Chapter 89 – Romeo and Juliet (1)
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Maria didn’t let anyone else into her room except Karl Leben and herself. She was the reason that it interfered with treatment. She immediately understood what she meant, as Sophia had also had a lot of experience treating others. For treatment through divine power, it was necessary to concentrate, and in most cases, the patient’s acquaintances were only a hindrance.
She asks Carl if she can take the people around her, and she freaks out when Carl tells him not to squeak loudly and to stay out.
Under.
Sofia’s wheelchair was right next to the door. Whether Carl’s consciousness will return with the cure through the elixir is unknown territory, she said. In the cathedral, ‘honestly, I don’t want to cure the villain who killed the hero’, so she did not know how long she could be cured.
The warrior’s sword, which condensed the state of a lifetime, cut more than the body, and the dagger of the sword also tore the hero’s soul. The warrior’s body will be recovered from the cathedral and officially unveiled in a few months, she said.
I didn’t know how it happened. Sophia just sat there, leaning her body against her wheelchair, blankly. Her arms and calves, which had grown about a handful of her size, felt awkward. She seemed to be adding her wrists and ankles too. Sophia smiled dejectedly. She didn’t regret the decision, though.
When she realized intuitively that she had to use her elixir for the sword, and when she realized that without the elixir she couldn’t fix her arms and legs. Sophia hesitated inwardly, but she chose to save the knife. She, Sophia, was the one she had no choice but to live with. He is a man who is used to sacrificing himself for others.
It looked like it would rain today.
*
Did you fall asleep for a while? The hallway was dark. My tears dried up and it was difficult to open my eyes. She tries to talk Carl into cleaning her face, but she shuts her mouth. It was a bit cold because it was early in the morning. It’s the fault of wearing thin. There was no way to get clothes.
It wasn’t that somehow she didn’t feel like moving her wheelchair and going to another room, but while the room lights were on she didn’t want to move. Light leaked in through the cracks in the window on the door. Although she couldn’t see the scenery in the room through the window, she knew that the healing was being continued by the occasional sound of prayer.
Maria was struggling. Someone stays up all night praying for a cure for someone who is not familiar with it, but she herself, who has decided to become that person’s wife, is asleep. Her melancholy and lethargy blooms in her evergreens. She broke into cold sweat and ran through her heart.
But Sofia can’t pray for her sword right now. Even offering her prayers will be rejected. It’s good that she doesn’t have a rather bad effect.
The moment the knife was lifted like a corpse, Sophia had violated a taboo as a priest. Basically, she can get married even if she is a priest. She may have children She may do alcohol or drugs sometimes. There is no reason for her to be barred to such an extent, unless after that she has only spirit left to atone for, she becomes intoxicated and forgets her goddess.
There was only one absolute rule, the commandment to put your gods first.
When she falls into a test she cannot bear, she shall not resent thy god, but the test that lies before her eyes. She loves men, but she loves not more than thy gods. If you do, you will never again enjoy the power you exercised in the name of your god. This is my covenant with you since you entrusted your name to me.
I am a jealous being, and you shall not betray your god.
But I am forgiving, and even if you betray, I will always forgive you if you are deeply remorseful and turn your heart to your god. But false repentance, false faith, and false confession only bring the wrath of your god, so you must always be true to me.
Sophia was her mother and father, her raison d’être, while Carl lay limp as if he were dead, so when he laid him on the bed he didn’t react, didn’t look at her, didn’t wipe her tears. He sincerely resented the goddess.
Even if her arms and legs were cut off, the girl who relied on her goddess abandoned her own god when she saw the calamity that had befallen the man she loved.
Did I hate you that much? You’d rather kill me Is it not enough that you have taken my arms and legs, do you also kill my only comforter. I hate you It’s disappointing. If I had known in advance that all you returned to me were this misfortune and despair, I would not have shared any oaths with you. There wouldn’t have been anything to set up to catch the devil.
Sophia did not regret her own transgression. She did not dare to repent. Carl was lying there, moaning in pain, but I couldn’t say sorry to the goddess because you were the first. That is deceit
Sophia at this moment loved Carl Leben more than an absent god. On such a subject, how could I ask the goddess to forgive my sins because I love you the most in the world? The last respect Sophia could show her goddess was simply not to deceive her god.
*
I can see the darkness fading through the windows in the hallway. The night slowly grew shallower while Sophia’s eyes were red and bloodshot, and the time came when she realized that, despite all her frolic in her dreams, she must now really return to reality.
But for Sophia, all her time was real, not her dreams. The times when a knife goes into a room, prayers are heard, and outside, owls or owls cry infrequently.
If there is one dream, Carl will open the door right away, pick up Sophia and say, “Did you wait a long time?” It was just a whisper.
However, where Sophia lived was, of course, reality. It was Maria who came out of her room, not the knife, and Maria shook her head slowly.
“I tried my best, but the problem is consciousness. All the wounds on his body are healed- but he is not coming back to consciousness.”
It was something she had already guessed from seeing Maria’s expression, but it was still painful. Sophia looked like she was about to cry. She wanted to cry, but she cried so much that no more tears came out.
Tears flow again over the tears, dry again, flow again, dry again. Her face completely hardened. Her soft skin just couldn’t move. She couldn’t make a face. It wasn’t until long before Sophia took her lips off.
Maria was restless, watching her Sofia’s eyes. She was the person she longed for, but she wasn’t used to putting on a sad face.
“Really, is there no way?”
“I don’t know. I would wake up right away if my consciousness returned, but I don’t know how to call it. Still, the body is alive… We will find a way somehow.”
“Okay… Thank you. For doing your best.”
“I, sister… “
“Huh.”
“Maybe the Cathedral side won’t like it. Even her treatment itself was forced because of her sister, and even if she saw her sister, she wouldn’t try to kill the Marquis Leben, but she would no longer want her treatment… ”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t helpful… “
“No. Did Maria try? It’s not easy to heal overnight. I know very well.”
“That… Sister Sophia… “
“Huh… ?”
Sophia’s wide pupils illuminated Maria. Her hazy mist was so thick that I couldn’t even tell if the image was reflected in her golden eyes. The corners of Sophia’s mouth, which was always trying to smile, were tightly shut, and under her eyes and under her nose were traces of tears and runny nose, respectively, and her dry marks.
But Maria couldn’t find Sophia’s face dirty. She was a painful face to look at. Sophia’s pain was transmitted to the point that she was painful to watch.
“A lot, is it difficult?”
“Huh? No. What does that person say just, just, yeah just… “
“Hug… Would you like.”
“Just… Just, just. He bullies me so much, he bullies me, he’s just a mean person, so, so. This is just… “
“Are you okay. It’s okay, sister.”
“It’s just me… Better… What should I do? Me, how, how, uh, no, Carl, Maria. This. Me. Eww. Uh.”
Maria hugged Sophia. Tok, tok. Water dripped down Maria’s back and Sophia’s back, respectively. What landed on Sophia’s back was Maria’s tears shed when she saw Sophia, and what landed on her Maria’s back was Sophia’s saliva, unable to think or act to swallow her saliva. She belatedly said her words and flowed.
“When I was young, Sophia unnie hugged me like this and said it was okay. Her sister doesn’t even remember her, right?”
“Carl, Carl, Carl asked me to marry him, but Lloyd suddenly said, I even got a ring, but Lloyd and Carl fought, and Carl said I like Carl. She was thinking of asking Carl to go on a trip too. Now that I have arms and legs, I can cook and go on picnics together.”
“Sister. There must be a way. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you until the end, but if you still have a hard time, please come to me anytime. We are all sisters. So, you are my sister.”
“Me, me, what if she ever told Carl to die? So what if you remembered my words before the sword stabbed you? Was the knife hurt because of me? Lloyd and Carl are because of me, me, uh, uh.”
“Calm down. The only one who can save the Marquis Reven is my sister.”
“Uh? Fat… Ryo?”
Maria looked straight into Sophia’s eyes. Sophia still has a blank face.
“Because my sister was the best saint in the world. She can.”
“That’s me.”
“I could.”
“… Huh.”
Seeing the messengers sent to the mansion by the Cathedral, Osott came with Arya to pick up Carl and Sophia. Sophia bows her head deeply to Maria, who has come to see her off, and she says with a sad smile.
“Maria is right. I can do it Thank you for your support.”
Carl and Sofia sit amicably in the carriage.
“It’s stupid.”
Sophia muttered her affectionately, and she leaned her head on Carl’s shoulder.
The last remaining tears that had been hidden until the end wet Carl’s shoulders.
