Chapter 29 – Hope(?)
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Sophia’s expression hardened. Mouth slightly open. The lost pupil looked up at his sword. Carl was just smiling. Silence for a while. 3 seconds of hell.
Haha!”
Carl burst into laughter.
Haha! Ahaha!”
Excitingly.
*
Sophia’s eyes were still fixed on Carl. The location of the sword is right in front of Sophia. His eyes and Sophia’s eyes met each other. It is said that the eyes are the window to the heart, but what can we know by looking inside the pitch-black window? Sophia’s lips softened.
Kidding, isn’t it? I wanted to ask that. But the words faded before they could escape his mouth. In the end, the words that came out were words in a slightly different form than I initially thought. A language in which her wishes were added.
“A joke, a joke, right?”
Carl looked at Sophia with a smile on his lips. When he saw Sophia trembling with anxiety, he felt as if he were facing a delicious peach. Irresistible, juicy, plump peaches. When you bite into one, the juices ooze out.
“Huh.”
There is no high or low in the voice. It is said that the voice rises and falls represents the psychology of the person, but what kind of emotion should be found at the right middle pitch? Sophia never knew. She only takes invisible steps, wrapped in speculation, anxiety and fear.
“Radish… Are you kidding me Carl? ‘Cause I’m offended Why can’t people be like this?”
Haha, sorry sorry. Are you mad?”
“It is polite, not polite. Don’t do that. I was really surprised… Are you Carl has been playing pranks on me before, but this time I was really surprised. Huh.”
Was it really a joke? Sophia tried to ignore the question that came from inside her. Carl’s eyes seemed to bear a terrifying resemblance to those of the others looking down at him, but he tried to erase it from his mind.
“But Sophia. It’s not just a joke.”
“Yes? Knife. Are you serious? Will I get angry?”
What would you do if you were angry- I thought of something like that, but instead of laughing, Carl spoke calmly in a soft voice. “Sophia.” After meeting his eyes, he took Sophia’s head and held it in his arms. Sophia, held in her arms, finally let go of the tears she had been holding back. Carl’s arms were warm. His low-pitched voice.
Carl’s voice is heard.
“I was just telling the truth. A man without arms and legs is less respected than a man with arms and legs. In any relationship, superiority and inferiority are inevitable. Just the one who cares and the one who is cared for. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Sophia is smart.”
Contrary to his lithe voice, the contents of the words spoken were not very kind. Sophia’s expression hardened as she was cradled in Carl’s arms. The pupil is congested. “So?” Carl felt an edge in Sophia’s voice. Pat Pat. He held her head with one hand and patted her back with the other.
Sophia knows that touch. Her hand that she used to pat on her whenever she was struggling. At first it was just awkward and reluctant, but later there were times when she waited for her knife to pat her on the back. Sophia’s heart goes to find her stability. Yeah, Carl must have an idea too.
But emotions were always one step ahead of reason, and their lips were already moving freely.
“I am a saint, Carl. She says she’s not far behind Carl in terms of status. Do you know? A lot of people look up to me. You say you want to be me, you say thank you to me, and the emperor speaks highly of you? And I can still use recovery spells. If you want to, you can talk to the goddess… “
It’s pitiful. Sophia thought of herself that way, and Carl thought of her that way. Carl’s hand, which had been patting her, slowly brushed her back. “You know, you know. I was your colleague.” Carl’s voice was so sweet that he would not want to believe that he was the same person who said such harsh things.
“Sophia. I didn’t say I didn’t like you because your arms and legs were, um, mutilated. I just said that you and I are impossible to date on an equal footing. The composition of one side unconditionally seeking someone’s help is a bit strange. Who can be sincere Who can live by giving?”
“… Yes Carl. I see. Sorry for being stubborn. Wasn’t I iron? Like me back then-“
Should I have died Sophia thought as she buried her face in her sword’s chest. However, why? Why should I be dead? I’ve tried I worked really hard. I did my best. But why, only me. Why only me
“Sophia. I still like you.”
Sophia’s head is lifted. It’s like a dream. That’s what I want to believe.
“Why?”
“Because it’s pretty. Because it’s nice Because it’s cute. It’s fun being together.”
Sophia Gracia is an existence she cannot survive without Carl Leben’s help. It would be difficult to determine the exact moment, but from the moment I decided to enter Carl’s house, I had already become that kind of existence. She has become a person who cannot even eat a meal with her own hands without a knife.
Dependence. Over dependence. Abnormal dependence. Sophia understood why she was talking about her love affair with Carl. It’s a survival instinct It is an emotion created by instinct. But you can’t deny it. She had no intention of refusing. The conclusion drawn by instinct is this.
I need to make Carl like me.
Stimulate your protective instincts. It’s acting that is mentally concentrated. I want to take care of you, I want to take care of you.
“Then why did you say such harsh things? I am hurt.”
“I was going to say it earlier, but I can’t get the timing right. Write.”
“Yes?”
“I think dating should be done on an equal basis. If you still have a disability, I think we are not in an equal relationship. Therefore-“
But, as always with instinct, Sophia was a little impatient. She fretted too much. Perhaps it was because of her own circumstances that she was cornered.
“Fix your limbs first. Let’s do romance after that.”
Side.
Carl’s lips hit Sophia’s forehead, then leave. In her Sophia’s heart, the hope she had let go of her heart blooms. Is there a way? Really? Unexpected expectations rose from the depths of my heart.
“Fix it, fix it, is that, ah, can you fix it? Really? Carl, really?”
Like a child asking if Santa will really give him the gift, Sophia leans over to Carl and asks. Carl puts on a blurry-sorrowful-painful-smile.
“I do not know. But, I’ll do my best. Wait for me. Because I found a clue.”
Eventually, Sophia cried.
“Huh… !”
*
“Did I tell you too soon?”
Giving hope. Sophia’s face brightened. Arya smiled bitterly at Sophia’s face. Stupidly, Sophia was so caught up in the hope that had arisen in her that she completely forgot about her affair with her aria. It’s funny.
Carl asked, sitting in a rocking chair in the study, pulling out a tobacco. When the smell of books and cigarettes mix, good ideas often come to mind. Things like which wine would go better with a steak grilled with good grilling, and which sauce would be different. Of course – this is a figurative expression.
“It will be fine.”
It is natural to need hope to overcome despair. Carl laughed bitterly. Now, Sophia will try to endure whatever despair strikes her. Even if you are abused, even if you are subjected to harsh acts, you will be able to overcome it. Strongly – nobly.
What a beautiful face Sophia, haggard after going through all that, has. Her heart trembled on its own.
Going to the workshop of the little witch Maheo was worthwhile enough. She was assured that even if her limbs were completely crushed, she could completely regenerate them as long as she had the Elixir, the Elixir of Heaven.
What is needed to regenerate the missing body is an elixir called the blood of the goddess, a model made after the original body, a priest with excellent skills, and a wizard who can use magic. In fact, if you only have the elixir, the rest can be done roughly. In theory, even the dead can be brought back to life. And.
Drooling.
In a drawer in Carl’s study, there were two bottles of elixir.
“Because I won’t give it anyway.”
It is a smile that is sticky like tar.
