Chapter 55 – Blood Hatred (2)
Lucia realized that she had made a mistake only after she had screamed out loud.
Her mouth was straight. Even though she knew it was stupid, the anger and sadness she felt today, along with the pain that now gnaws at her wrist, she was in so much pain that she exhausted herself and poured out criticism that she shouldn’t have.
If this weakens the bond Mason feels for him.
It was also a problem to call Isabella by name. You must have already vaguely noticed that there is a strange relationship between Sianna and Isabella.
What if he noticed the relationship between himself and Isabella? Isabella’s plans would be greatly disrupted.
Lucia forgot that she was angry, and she began to panic and dread. If, if Mason feels suspicious somewhere in her, she starts to suspect her.
She glanced up at Mason. She stood still as her body stiffened. Her brown eyes, hidden by her hair, could feel the emotions welling up.
Mason lowered slowly, staggeringly. Lucia racked her brains over how she could solve this problem, but she couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Lucia…”
Mason calls her name. He saw the face of her who had come close to her, a face very similar to her own.
Dump.
The sound of something falling, and her face coming closer,
Lucia instinctively distanced herself and backed away, only to realize that the sound she had just made was Mason kneeling down on her.
Uh?
Lucia lost her moment, all her tension, and looked at her in bewilderment. In Mason’s eyes, her tears fill up and begin to flow.
Mason seemed unwilling to wipe her tears. She probably didn’t even know she was crying. Leaving her tears flowing, she reached out her hand towards him, but he didn’t come.
“… Sorry.”
Mason smiles. It was a soft smile, but a bizarre one. The corners of her mouth, which she forced up, quivered, and the tears falling from her eyes added to the misery.
“Me too… , I don’t know. Now.”
Seeing a madman crying and muttering something,
Understanding the situation, Lucia smiled in relief.
Lucia, what her sister said was as sincere as it hurt.
Since when did she come back to this town, and her relationship with Lucia, which she thought was improving, was terribly twisted.
There was never a day she didn’t think of her.
Is she not normal?
Of course, objectively, whatever Isabella said or what Shiana did to her wasn’t the right thing to do,
Maybe she wasn’t wrong in what she did for her Sianna?
Her thoughts of that were getting worse and worse when she started not coming back to her house, and eventually, the day she saw her last smile, she was broken beyond control.
Maybe, maybe she should have brought her home that day, even if she lied to her about her.
I felt sorry for Sianna. When she was little, she thought of her little brother, who was not where he was supposed to be as a family, and she seemed to put her sore finger in front of her eyes.
When her tragedy befell her, Shiana, she laid down her duty as a knight and wanted to help her, who was about to be tainted by mad beasts.
So she ended her wandering life and returned to her hometown. She hoped that Sianna would find her peace of mind here.
No, that was her own idea.
She relied on her Shiana as much as she would like to believe that she relied on herself, no, she relied on herself as much.
When Ciana asks herself what she is, she is the only one who knows everything about her except for her childhood.
She was someone he had seen for a long time, even more than family and friends, and she was the object he was supposed to protect, but she was an existence that simply could not be defined that way.
With her childhood, she left her hometown, packing her things, to earn her living, so that she herself could support her younger brother.
She is now, even herself, her loser who has given up everything and returned to her hometown.
In the meantime, she was the one who directly remembered her days when she was the brightest, the momentary glory of Basra, who had once served her saintess herself.
Now I know Without her, she probably wouldn’t have returned to her hometown. Even if she returned to her hometown because of Lucia, she might have lived a life like a destitute.
But she was different because she had Ciana. She is weak and pitiful because she is the center of her movement so that she can move.
She found out about her work, earned her money and started living with her, and later, when her work was over, she was so happy to come back to her house waiting for her.
She thought that if this life continued, if she could see her bright smile on that face in the future, it would be good for her.
One day she had an argument with Lucia, and from then on the situation became disastrous.
After her she left her own, she never stopped working for a place she would return to someday. Wanting to clear up the misunderstanding, she had thought hundreds of times in her head about what story to tell and how to solve it.
But on the day she met Sianna, she couldn’t say anything about herself.
I just came back with an answer that would hurt her like an idiot.
She didn’t remember much from that time, but it was clear that she had spent her life in ruins, at least until Lucia came.
Where did she go wrong? No matter how many times she turned around, she couldn’t understand. Alone and isolated she thought, she thought in the dark.
Even so, she couldn’t find the answer, so she wondered, maybe she’s gone mad.
While repeating her hellish days, her Lucia came to visit her.
She still remembered seeing her brother again. She is the girl who has grown up without realizing it, her little brother whom she has grown up to be so pretty while she was gone.
Although there was no awkwardness in her letters she shared, she thought that if she saw him in person, she might be a little reluctant, the way she comforted her, overshadowing her concerns.
She was nice and happy. It was as if she had met the only person who would support her in her collapsed life.
But because of that, Mason had to obsessively commit.
Because she didn’t have the confidence to live on if she ever came to hate herself.
In order to present her insecure self as complete, she had to forcefully pack and be overly cautious.
Every time she made an impatience or obsessive apology that squeezed out her mind, which she had unknowingly filled up, she was so ashamed,
Still, I thought it was better than being ugly to her brother.
-But what’s the use of what you’ve done so far?
A self-deprecating voice echoed in Mason’s head.
-Look. It ended up like this It didn’t make any sense. You didn’t even think about listening to your brother’s story, and your impatience that you couldn’t control yourself hurt your brother in the end.
-Stupid bitch, stupid bitch.
-Did you hear Lucia say? It’s word for phrase.
-You are a psychopath.
– A patient with severe dependence and a depressive psychosis.
-Maybe you’re so stuck in your own world that you’ve broken the line between right and wrong. Maybe that’s why you don’t even understand why Cyanna left?
Mason blankly listened to the self-deprecating voice in her head. It was such a sweet answer. She’s got all these emotions she has, the only answer that will solve her terrible headache.
Because she herself was a weak, stupid, flawed person.
-What are you doing, are you going to miss your brother? You might really commit suicide then.
Mason then knelt down on her. Even though she was in tears, she smiled. Her hand reached out, but she didn’t reach.
Fearing that her brother would scare her away and leave.
“Sorry… Whoops! Um, sorry… !”
Still, she couldn’t stop crying.
“Yes, you are right… I think you’re right… I, uh, I think something is wrong.”
Upon acknowledging her own inadequacies, she eased her mind a little. Everything became clear
“Yes, just like you said, hehe, Jung, maybe he has a mental illness… I don’t know…”
She really had to be this Satanic because she was crazy about herself.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Unni, I’m sorry…”
Her breath catches up and it is not easy to open her mouth. Tears are hidden in front of her eyes, making it hard to see.
Even so, if she doesn’t somehow change her mind at this moment-
“Don’t leave me, please…”
That her brother would hate her forever.
If she did, she couldn’t stand it.
“I’m sorry Lucia, please, I…, I’m without you anymore…”
Please don’t leave me
I need the warmth of my family and the affection of people.
I mean, I’m an insignificant person.
“I’m sorry dear…”
