was so hard.

sorry.

will regret.

Please forgive me just once.

that.

It means taking a new wave.

But is that really a regret?

Those people will act the same way even if the same situation comes up.

I closed my eyes and continued speaking.

Several things come to mind.

Serin in her past life. Young Serin.

Long, long. It was a dream, but the ending was always the same.

The image of a cold Serin and a woman crying while hugging her.

just. A fantasy created by a child who was abandoned and died miserably alone.

That’s what I thought.

But what if it was really this person?

Eat.

I laugh involuntarily.

Even if that were the case, what is it?

Nothing would change.

“I’m sorry…”

I heard repeated apologies. That kind of behavior was something Serin needed at the time, but it wasn’t something she needed now.

The relationship between Serin and the woman in front of her was broken when Serin’s life ended.

I could make a new relationship, but I don’t really want to make one. Just such a being.

That’s why I said.

“Yes. I don’t hate you.”

Although I am different from the person my family loves, I am someone who hurt Serin in the past.

Because this will be the last time you see me.

I grabbed the hair on my shoulder with my hand and looked at it without thinking.

Black color. It’s a common color in Korea, but I felt a sense of discomfort. But I didn’t hate it. With my sister. I like it because it resembles Maria. The hair I thought was similar to the woman in front of me. If you think about it that way.

okay.

I feel reluctant.

Good too. It’s not that I don’t like it.

Just an unpleasant entity.

That was it.