258 A summer's day in full bloom (5)

Mrs. Canton took care of Clayo's luggage leaving for Colpos and reminisced about the past.

Mrs. Canton told me this and that she was sorry that she didn't have any memories of the past.

Telma's favorite place in the mansion was the library, and her hobby was to take the time to look out the window and write down something despite her busy schedule.

'It was like she had something hidden in here.’

In Mrs. Canton's fond tone, it seemed that not all Telma's letters were for social use.

Between Telma, Gideon, and Clayo, it was clear that there were more unknown elements. Now that I've come to Colford's mansion, I've been trying to dig it up....

"Are you just picking on me?’

Clayo, who was shaking his leg, stared at the decorative chart on the wall without meaning.

The bayonet, which carried the world's oceans on one side, was a wonderful work with the signature of a mapmaker.

As I looked at the map, the scroll of "Memories" wound itself, and I remembered what I had learned half asleep in geography.

Strangely, the western shoreline of Albion and the eastern shoreline of the Continent of Centrum matched as if drawn.

Therefore, it was also said that the Continent of Sentroom, which was a land before prehistoric times, was far away due to curses.

The victory was only a victory, but the sea between the Continent of the Centrum and the Continent of the Dernier became so distant that it was called the 'end of the world'.

Then, after passing the "End of the World" and reaching the Continent of the Centrum, the Dark Sea, a distant ocean, unfolded beyond that.

In the early 19th century, adventurers across the sea westward using ether to the extreme reached land after a long and dangerous voyage.

The land was not a new continent. It was just the eastern end of the great Dernier continent.

"I've crossed the sea to the end of the continent. It was such a despondent ending, I woke up because I couldn't believe it even though I was dozing off in class.’

The only land inhabited was Dernier and Merridis.

When the exploration of crossing the dark sea ended, the incentive to move beyond the coast of the continent was reduced.

None of the expeditions left for the North and South Poles returned... At this point, should the earth be admired for its roundness?’

Thinking about one thing or another changed the altitude of the sun and the sun hit the sofa.

Clayo took a aesthetic step toward the wall where the sea resolution was hung, avoiding the adrenal light.

'Centroom.'

When I looked closely, I saw that the sea map was a three-dimensional structure with a thin sheet of plaster that expressed the height.

Scrubbing the ornamental algal blooms on the sea called the End of the World, Clayo sensed a small sense of incompatibility.

'Is it here?'

As "Tardiness" led, as I followed the deep, pale blue-colored waterway with my fingertips, there was a very slight vibration and the sound of the teeth of the mechanism turning behind the wall.

instrumental music

Click.

Shortly after the sound from behind the map stopped, the drawers of the antique desk, which had been placed like ornaments inside the wall, opened smoothly.

I can't believe it was hidden in a place like this.’

Clay checked the drawer with all his excitement.

One of the empty drawers was a copy of sheep's clothing, which had no title on its cover and was written or written in blank paper.

As I turned the blank paper over to Parak, a book opened on a page with a light purple silk string. I opened it again and again and there seemed to be a way.

There was a letter pressed down like a flash of lightning. It seems to hold on to the beautiful moment of the past.

The light pink envelope was so old that it seemed to crumble with just the touch of the hand.

The sender of the letter was 'Your love Tellma' and the recipient was 'My only love.'

It was clear that if the writer of the letter was Telma, the receiver was Gideon. A man who couldn't imagine being referred to that way, but perhaps only to Telma was her "only love."

I felt some remorse in looking into other people's internal records, but Clay didn't hesitate to open the envelope.

The contents were a few pages of letter paper that burned down half of the lower part. He seemed to have changed his mind in the middle of trying to burn them all and rescued them.

The half-page writing was still fine and neat even though the ink had faded, so there was no difficulty in reading it.

Phallacs.

....Honey, general theory is meaningless here. Some people don't even know what it means to live in this world.

So did my mother. He thought death was the only rest he could hope for in his life.

It's not that you didn't love me, nor that you didn't believe in the mercy of Goddess.

Like that, how can life be the same for everyone?

Every day is as fresh and precious to me as the flowers bloomed at dawn. But for some, it's a ordeal that life has to endure.

If they're tired of the struggle of life, or if they're defeated and want to finally lie in the dark, our reach will only grab a miserable void and our worries will be futile.

Essentially, we have to accept that we can't do anything for them.

Underneath that deep heart, there is a territory that cannot even reach an earnest prayer, and there is a side that cannot even carry the scent of cedar trees.

Oh, but how can we not stick the fragrant branches in their bedrooms and hold the crumbling cold hands?

Here's the end of a chapter. Below it is a blackened cut line. The next passage was shaped like a piece of paper on the torn side.

Clayo read the next chapter of the letter with only the top half left, regardless of the breaking flow.

It's…. She may not want to live. I know that. It's a goddess's event because it's impossible to explain how.

But I want to make this child born.

This work is never in vain. Even if you are soaked in grief, you are born to be.

Please send her to a place of learning by the River Tempus someday. To the tower where all the time in the world begins. The river of Goddess, the source of our world.

You know, if you really don't have any joy in your life, please let us know that rest will come from the river of our memories.

If he finds even one reason for existence before the last moment arrives, he will live.

Isn't that God's will?

If she survives, she will grow up to be a necessary person. I will be a very precious person to have what keeps the world alive as a reason for my life.

I've seen him. He will be the cornerstone of the world.

I feel like I've known this since I was a girl.

Just like I'm sure I'd be married to you no matter how many times I was born, my love.

a rustic rock

"This kid, you know, will grow up to have brown hair and bright hazel eyes just like you.

Now I must confess that there are no moments from when I first met you until now that I have not admired your beauty. I'm glad this kid will inherit your image.

Her name is 'Cleio.'

Clayo sighed.

A newborn baby is red and wrinkled and has no recognition of his features.

It wasn't surprising at this point that Telma, who had a child and soon died, knew exactly the appearance and character of "Clayo."

"Tellma saw the past and the future in a similar way to Arthur.’

That was the end of the remaining letter.

I could feel the agony of the receiver vividly, as the edges of the letter paper were worn out so many times.

Telma's prediction was correct.

This is the world that is in a loop to start the next millennium.

Time in this age is not linear, but circular repetition.

I don't know whether it was an error or a goddess's arrangement, but Telma was able to remember the future.

As a result, Gideon's face deserved to turn blue when he was told in front of his face, saying, "Being Arthur's helper is the reason why I exist in this world."

"How can you be so cleverly right?"

Gideon's reaction when he was released from being trapped under the north gate was roughly explained.

Clay was written in his mouth.

The prophecy that I heard when I came to this world was more like a double track arranged to create my own "place" in the world.

'That's how it works. It's new, but… That's true.'

The God of this world can materialize an individual to achieve his will.

The conversion of the narrative has an unexpected effect on closely intertwined characters. No matter how well-intentioned interventions are, they end up sacrificing someone.

Who will pay for the sacrifice and injustice?

"Clayo" was a creature that was supposed to be extinguished. That's the end of her life. Whether it's due to natural temperament, the environment that grew up, or God's cruel arrangement, the result is the same.

"Tellma gave birth to a child who might die and would not want to live."

A woman named Telma Lasca.

A person who expects failure but has the courage and strength to push his or her way to the end.

I also felt as if I knew why Gideon loved her so much.

And why he could not give pure and complete love to his children, who he had paid for the life of the woman he loved so much.

'Now, it's hard to know what Cleio thinks of all this.'

"Clayo" was a child who had not left a single diary. There was no note or book in the room where he lived his entire life until he left for the Capital Defense Corps school.

He was freed from the table after incinerating every element that could reveal who he was.

"Melkior is the kind of person to recall with envy."

its permanent extinction

Telma knew in advance the face of the child she was going to have, and saw in advance the life that a child who did not resemble her would get by the end of his boyhood.

Nevertheless, Gideon hated "Clayo."

When he faced himself in the reception room of the Capital Defense University, the burning principle in his eyes was true.

He could not tolerate himself having a circle against his child, and loved him so much that he could not escape the extreme emotions and become detached.

In the last chapter of the blank memorandum where the letter was stuck, there was a small watercolor portrait of "Clayo," which looked about two years old.

The child's expression in the watercolor painting was a sour and tired look that he always faced in the mirror.

But when you're a baby, your eyes and hair are different.’

As the body grew up like many Albionians, the color of the hair and eyes seemed to thicken. However, the strawberry Blonde and light blue eyes under the baby's bonnet reminded me of Telma, which I have only seen in portraits.

Clayo put the photos, letters, memorials and brace back into the drawer.

He sat on a desk and set chair to organize his thoughts.

When I sat down, it was a good place again.

It seems that the place where you can look at the side of the garden through a window without being noticed was the wall inside the library.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The dreaded Bugenvillea was gently blown by the salt wind. It was a flower that was not seen in Lundane, which has a higher latitude than Colpos.

The flower tree was quite thick. Maybe once, the woman who gave birth to this body sat here at her desk and saw the flower.

The flowers are gone and the man is gone.

Clayo was lost in thought and didn't notice him coming until Gideon broke his cane.

Clay was rather dull when he wasn't using the 'promise' function. Besides, the information I received today was incredibly shocking.

In the end, Gideon held his cane and showed his signs.

Clayo was surprised.

I just peeped at the letter before, and it was surprising that the person suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Oh... Father."

"What have you been doing?"

Of course I couldn't say that I was thinking of your departed spouse.