Chapter 247: Loss (2)

Deculein was gone, but he left many traces. The fairy vocabulary, magic theory, the math homework notebook, and the memories in Sylvia’s mind. Each was unforgettable.

There were no actual traces of him left. Whether it was the hem of his robe, his hair, or the seams. It was as if he had been burned whole. No, fire at least left ashes. He melted like paint washed away by the sea.

“…”

Sylvia left alone, placed a finger to her lips.

Tap, tap –

She tapped her mouth as the scene replayed.

“…Stupid.”

Her regrets were deep. However, that was the only trace left. It wasn’t bad, considering he left at least one.

Tick-tock-

Sylvia stood. She went to the window and opened it.

“Deculein is dead.”

Under the lighthouse, she spoke to the scarecrow hiding in the middle of the forest. Then, the scarecrow looked up, turned, and went somewhere. Sylvia closed the window.

Then, she leaned her body against the wall and slid down to the floor. She tried to stand up again, but there was no strength in her body. Sylvia felt dizzy as if she had run dry of mana. Her head was sore; her eyelids were heavy. She felt sleepy.

“…”

Sylvia quietly closed her eyes. In that darkness, Deculein rose. He accepted the betrayal of the woman he loved the most. Saying he was okay, he said he could handle it and didn’t run away. And he died like that.

Sylvia touched her lips again. The feeling had already evaporated, and trails of water ran down her cheeks. That naughty bastard went beyond her knowledge and made her cry.

“…Idnik.”

She called out to Idnik quietly. Now, Sylvia had work to do. With the fake dead, it was time to recreate him.

…No.

Creek-

Idnik opened the door and entered with a frown.

“…Bastard. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You can’t eavesdrop on someone else’s wounds.”

“You’re the one to talk after developing magic for spying on Deculein.”

“…I have the right to do so. He’s the one who killed my mother.”

Sylvia turned, holding her hand out to Idnik.