~Chapter 132~
Everything around me⦠itās justā¦
The cold fingers that had been numb suddenly jolted with a sharp feeling, and the tension in my shoulders melted away as if my strength had drained in an instant.
āā¦This is a novel.ā
The voice I muttered to myself was unbelievably calm.
This wasnāt reality, it was a fictional world.
Thatās why I was suffocating.
Once the unexplained pain had a reason, the suffering disappeared.
āā¦Itās not my fault.ā
Only the manās words remained in my mind.
I clenched my hands for a moment, then quickly began to follow his trail.
I shouldāve at least asked his name.
Where should I go to meet him again?
What I knew about him⦠wasā¦
He was tall, an adult man.
āAnd he was kind.ā
ā¦How could I possibly find him with just these clues?
Even so, I had a strong feeling that I couldnāt let go of him here.
I had to follow him somehow.
***
[In Carpea, there was only one thing unaffected by the flow of time.
The World Tree.
It didnāt live forever, it just remained stagnant in time.
Neither magic nor anything else could affect it.
Idette believed that the space of Dremokan, where her magic could not reach, was the most sacred.]
***
At that moment, the words from the destiny the man had shown me overwhelmed me.
The place where the World Tree slept.
The Dremokan Forest.
A mysterious space where even magic couldnāt reach. Maybe the man was there.
Before I knew it, my body moved ahead of my thoughts.
āAh, miss!ā
The servants, who had been hiding in the room, couldnāt hide their surprise.
Some rushed off to find the old man, while others hurried to follow me.
āThe Marquis will be here soon. Or, is there something wrongā¦?ā
Strangely, their kindness didnāt feel uncomfortable, like before.
Perhaps it was because this world had transformed into a place I knew.
The foreign feeling in the back of my neck had already disappeared.
āā¦I didnāt do anything wrong.ā
This wasnāt a punishment.
Hope returned that I might someday be able to go home.
That man had told me thatā¦
As my thoughts continued, I suddenly stopped walking.
āā¦A man?ā
Come to think of it, who was I even looking for?
I blinked, dazed.
āWhy did I even leave the room?ā
I couldnāt remember anything.
At that moment, the confused old man approached me.
Biancaās grandfather.
He was holding a handful of envelopes that looked like gifts.
āMiss?ā
His eyes, watching me, began to tremble.
āDid something happen?ā
āNo, no⦠itās nothing like that.ā
⦠I had just forgotten something.
Something I shouldnāt have forgotten.
āDid our Bianca have a nightmare?ā
I had to think carefully.
Right now, I had missed something.
āI donāt know what to do about it, my dear.ā
I opened my mouth, almost as if I was about to cry.
āThis is my gift, right? I really like it.ā
What had I forgotten?
Why had I come out here?
At that moment, I saw Leon running down the hallway.
āBianca!ā
As he smiled brightly and ran toward me, I blinked, stunned.
āHow did you know Iād be here to greet you?ā
Leon, who had come to me in an instant, couldnāt hide his excitement and grabbed my hand, shaking it up and down.
āRight, I was looking for someoneā¦ā
So, was the reason I came out here because of Leon?
He had been the one to offer his hand to me when I was struggling in that isolated place?
āUhā¦?ā
Then, Leon, holding my hand, spoke in a confused voice.
āWhatās this?ā
At his words, I carefully opened my hand, and there was an unfamiliar yet familiar key.
Thump, thump.
My heart, which had been quiet, started pounding fiercely. At the same time, my mouth opened without thinking.
āT-This is something Iāve had for a long time.ā
ā¦Right. Thatās it.
It was the key that came with me when I possessed Biancaās body.
It was the thing that made me realize I wasnāt crazy.
āReallyā¦?ā
A strange feeling spread through me, but I couldnāt find a clear reason for it.
The old man, who had been watching me for a while, pulled a string out of his coat. After a brief hesitation, he extended it toward me.
It seemed like he wanted me to hang the key around my neck.
āā¦ā
I nodded slightly and took the string.
In that instant, someone inside me spoke.
āYou have to go to Dremokan.ā
The voice was weak, but firm.
āLeon, young master.ā
The servants, noticing something was off between the old man and me, guided Leon to another room.
Left alone with the old man, I barely found the words and grabbed his hand.
āWe⦠we have to go to Dremokan.ā
āā¦ā¦!ā
The old manās eyes widened slowly. I had to explain why we needed to go there.
So that he would understand.
But in this situation, all I could do was hold his hand. Still, I stammered and spoke.
āI⦠I must have forgotten something very importantā¦ā
āā¦ā¦Miss.ā
āI donāt know what it is. But I feel like Iāll know once I go thereā¦ā
I really wanted to cry.
I didnāt even know what I was saying.
āIf thereās anything you want, feel free to tell me.ā
A warm voice came.
āIf itās something I can do, Iāll gladly do it. You deserve it.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
āItās much better that you know exactly what you want.ā
He gave me a relieved smile.
āBut Dremokan is a forbidden place, so we need to go secretly. Can you promise me that youāll keep this a secret?ā
I cautiously nodded.
āDonāt tell anyone.ā
My eyes stung.
āThank you⦠Grandpa.ā
The first time I spoke that title, the old manās eyes trembled slightly.
Would I be able to repay his love before going home?
ā¦Strangely, I suddenly thought of that.
***
In the endless list of words, Ricardo wandered endlessly, searching for the womanās words.
Filling the blank pages of her life with phrases.
Sentences slowly filled the once-white pages of her book.
Her life had been full of hardship.
He had heard her desperate cry when she had fallen alone in an isolated place, and had faced the woman who had decided to take her own life in the end.
āIā¦ā
He couldnāt even bring himself to say he would stay by her side.
Because by being with her, he had only made her suffer more.
Most of the sentences slowly filling the womanās pages were tainted by his presence.
Ricardo turned the pages filled with dense writing and silently held his breath.
āā¦ā
Within them were words and actions he couldnāt even remember, all carefully recorded.
The plain sentences cut through his heart like a blade.
The time he spent with her had always been spring, but she had lived in winter.
The moments he had been by her side screamed endlessly.
Ricardo couldnāt turn the page anymore. The sentences that had seeped into his fingertips clung to his mind and wouldnāt let go.
The hand holding the page turned pale.
āā¦Iām sorry.ā
Those words should have been written in the past she needed.
Before she withered like spring.
On the page, Ricardo slowly traced the womanās name with his fingers.
In the past, he had been selfish. He hadnāt even properly known what she truly wanted, and he had been cautious in everything.
But that caution hadnāt been for her.
She had constantly tried to understand him, but he had turned his back on her.
Ricardo barely repeated the words from the past.
āā¦I know Iām late.ā
His breath grew rough. His fingers trembled, but he stood up.
āBut you need to see spring too.ā
And at that moment, Ricardo opened his eyes in a body that was both unfamiliar and familiar.






