Volume 2 - CH 5
P. 162
P. 178
“Yes. But you are alive. That story wasn’t just about one boy, was it? I heard from Raven that there were many other boys who went through the same thing. You were also talking about yourself, weren’t you?”
“Well, I’m not sure.”
She could sense in his careless response, there was a hint of irritation. It was like he felt hatred towards himself for being the only one to survive.
“Isn't it you that really needs to be saved?”
He didn’t answer.
“You yourself are still trapped in the fog. That’s why you’re not able to accept the fact that your friends were sacrificed… But, even if you paid your revenge against Lord Graham, I don’t think that will make you relieved from your grief.”
Lydia felt the small breath from Edgar’s sigh. Although she didn’t know what sort of meaning there was behind it.
“It isn’t bad having you this small. I can always keep you near me.”
“What, I don’t want to stay like this! I’m hungry and it’s cold, and what should I do when I get sick!”
She couldn’t say that Edgar wouldn’t keep Lydia like this as a pet. So Lydia seriously denied his idea.
P. 179
“I’m just kidding. I’d rather prefer to embrace your warm real body instead of a cold glass bottle. I want to touch you so I can make sure of your warmth. But if I were to do that, I was just thinking that you in your real body would sure to slap me and run off.”
Of course I would.
But Lydia was feeling just a little that it would better that she was a small version of herself in a bottle for now.
Then she wouldn’t have been able to be beside Edgar after finding out about the lie that she was used as a lure.
There wouldn’t have been an opportunity to touch the despair or lament that he was carrying like this.
Lydia had a feeling like Edgar might be shedding tears as he was holding the glass bottle for a while.
He was grieving quietly in his heart of how he could only exact revenge for his dead comrades.
She thought of him as the arrogant and overconfident and the type who would die than show the weak side of himself. Even if he looked sad or depressed, he was the type of person who even calculated that and threw Lydia around.
Even now, she didn’t know what he was really thinking. And yet, she felt glad that she was at a close enough to exchange words with him who maybe wanted to cry.
Perhaps what Raven had told her was stuck in her mind.
P. 180
That Edgar was a person who didn’t lean against anyone and stood alone. Because Lydia had no ties, she was probably able to peek into Edgar’s whimpers and sorrows that he had to lock up in order to fight, but Raven must have really wanted to say to please not hate the weak part of him.
She must have really have a soft-heart to not hate him even when she was in a dangerous situation. But.
Edgar needed her even though Lydia made the foolish mistake as a fairy doctor by being bottled up by a bogey beast, but Edgar still needed her, and if there was any salvation by being by his side like this, then she was honestly happy.
Through the glass, she pressed her cheek against his shirt. It was something she couldn’t never do in her real body.
Amazingly, she felt like she could feel his warmth seep through to her.
Who knew that you would get sleepy even as just a soul.
When she woke up, Lydia was inside the bottle as the morning sun came shining down.
For some strange reason, the bottle Lydia was in was wrapped around with cushions and sheets. He should know that it’s useless, and yet he went through the trouble for such a meaningless thing.
P. 181
Lydia felt it was absurd and yet dimly heartwarming and as she had been laying on her side at the bottom of the bottle and was about to wake up, but then, she realized that something was wrong.
Her body was heavy as a rock and couldn’t move.
Of course it wasn’t her real body, but it felt like it was made out of lead, and she was barely able to lift up her upper body. Lydia leaned up against the glass wall and fought back the pounding pain in her had and the whirl of her brain.
She was filled with the fear of unexpectedly vanishing. Since it was a very delicate condition for a human to remain as just a soul, there must have been something happening to herself.
She looked around to search the room, but there was no one in Lydia’s field of vision.
“Edgar, …..where are you?”
“Oi, now, what happened? You sure are relying him.”
A gray-haired cat snooped down in front of her.
“Nico.”
Last night, Nico had returned to her house. To explain to her father and camouflage that Lydia had been forced to go to the party of an acquaintance and had gotten drunk and took the offer to stay at the residence. She didn’t want to cause her father to worry, and she definitely couldn’t show herself in this state.
P. 178
“Yes. But you are alive. That story wasn’t just about one boy, was it? I heard from Raven that there were many other boys who went through the same thing. You were also talking about yourself, weren’t you?”
“Well, I’m not sure.”
She could sense in his careless response, there was a hint of irritation. It was like he felt hatred towards himself for being the only one to survive.
“Isn't it you that really needs to be saved?”
He didn’t answer.
“You yourself are still trapped in the fog. That’s why you’re not able to accept the fact that your friends were sacrificed… But, even if you paid your revenge against Lord Graham, I don’t think that will make you relieved from your grief.”
Lydia felt the small breath from Edgar’s sigh. Although she didn’t know what sort of meaning there was behind it.
“It isn’t bad having you this small. I can always keep you near me.”
“What, I don’t want to stay like this! I’m hungry and it’s cold, and what should I do when I get sick!”
She couldn’t say that Edgar wouldn’t keep Lydia like this as a pet. So Lydia seriously denied his idea.
P. 179
“I’m just kidding. I’d rather prefer to embrace your warm real body instead of a cold glass bottle. I want to touch you so I can make sure of your warmth. But if I were to do that, I was just thinking that you in your real body would sure to slap me and run off.”
Of course I would.
But Lydia was feeling just a little that it would better that she was a small version of herself in a bottle for now.
Then she wouldn’t have been able to be beside Edgar after finding out about the lie that she was used as a lure.
There wouldn’t have been an opportunity to touch the despair or lament that he was carrying like this.
Lydia had a feeling like Edgar might be shedding tears as he was holding the glass bottle for a while.
He was grieving quietly in his heart of how he could only exact revenge for his dead comrades.
She thought of him as the arrogant and overconfident and the type who would die than show the weak side of himself. Even if he looked sad or depressed, he was the type of person who even calculated that and threw Lydia around.
Even now, she didn’t know what he was really thinking. And yet, she felt glad that she was at a close enough to exchange words with him who maybe wanted to cry.
Perhaps what Raven had told her was stuck in her mind.
P. 180
That Edgar was a person who didn’t lean against anyone and stood alone. Because Lydia had no ties, she was probably able to peek into Edgar’s whimpers and sorrows that he had to lock up in order to fight, but Raven must have really wanted to say to please not hate the weak part of him.
She must have really have a soft-heart to not hate him even when she was in a dangerous situation. But.
Edgar needed her even though Lydia made the foolish mistake as a fairy doctor by being bottled up by a bogey beast, but Edgar still needed her, and if there was any salvation by being by his side like this, then she was honestly happy.
Through the glass, she pressed her cheek against his shirt. It was something she couldn’t never do in her real body.
Amazingly, she felt like she could feel his warmth seep through to her.
Who knew that you would get sleepy even as just a soul.
When she woke up, Lydia was inside the bottle as the morning sun came shining down.
For some strange reason, the bottle Lydia was in was wrapped around with cushions and sheets. He should know that it’s useless, and yet he went through the trouble for such a meaningless thing.
P. 181
Lydia felt it was absurd and yet dimly heartwarming and as she had been laying on her side at the bottom of the bottle and was about to wake up, but then, she realized that something was wrong.
Her body was heavy as a rock and couldn’t move.
Of course it wasn’t her real body, but it felt like it was made out of lead, and she was barely able to lift up her upper body. Lydia leaned up against the glass wall and fought back the pounding pain in her had and the whirl of her brain.
She was filled with the fear of unexpectedly vanishing. Since it was a very delicate condition for a human to remain as just a soul, there must have been something happening to herself.
She looked around to search the room, but there was no one in Lydia’s field of vision.
“Edgar, …..where are you?”
“Oi, now, what happened? You sure are relying him.”
A gray-haired cat snooped down in front of her.
“Nico.”
Last night, Nico had returned to her house. To explain to her father and camouflage that Lydia had been forced to go to the party of an acquaintance and had gotten drunk and took the offer to stay at the residence. She didn’t want to cause her father to worry, and she definitely couldn’t show herself in this state.
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