The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

203 Another Story: Wolf Girl Kingdom Walk (6)

"Um... I'm sorry?

"No, you don't have to apologize. But you're really honest, Mr. Acrylic."

That's what Mr Orphans said with a gentle expression on his face. Sylphine, who was holding her face with her hands, also corrected her posture.

"Your honesty may have been lost by the people of the Palatial Kingdom."

"Yes, what is it?

"We are in a position. So honesty is not necessarily a virtue. Few people in this country are as honest as you are."

... you're being praised, right? Hmm, does this mean that people are different if they live in different places?

"I think Algard can change because you care so much. Thank you again, Mr. Acrylic. Thank you so much for saving my son."

"No, Al saved me too....."

"... we sacrificed Al to a lot of grudges. I can't apologize, much of her sin is the sin we made her bear."

Sylphine's expression turned into a face full of sadness and regret. Mr. Orphans didn't say anything, and he silenced with a similar expression.

Glancing, huh? That's probably what I don't think suits me best in this country. I don't know how many times I've heard it.

But I don't think I could throw it away because I was born in the Palatial Kingdom.

"So that's why you can't throw away your temper, right?

"... yeah, that's right. It's not something you can throw away."

"I don't know. I don't know, but I understand why it's important. But I can't empathize. Because I abandoned Al."

Sylphine looked up at me in my words. The expression is painful, but the mouth trembles as if it were just a few breaths without saying a word.

"But if I hadn't abandoned Al, more people would have been abandoned. That's what happened, isn't it?

"... eh"

"It's hard. Think like Ricardo, I can't tell the people of the Palatial Kingdom."

"If you were Ricant... why were you here?

A silent Orphan asks. The gaze was looking straight at me. I stretch out my spine and turn to Mr Orphans.

"Ricant lives with the woods. The forest is harsh to live in, and no matter how hard they try, some people drink it. That's why we accept that."

"... that kind of thing?

"People die. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try. The cause may have been carelessness or a lack of pure survival power. Death is close to us, and sometimes we can't protect it. But we're not sadder than we need to be."

With my hands on my chest, I can feel the memories of the past. Even in a distant home, I always felt the breath of life. It's easy to remember, and it still breathes into me.

"We live in the woods, we live in the woods. And restore life in the woods. The forest swallows even our death, but that life fills another life in the forest. We circulate in a world called the forest. Farewell is sad, but death is not sad. Because death is only for that person. So we have no choice but to live with all our strength in order not to regret it. Otherwise you won't be happy."

"... death is sad, isn't it?"

"The sad thing is to regret when you break up. That's why I can't understand that I have to sacrifice someone to live away from death. That's not why I'm asking you to admit to being killed unreasonably...."

Having touched on the history of the Kingdom of Palletia, I also wondered my way of thinking.

Still, I can't give up the idea that I'm still stained with, and I need to understand it and find the right distance.

"We had a forest. There was a king in the kingdom of Palletia. I think that's the difference."

"For Mr. Acrylic, the forest is the king...?

"For me, the forest is a mark for saving lives and returning them. Something that teaches and guides us."

That's why I think it's different to push Richard's ideas against the people of the Palletian kingdom. Because people live naturally and should not be nature itself.

It is painful and painful for a man to bear his death. But if you say it's the king you have to carry, I wonder what a sad existence it is.

"... so much so. Surely we can't afford Richard's way of life."

Mr Orphans, who received my words, smiled bitterly, but said in a calm voice.

"I'm sure there's nothing I can do for you, but I think it's worth it. If people take responsibility for lives other than their own, they will be crushed by the weight. You'll look inconvenient trying to live with it."

"... that's right. I won't deny it."

"But you won't deny it, that's enough for me. And that's why I want you to be by Algard's side. The truth is, I should have told Algard. If the responsibility is painful, you should throw it away. But that's an unacceptable word for me. I can't just forgive you for Algard's life."

Mr Orphans said clearly. Though it may seem a faint word, there is warmth there. I wonder if this is another word from the glitter.

"You don't have to forgive anyone. I just want Al to live."

"Ahh... that's good, that's good. That's why I need Algard, Mr. Acrylic. We can't let Algard carry anything anymore. I can't blame Algard for wanting to carry it. I don't mind throwing it all away. There will be few things you can do about Algard's life. So at least I want to admit that freedom."

... Ah, after all, the Palatial Kingdom is a country of freedom. But somebody has to take responsibility for being free. I realized that it was a nobility and that it was a royalty that stood above it.

Al and Orphans and Sylphine must have suffered from Anisphere. Being royal is between its freedom and its responsibility.

I can't understand the pain, and I'm sure I can't save it. It's what they've got, so they can only save themselves.... I can't try to save you.

That doesn't stop me from doing what I want to do.

"Isn't it okay now?

"Nh...?

"Mr. Orphans isn't king anymore, is he? Then... shouldn't I tell Al? It's okay."

"... isn't that right now?

"I think it would be better if I kept regretting it. One day, for the day when you will sleep in peace."

People die. People's time is not eternal. Sometimes everything is lost during that moment.

So I don't want you to regret it. That's not what I know, no clues, no positions. It may be irresponsible to say so.

But I still feel sad. It is too painful to convey the thoughts I want to convey. So I'll tell them both.

"I think it's different that we can be a family, but we just have to leave each other."

"... family, huh?"

Mr Orphans murmured with his eyes down and chewed heavily. Sylphine leaned down and tied her lips to a letter so she could think of something.

"... oh, that's right. I regretted sparing that effort, but I should have."

"Face to face, you didn't feel like something was going to end this time. We are."

"Mr. Orphans, Mr. Sylphine....."

It's scary to face each other. We live and die. It is difficult to live without regret.

No matter how hard you try, it doesn't always pay off. It is sad and painful to think that there was not enough effort at the time of death.

The world is sometimes irrational. Still, I can't stop walking. I can't stop it.

"Then I will tell you my words again and again. The words of Al, the words of the two. If you want to connect with each other, no matter how far you go, I'll run through you."

If one of us has to be separated, I'll connect until the day we give up. It's my wagamma, the freedom I wanted. so that everyone can be connected as a family.

That's all I can do. I have neither the power to change the world nor the power to protect it. Still, you can convey your thoughts with words to connect people.

"... Mr. Acrylic"

Sylphine looks up at me. I stretched my spine and gazed at Sylphine. Then Sylphine smiled softly.

"Thank you. I'm really pathetic as a mother, but I still don't want to give up being a mother. She's really important. It's important, but I couldn't take care of it. But that's not why I can quit. If that child still thinks me a mother, I want to be a mother. That's why I'd be happy if you could help me."

"Sylphine...."

"I want you to call me my mother, if only you could. Are we going to be a family?

"... yes, stepmother"

When I asked her to accept, Sylphine... her stepmother smiled happily.

Well, Orphans is your stepfather.

"Hmm... is that so?"

"Yes, Father."

"... was it so emotional for such a honest and honest daughter to call me Father...?!

"You...."

For some reason, my stepfather began to cry with restraint. For a moment, I was stunned, but I was terribly convinced that Anisphere's face appeared behind my head.

"... what the hell is going on here?

"Ah, Al"

"You made it, Algard."

"Mother, I'm sorry I'm late.... so what happened to my father...?

"Hmm... why?

All I could do was smile at Al, who came late.