Chapter 111 – The Core of the Past (11)
It was simple until finding the tree behind the town hall.
I saw a tree that stood taller than any other tree alone, and I approached it.
Then this was the problem.
No matter how much I walked back in the direction Stion had pointed me to, I could n’t see his fist-shaped rock.
Rather, there was only a wooded forest.
I didn’t know if I should go around the forest or break through.
It would have been nice if you could tell me this.
Has the landscape changed over time?
If there was an obstacle like this, Stion would have told me about it.
Starchis, who thought it was enough with this much effort, tried to turn his body his… But the forest pulled his body his.
I couldn’t leave easily.
Unknowingly, he might have been waiting to stand in front of the grave.
He might have wanted to spit out all the swear words he had stored in his heart.
He decided to break through the forest rather than circle it.
Sabujaksa trilogy, the plants trampled under your feet make a sound.
Hearing that sound, Starchis began to recall the past without realizing it.
It was a different feeling from standing in front of his mother’s grave.
Not having Stion by his side he seemed to be the main difference.
He was able to suppress his emotions his to some extent by pretending not to care, pretending nothing was wrong in front of his older brother, but he has nothing to act on now and can be honest with his heart his.
Uncomfortable, heavy… A grumbling and wanting to blame.
Memories with my father.
Now I can only think of bad things.
The series of events that led to his leaving the house played out in his mind.
Shouting, ‘That whore!’ His father his entered the house.
Maybe things didn’t go well with the woman he cheated on.
Turning his fury, he raised his hand to Stachis,
As Stion’s punishment, he left the house.
“…I had a conscience to hide. Even after searching, I found that he was hiding.”
Harsh words rolled out of Starches mouth.
There was no one to judge him for saying such a thing anyway.
It was different from his original appearance of his, but Stachis thought this was his own too.
There was nothing he hated in the world more than his father.
The servile childhood, all the dirty crimes he had to do, the loneliness he had to feel, and all the hurdles of death he had to overcome all started with him.
Starchis knows he’s not a nice guy.
It’s just that the line is far behind others.
His father’s behavior became the standard of his goodness.
No matter what he does, he will think that he is better than his father.
Like him, his father his was one of those people he could not forgive.
He continued walking into the woods.
“Where are you… “
Just as he was about to explode in irritation, thinking he might have gone the wrong way, he stepped on something on his right side of him.
Small pile of dirt.
Behind it was a rock that could be called a fist.
The mound was a tomb.
“…”
Starchis couldn’t even open his mouth.
He could not move because his breath was somehow trapped in his chest.
It was a very small tomb.
I thought his grave would be bigger than this.
It was only natural when I thought of my father, who looked so tall as a child.
Perhaps he mistook it for a tomb,
I looked around and didn’t see any other tombs.
No other fist rocks were seen.
This little thing was right where my father was buried.
And as if proving that it was a tomb, a small flower was placed in front of it.
“…Under.”
Laughter came out.
Could it be that he was such a small person?
Had I suffered all my life because of this person?
“Leaving my family alone and chasing after other people… Is this the end?”
The man buried alone.
It was a tomb hidden in an overgrown place where you wouldn’t even notice it was a grave.
Before I knew it, I was talking to my father.
“It’s like being alone in a corner of a bush where you don’t know where you are, looking around… Ha ha… “
Slowly, he turns to look at the grave.
Stion said he would have something to say when he met him.
He is wrong
I had nothing to say.
Only laughter comes out.
“Yes, I’m glad I came to laugh at you. It makes me feel better.”
– Kkack!! Kkack!!
With the heat exploding in his chest, he trampled the flowers commemorating his father’s death his.
The kicking continued until the petals were broken and buried in the soil, unrecognizable.
If there was a tombstone, I would have knocked it down and smashed it, but it was a pity that there was none.
Who the hell is offering flowers to such a person?
“I’m thinking about it now, but I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. I should have met him while he was alive so I could have hit him. Know? I make a living with my weapons. I am ashamed of the past when I was afraid of you!”
-Pak!!
After stepping on flowers and leaving no place to vent my anger, I stepped on his grave his this time.
Footprints leave deep traces.
As if avenging his childhood his, Stachis continued to insult him over and over again.
“Wake up. Where are you? Hit me like back then Let’s see if you can make eye contact with me.”
His hands also began to tremble.
Just like the feeling of fighting, the excitement never faded.
“My teeth tremble when I think of the hardships I have suffered because of you. Reminiscent of my childhood, I still have nightmares!! I’m not the only one suffering my brother too! ..I hate to admit it, but my mother must have had a hard time because of you. You ruined three lives. Because of you…!!”
“Twa-” He spat.
There was no guilt felt for insulting the grave.
There was no time to waste or pity for such scum.
In an instant, tears run down your cheeks.
“… What the fuck is this again.”
He rubs his cheek roughly and wipes away the tears.
It was insulting to shed tears, but fortunately no one saw it.
“Under..”
So it was easy to admit.
“…This is the last time I will cry… Or suffer because of you. I won’t live like you I won’t even remember you It ends here.”
Certainly he felt that he hated his father more.
She thought she hated her mother the same, but she could tell from the natural emotions and words that came out of her mouth.
He began to think that if he stayed here any longer, he might dig up his grave.
Stachis wipes his face and looks at the grave.
It was the last time I wanted to curse and leave.
-Brush.
And sounds from afar reach his sensitive ears.
It was his hearing that he had trained even when he didn’t want to while working as a gatherer.
The body hardens.
She was n’t doing anything shameful about her own conscience of her, but she did n’t want to be seen now.
-Hmmmm~
The hum of a familiar voice is heard.
But I couldn’t quickly recall who it was.
Maybe it was because of my excited head her, or because I couldn’t even think of who would come to this place.
A girl approached him, who was dumbfounded.
It wasn’t until she got close to breaking through the bush that she noticed Starchis’ presence in her.
“Wow!!”
Startled, the girl drops a flower she was holding in her hand.
It was Stea.
“..Oh..Brother?”
She noticed that neither she nor she could believe she had met Starchis.
Her face her blooms brightly and she asks in an excited voice.
“Brother! What are you doing here?”
“…What…You…?”
Starchis couldn’t find words.
Her hair was a mess.
The flowers she dropped were just like the flowers at her father’s grave her.
It was the same flower he had trampled on.
“…Why are you here…?”
Starchis makes up his words and spits them out.
Stea picks up the flowers naturally and she jumps up to Stachis, she says.
“I’m here to see my dad!”
“Dad…?”
She stretches out her finger
Starchis could tell where her finger was pointing without looking.
Her eyes closed slowly and her teeth her gnashed.
“There! This is my dad! Brother, why are you here?”
Stion, Stachis, and Stea.
Names with similar accents came from one person’s head.
In the head of that man lying down.
Starchis murmurs.
“…Varies, really..”
****
Holding hands with Stea, Stachis started to return to the inn.
I was about to leave, but now I have words to share.
Stea, unaware of his speed her, ran around in accordance with his age her.
Starchis seemed happy to return.
“Brother! Give me a ride on the wooden horse!”
Stachis looked down at Stea.
Innocent cute face.
Her own half-sister her.
Stachis realized once again that he was not as nice as Sion.
If it had been Stion, the moment she saw Stea, no, the moment she knew that she was her own sister her, she would have done her best her.
But it wasn’t Starches.
It does not make any logical sense, but it’s starting to seem to him like Stea is her child her, to whom the happiness of her own childhood has been transferred.
Her feelings for her were complicated.
“…No?”
Stea unknowingly looked up at Stachis with her moist eyes, holding her tears.
Recalling the love Stion gave him in his heart his, Stachis takes hold of his heart her.
She couldn’t be childish.
This child has nothing to do with his misfortune her.
Then his father came home to vent his anger after things didn’t go well with a woman.
Through that anger, he was beaten by Stion and kicked out.
So, it was the innkeeper that their father met after leaving home,
He hadn’t left them to meet the innkeeper.
Even if that wasn’t the case, the child born couldn’t have been guilty.
Stachis set Stea by the neck, putting his childish self aside.
“Wow!!”
Holding Starchis’s head tightly, Stea enjoyed the high view.
“Hello!”
“Oops! Has our Stea grown taller?”
Stea still goes around saying hello to the villagers.
The villagers also smiled heartily at her appearance.
Only Starchis had a slightly dark expression in this place.
Even here she feels lonely.
Even when everyone else was happy, she wasn’t happy herself.
Walking and walking he reached the inn.
I hear people eating breakfast.
After dropping Stea off, she took Stachis ‘hand her and led him into her inn.
“Brother, come quickly!”
Brother. Stea wondered what she would think if she found out he was half-blood brother.
“Mom we are here!”
Stea led Stachis inside, raising her voice her.
The innkeeper was serving her food to the table.
And when she saw Stachis’ dark expression her, she froze for a moment.
Her expression was clear, and she spoke to Starchis just as she was.
“As expected… It was you.”
She seemed to already know who she was.
It was only yesterday that I was worried about it, but after seeing Stachis back, I was convinced.
“Starches. Right?”
“… I think we should talk.”
Stachis replied.
