Chapter 32
“How do you know that? Did you hear that from my wife?”
“…Who knows.”
Drops of rain continued to fall in front of my eyes, sometimes getting caught in my lashes, yet eventually dripping back down. The transparent water droplets looked quite beautiful, too.
It was gray outside, but the color of the flowers was vivid enough to catch the eye.
“Come on.”
“…….”
As I took the lead, he slowly followed me into the rain. The rain fell heavily on my forehead and eyes. It also fell on my shoulders, and with the hood behind the black-colored priest’s robe, which was getting heavier little by little because of the pouring rain.
“I don’t think it’s the weather to get rained on.”
“Then, what do you think is the good weather to get rained on?”
“…….”
It’s like I’m having a conversation with a 10-year-old about rain.
“I don’t know how you know, but what I said when I first went to the Duke’s residence wasn’t a lie.”
“I see.”
He seemed to answer vaguely, probably because he thought I couldn’t understand. No matter how many things I’ve heard, there will be things I won’t know unless I was the person involved. I somehow laughed at this trivial habit of his.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Your Majesty doesn’t like rain either.”
“…….”
Even his hair, which was neatly tossed in the heavy rain, came loose and fell forward.
“Can’t you walk beside me?”
“…….”
He sighed in displeasure and walked beside me.
Rumble! Bang!
“…….”
Killian still hated thunder. The only difference is that he used to cry every day when there were thunderstorms, but now he seems calm enough for it to be invisible on the outside.
“My mother died because of the previous empress.”
“…….”
“It was a rainy day, and the thunder was loud.”
“…….”
“The story is so famous that everyone knows it.”
He made eye contact as he spoke mockingly and glared at me.
“Then why did you like being in the rain after becoming her husband? The day your mother died, it rained while the thunder was deafening, right.”
“Because… my wife got rained on with me. No, I don’t think there’s any reason for me to tell you this.”
He stopped walking for a moment and stared at me, his golden eyes shining like tigers. Drenched hair, cheeks wet with the flowing raindrops, and eyes as beautiful as the sun. It was as beautiful as the sun shining alone in the rain among a lot of clouds.
“Your Majesty.”
“…….”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“You’re crazy. You do know that I will cut your wrist the moment you dare to hold it, right?”
He looked like he meant it. I laughed inwardly at his vicious reaction, looking up at him for a moment before and walking forward again.
“Hold my hand, Anais.”
“Why?”
“Please hold my hand…”
It reminded me of Kylian, who was sitting alone in the room, afraid of the sound of thunder.
“The prettiest Older Sis in the world, Anais… please… huh…”
From then on, whenever it rained, I held his hand. And I used to stay with him in the rain to help him get through it. I didn’t know if it was because of that, or if he had to overcome it because it was something he was meant to overcome, but he didn’t hate the rain that much anymore. On the contrary, he used to walk around in the rain when he was disturbed.
Of course, after he turned eleven and started training with the knights, he was not afraid of anything.
“Step away and walk.”
“Yes.”
Even though he hates me, it was nice to be with him. Even if the emotion contained in those bright golden eyes was hatred, somehow I was glad that I could see it again before I died.
However, his murderous energy was still scary, so we walked for a long time in silence until we came to the palace where he had been staying as a prince.
At that time, Kylian spoke as if he had discovered something.
“This….”
Ting, ting ting, ting, ting, ting.
Glass cups were placed there. The sound of the glass cups each making a different sound as the rainwater entered was refreshing, like a musical instrument being played.
This was a method I had devised before to make sure Kylian could get through the rainy days and be okay with the thunder. I had prepared it in advance from the time I asked him to get rained on with me a little while ago.
Each glass with different amounts of water made a beautiful sound like a xylophone. He gazed at them with a softened expression for a moment.
There was a cup full of water in the middle, so I emptied it and returned the cup. Then I started to hear a different low tone than I heard before.
There was also a crackling sound coming from the shelf where the glasses were lined up. He was speechless for a moment, then glared at me.
“Are you joking with me like this?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“…….”
“Are you feeling better?”
“No.”
He was still glaring at me intensely. The world was gray, but his eyes were like pure gold.
“Do you know why I hate rainy days?”
He closed his mouth in a struggle, then continued with a sigh.
“It rained like this on the day my wife died.”
“Ah…”
“It rained like this on the day she fell covered in blood in front of my eyes.”
“…….”
“I… I hate rain the most in the world.”
I couldn’t even think of that, so I was at a loss for words.
“I hate you more for playing pranks like this.”
He said so and went away again. It felt strange to see more of his back than his face after entering Lilith’s body.
Strangely, I felt like I missed even that back, and I felt lonely and regretful thinking that even this would end soon.
“Phileal?”
“Are you coming in now?”
Phileal was soaked in the rain when he came to meet me.
“Why were you in the rain?”
“I wanted to get rained on, too.”
“Haha.”
I was nervous because of Kylian earlier, but Phileal was talking nonsense, so I was relieved. But that was only for a moment. Kylian’s words kept echoing in my mind. Maybe I was mistaken that I knew him well.
As I was lost in thoughts, Phileal spoke again.
“I like being in the rain.”
“Why?”
“The day my father died was the first rainy day after a drought.”
“Didn’t you tell me not to talk when you were little?”
“Why is this forbidden? Wouldn’t it be nice if it rained after a drought?”
“…….”
After staring at him in silence for a moment, I deliberately turned away.
“What about Lewarren?”
“Leviathan is watching him well.”
The black priest’s robe he was wearing was soaked with water and was damp. I didn’t like it very much, so I pulled his stole and it flowed down.
“You don’t look good in this.”
“Why, doesn’t it suit me quite well?”
The red stole went very well with the pitch-black robe. I only said it because I wanted to be mean.
“Phileal.”
“Yes?”
“My mind’s been gnawing at one particular question until now, so I want to ask.”
“Gnaw? You want to bite me? I guess my hand is a good enough spot.”
“…….”
I looked at him wondering if it was a joke, but what I saw was an innocent face. I think he said that because he thought I really wanted to bite him.
“Don’t say dangerous things.”
“You said you wanted to bite me.”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Ahh.”
Perhaps he finally understood, he smiled and ran his hand through my hair. As I hit it with my hand, he gave up on playing curiously with my blue hair. I bet it’s because of the power in my hair.
“If…”
“Yes.”
“If I had two personalities in my original body…”
“…….”
“Then, since I’m outside my body like this, can the sleeping personality over there wake up?”
“Well…”
He frowned and rolled his eyes, wondering.
“Can you tell me in detail?”
Phileal was not someone I trust. He’s been quite nice to me, but that doesn’t mean I trust him. He’s probably doing this only to make me easier to monitor.
The priests of the god of death were not trustworthy people. They were people who followed the order of power, offered live sacrifices casually, and felt no guilt for such things.
Perhaps the fact that Kylian had changed so much was also because she was influenced by the priests of death.
“The Kylian you once knew might not be here anymore.”
Lewarren was right. The image I knew about him could have been a lie in the first place. But even so, he was not one to sacrifice people without hesitation. Because he remembered what he went through when he was weak and was infinitely kind to people weaker than him.
The fact that he had no hesitation in using those with divine power as sacrifices meant that it was never his own idea.
“Anais.”
“Yes.”
“Were you, by any chance, another soul that entered Anais’ body?”
“…….”
Seeing that he even became the second bishop at a young age, it seemed like he was great in terms of ability.
“No. There was something like a voice that I heard in my head when I was young, maybe it was that.”
“What? You heard a voice?”
He seemed to be pondering about it again. However, rather than revealing that I am a transmigrator, it would be better to speak as if I had a dual personality.
“Are you lying?”
“…….”
“Anais, you do this to your hair when you lie.”
“…….”
“And your lips go like this.”
I stopped unknowingly twisting my wet hair. I was even biting my lip.
“Is it because you don’t trust me?”
“…Yes.”
“Then I will swear.”
Was it easy to swear an oath? He blurted out the word swear. Is it because he recognized me? Because of the memory that I saved him?
“I won’t tell anyone whatever you say for the next five minutes. Unless you allow it.”
“What happens if you speak?”
“I will give up my abilities.”
“…Okay.”
He was risking the ability he had received from the god of death. If he swears to God and does not keep his word, he will lose his power. For the priest of death, power is identity. A priest who lost his power could become a sacrifice if there was a grudge against him.
“Then tell me now.”
He was holding his hands and smiling softly. It seemed that the red eyes could be seen more clearly because of the rain.
“I entered Anais’ body at ten years old.”
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