- Episode 17
"......!"
It was going to be devastating. Thompson sat back down on the table in a miraculous situation where the thoughts of animals as well as people were read straight into his head.
The bottle of wine he had lost in his hand rolled over the floor. The rest of the alcohol flowed like tears and wet the floor.
Estio removed his hand from Thompson and looked at him.
"Would you mind leaving it to me?"
"......her......."
A mixture of sighs and admiration flowed out instead of an answer.
Fortunately, Thompson was surprised and terrified by Estio's abilities, but he didn't treat him like a monster.
Thompson, who had a hard time withstanding the desperate situation at the time, was about to grab the hem of his robe even if a demon, not a monster, came to him. There was no reason to reject Estio's proposal, which he had never encountered before in his life, and who had the most necessary ability for his wife's situation.
Without saying a word, he took Estio and went up to the third floor.
The room on the third floor, originally the couple's bedroom, was tightly closed with a chilly breeze. Fortunately, Thompson's wife, Thiel, simply didn't get out of the room, but she didn't lock the door or try to die. When she brought her meal, she even shared a few words while holding a spoon.
However, he was not silent about talking about his daughter Leah, who had just turned one year old, and when he tried to talk about her, he covered his eyes and covered his ears.
smart.
"Honey, it's me. A guest has arrived."
No answer came back.
Thompson opened the door with a familiar attitude and entered. Estio and Neju, who followed behind them, found a woman sitting in a rocking chair and looking at the window.
Her blonde hair in side braids swayed in the wind. Although it was cracked and brittle due to severe heartache, she had a deep and beautiful blonde color.
The air in the room was quite cool because the window had been left open for quite some time. Thompson approached, closed the half-open window, and knelt in front of the rocking chair.
"Til."
"......"
"Isn't it cold? Your hands are very cold."
Thompson, who gently rubbed his hardened hands to melt them, blinked at Estio. Estio, who was standing by the door like a warrior, approached the rocking chair and looked at Till.
Then he hardened his expression.
'A face like a piece of wood.'
Thiel had a face that was reminiscent of a piece of dry, incontinenced wood without a single bite. She was such a beautiful woman that it was hard to think that she was a mother of a child just by her appearance, but the problem with her was her eyes. She couldn't feel anything in the dark, dead sky-blue eyes.
Estio nodded at her.
"......Excuse me."
Instead of Till, Thompson nodded.
Estio buried himself in the chair and placed his hand on Til's head, who was staring blankly out the window. It was the same method I did with Thompson, but the result was markedly different.
'Quiet, too much.'
Even his powers, which were amplified when contact was made, were unable to read any thoughts. Only empty emptiness has been transferred smoothly.
As it was a situation he had never experienced before, Estio, embarrassed, began to worry.
'Should I dig a little harder? If so, how strong?'
Until now, it was common for intense emotions or memories of the other person to just flow in, even if he didn't want it.
So, he has been suppressing his abilities so as not to use them to the fullest. This was the first time he wanted to use his willpower, which he had been suppressing for a long time.
Estio, who had been in conflict for a while, began to raise the strength he had been pressing little by little. Then a black air flowed through his fingertips.
wow.
A child holding a water bottle that is too heavy for his or her strength will not be able to pour as much water into the cup as he wants at one time. If you tilt the water bottle with an unfamiliar hand gesture, it pours too little or it tilts sharply and pours like a waterfall.
Estio was likewise clumsy in using the powerful energy he contained as much as he wanted at once.
The energy that had been dangerously fluttering suddenly overflowed and poured out at some point. Thompson, who was watching from behind, gasped.
Paah.
Everyone present was enveloped in an explosive black mist. As soon as I closed my eyes, the fog disappeared.
Estio raised his eyelids, which he had closed slowly.
"What is this...?"
"What?"
Not only Estio, but also Thompson and Neju had all moved to an unfamiliar place.
It wasn't the city they lived in, Galatia. It was a remote mountain road, and baskets of herbs and firewood were piled up here and there.
A little before the season, it must have been winter when the cold wind blew, but this place had changed to summer when cicadas roared loudly. They looked around with puzzled faces.
Then, someone walked out of the narrow, shabby log cabin.
"Ugh, it's hot. I have to work in the fields until a day like this. I want to take a break today."
Seeing this, Thompson widened his eyes.
"...Til?"
It was undoubtedly his wife Thiel. But she wasn't as dry and crumbly as she had seen a while ago. She was much younger and had a clear smile, and Till and Thompson were the same as her past, which Thompson vaguely remembers.
"How could this happen?"
"...I didn't mean it, but it seems to be in my wife's dream."
Estio replied with a look of disappointment. Til in the dream, humming without seeing them, began to move her steps into her mountains.
Seeing her as she was in the past, Thompson had no choice but to admit. they have come in
"Ah~ Shall we come hang out with Huan by the river? A day or so will be enough? Hehe."
―Into Til's memory.
* * *
Thiel was the daughter of a poor farmer.
My mother, who was as warm and beautiful as the morning sun, fell ill when Til was very young and died and did not know her face. So Thiel learned to work in the fields from his childhood, helping his father.
From the time I woke up in the morning until darkness fell and my son-in-law turned dark, he worked hard in the field, but there was no money for the three of them, Til, his father, and his younger brother. At night, I had to do side jobs that were piled up inside the house. He tried to earn even a penny more by buttoning his eyes out and threading beads.
Even now, with her coming of age ceremony approaching, her life was the same. She couldn't afford to buy new clothes for her, so she had to clean up all the messy old clothes. Instead of cosmetics, she dyed it by squeezing flower petals or grass from the mountains, and used flowered branches and shamrock rings as accessories.
At home, my brother, who was always hungry, came to chop wood to make firewood, and on a lucky day, he hunted a small wild beast, which was cooked with a spicy stew, which was the best way to enjoy the supreme feast.
Thiel lived every day to support his family. But she was Tildo and she was also a girl with a lot of dreams. She dreamed of living a life that was loved as a woman by decorating her as pretty as everyone else.
And she fell in love at first.
"Til."
"Whew!"
Huan, like her, was a poor farmer who made a living plowing a small field. Doing the same job and going through the same hardships, the two quickly became close and fell in love.
However, the happy days were only until they began to develop love as boys and girls.
After the ceremony, the two began to struggle with the reality of poverty right in front of them.
Poverty held me like a swamp from which I couldn't escape.
"Sister, Huan hyung proposed to you?"
"Did Huan even tell you? He, don't worry about it. Noona hasn't married yet."
Til, who was sitting in the crumbling corner of his younger brother's question, and threading beads, answered sarcastically. Her marriage was too far-fetched for her. The future of my father and younger brother, who are now aging, took priority.
"sister......."
"We have decided to break up. I have no intention of marrying him, so I have to let him go."
Thiel rejected Huan's proposal.
However, Huan did not give up and persistently followed Thiel, trying to persuade him. Till wasn't unshakable either, but her life was too rough for her to take responsibility for everything with her love alone.
The day he refused Huan's proposal for the third time and stopped by the city to deliver a side job, there, Thiel had a fateful meeting.
"Ahh."
A man collapsed in front of Til, who was carrying a set of clothes to be delivered, causing difficulty breathing.
"Is that... me?"
Thompson, who was watching Till's memory as if watching a play, muttered blankly. It was the moment Thiel and Thompson first met.
Thiel took Thompson, who had collapsed, immediately to a senator and miraculously saved him, and the meeting caused Thompson to fall in love with Till.
Although she owed her life, she inherited her mother's beautiful appearance, and the more she grew up, the more she shined.
On the way, Thompson brought a ring made of the most precious jewels sold at Jasper's top right away and proposed to Thiel. Till was greatly shaken by the proposal of a wealthy upper-class owner, Thompson, who at a young age was leading a large business.
The life of Cinderella that everyone has dreamed of at least once.
A chance to get out of the damn poverty at once!
In the end, the pendulum of choice leaned to one side without a pulse.
Huan, who was shocked to learn of the situation late, came and prayed with tears, but Thiel firmly turned around.
"If you really want to leave me, I'll die here!"
"......die?"
"Yeah. I can't imagine life without you. Please come back, Til."
Huan came with a poisonous pesticide and threatened her. But she wasn't soft enough that Till lost to her intimidation so much that she changed her choice. She thought that Huan would never die.
"Do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you die or not. We're not related anymore."
"What? You say that now."
"When I'm done talking, I'll just go in. You'll find a good woman and live happily ever after, Huan."
If we dragged them for a long time, they only hurt each other's chest. It was the moment Til thought about that and turned around.
"......!"
A startled light flashed across the faces of Estio and Thompson, who were watching.
Hew-an took the pesticide that he thought was used for intimidation and threw it away. Because it was toxic, it was a pesticide that could melt the stomach even if you drink only a small amount.
Huan closed his eyes miserably, spitting out blood and flesh like a fountain. In front of the woman who abandoned him, he had done the best revenge he could have ever had.
It was a love that he gave up after compromising with reality, but when he met as his first love and saw the death of the man he had loved for years before his eyes, Till began to suffer from terrible trauma.
She felt herself cursed by Huan. Seeing Till's anguished face until the day of her wedding, Thompson shook her head in absurdity.
"...Til had a man he loved? I had no idea."
"It seems your wife didn't want to reveal it."
"I see. If I had known, I wouldn't have proposed so recklessly."
Complex emotions lingered on Thompson's face. He had regrets and resentment, along with sympathy and anger towards his wife.
"In the end, was it my money that Thiel chose..."
- Episode 17
"......!"
It was going to be devastating. Thompson sat back down on the table in a miraculous situation where the thoughts of animals as well as people were read straight into his head.
The bottle of wine he had lost in his hand rolled over the floor. The rest of the alcohol flowed like tears and wet the floor.
Estio removed his hand from Thompson and looked at him.
"Would you mind leaving it to me?"
"......her......."
A mixture of sighs and admiration flowed out instead of an answer.
Fortunately, Thompson was surprised and terrified by Estio's abilities, but he didn't treat him like a monster.
Thompson, who had a hard time withstanding the desperate situation at the time, was about to grab the hem of his robe even if a demon, not a monster, came to him. There was no reason to reject Estio's proposal, which he had never encountered before in his life, and who had the most necessary ability for his wife's situation.
Without saying a word, he took Estio and went up to the third floor.
The room on the third floor, originally the couple's bedroom, was tightly closed with a chilly breeze. Fortunately, Thompson's wife, Thiel, simply didn't get out of the room, but she didn't lock the door or try to die. When she brought her meal, she even shared a few words while holding a spoon.
However, he was not silent about talking about his daughter Leah, who had just turned one year old, and when he tried to talk about her, he covered his eyes and covered his ears.
smart.
"Honey, it's me. A guest has arrived."
No answer came back.
Thompson opened the door with a familiar attitude and entered. Estio and Neju, who followed behind them, found a woman sitting in a rocking chair and looking at the window.
Her blonde hair in side braids swayed in the wind. Although it was cracked and brittle due to severe heartache, she had a deep and beautiful blonde color.
The air in the room was quite cool because the window had been left open for quite some time. Thompson approached, closed the half-open window, and knelt in front of the rocking chair.
"Til."
"......"
"Isn't it cold? Your hands are very cold."
Thompson, who gently rubbed his hardened hands to melt them, blinked at Estio. Estio, who was standing by the door like a warrior, approached the rocking chair and looked at Till.
Then he hardened his expression.
'A face like a piece of wood.'
Thiel had a face that was reminiscent of a piece of dry, incontinenced wood without a single bite. She was such a beautiful woman that it was hard to think that she was a mother of a child just by her appearance, but the problem with her was her eyes. She couldn't feel anything in the dark, dead sky-blue eyes.
Estio nodded at her.
"......Excuse me."
Instead of Till, Thompson nodded.
Estio buried himself in the chair and placed his hand on Til's head, who was staring blankly out the window. It was the same method I did with Thompson, but the result was markedly different.
'Quiet, too much.'
Even his powers, which were amplified when contact was made, were unable to read any thoughts. Only empty emptiness has been transferred smoothly.
As it was a situation he had never experienced before, Estio, embarrassed, began to worry.
'Should I dig a little harder? If so, how strong?'
Until now, it was common for intense emotions or memories of the other person to just flow in, even if he didn't want it.
So, he has been suppressing his abilities so as not to use them to the fullest. This was the first time he wanted to use his willpower, which he had been suppressing for a long time.
Estio, who had been in conflict for a while, began to raise the strength he had been pressing little by little. Then a black air flowed through his fingertips.
wow.
A child holding a water bottle that is too heavy for his or her strength will not be able to pour as much water into the cup as he wants at one time. If you tilt the water bottle with an unfamiliar hand gesture, it pours too little or it tilts sharply and pours like a waterfall.
Estio was likewise clumsy in using the powerful energy he contained as much as he wanted at once.
The energy that had been dangerously fluttering suddenly overflowed and poured out at some point. Thompson, who was watching from behind, gasped.
Paah.
Everyone present was enveloped in an explosive black mist. As soon as I closed my eyes, the fog disappeared.
Estio raised his eyelids, which he had closed slowly.
"What is this...?"
"What?"
Not only Estio, but also Thompson and Neju had all moved to an unfamiliar place.
It wasn't the city they lived in, Galatia. It was a remote mountain road, and baskets of herbs and firewood were piled up here and there.
A little before the season, it must have been winter when the cold wind blew, but this place had changed to summer when cicadas roared loudly. They looked around with puzzled faces.
Then, someone walked out of the narrow, shabby log cabin.
"Ugh, it's hot. I have to work in the fields until a day like this. I want to take a break today."
Seeing this, Thompson widened his eyes.
"...Til?"
It was undoubtedly his wife Thiel. But she wasn't as dry and crumbly as she had seen a while ago. She was much younger and had a clear smile, and Till and Thompson were the same as her past, which Thompson vaguely remembers.
"How could this happen?"
"...I didn't mean it, but it seems to be in my wife's dream."
Estio replied with a look of disappointment. Til in the dream, humming without seeing them, began to move her steps into her mountains.
Seeing her as she was in the past, Thompson had no choice but to admit. they have come in
"Ah~ Shall we come hang out with Huan by the river? A day or so will be enough? Hehe."
―Into Til's memory.
* * *
Thiel was the daughter of a poor farmer.
My mother, who was as warm and beautiful as the morning sun, fell ill when Til was very young and died and did not know her face. So Thiel learned to work in the fields from his childhood, helping his father.
From the time I woke up in the morning until darkness fell and my son-in-law turned dark, he worked hard in the field, but there was no money for the three of them, Til, his father, and his younger brother. At night, I had to do side jobs that were piled up inside the house. He tried to earn even a penny more by buttoning his eyes out and threading beads.
Even now, with her coming of age ceremony approaching, her life was the same. She couldn't afford to buy new clothes for her, so she had to clean up all the messy old clothes. Instead of cosmetics, she dyed it by squeezing flower petals or grass from the mountains, and used flowered branches and shamrock rings as accessories.
At home, my brother, who was always hungry, came to chop wood to make firewood, and on a lucky day, he hunted a small wild beast, which was cooked with a spicy stew, which was the best way to enjoy the supreme feast.
Thiel lived every day to support his family. But she was Tildo and she was also a girl with a lot of dreams. She dreamed of living a life that was loved as a woman by decorating her as pretty as everyone else.
And she fell in love at first.
"Til."
"Whew!"
Huan, like her, was a poor farmer who made a living plowing a small field. Doing the same job and going through the same hardships, the two quickly became close and fell in love.
However, the happy days were only until they began to develop love as boys and girls.
After the ceremony, the two began to struggle with the reality of poverty right in front of them.
Poverty held me like a swamp from which I couldn't escape.
"Sister, Huan hyung proposed to you?"
"Did Huan even tell you? He, don't worry about it. Noona hasn't married yet."
Til, who was sitting in the crumbling corner of his younger brother's question, and threading beads, answered sarcastically. Her marriage was too far-fetched for her. The future of my father and younger brother, who are now aging, took priority.
"sister......."
"We have decided to break up. I have no intention of marrying him, so I have to let him go."
Thiel rejected Huan's proposal.
However, Huan did not give up and persistently followed Thiel, trying to persuade him. Till wasn't unshakable either, but her life was too rough for her to take responsibility for everything with her love alone.
The day he refused Huan's proposal for the third time and stopped by the city to deliver a side job, there, Thiel had a fateful meeting.
"Ahh."
A man collapsed in front of Til, who was carrying a set of clothes to be delivered, causing difficulty breathing.
"Is that... me?"
Thompson, who was watching Till's memory as if watching a play, muttered blankly. It was the moment Thiel and Thompson first met.
Thiel took Thompson, who had collapsed, immediately to a senator and miraculously saved him, and the meeting caused Thompson to fall in love with Till.
Although she owed her life, she inherited her mother's beautiful appearance, and the more she grew up, the more she shined.
On the way, Thompson brought a ring made of the most precious jewels sold at Jasper's top right away and proposed to Thiel. Till was greatly shaken by the proposal of a wealthy upper-class owner, Thompson, who at a young age was leading a large business.
The life of Cinderella that everyone has dreamed of at least once.
A chance to get out of the damn poverty at once!
In the end, the pendulum of choice leaned to one side without a pulse.
Huan, who was shocked to learn of the situation late, came and prayed with tears, but Thiel firmly turned around.
"If you really want to leave me, I'll die here!"
"......die?"
"Yeah. I can't imagine life without you. Please come back, Til."
Huan came with a poisonous pesticide and threatened her. But she wasn't soft enough that Till lost to her intimidation so much that she changed her choice. She thought that Huan would never die.
"Do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you die or not. We're not related anymore."
"What? You say that now."
"When I'm done talking, I'll just go in. You'll find a good woman and live happily ever after, Huan."
If we dragged them for a long time, they only hurt each other's chest. It was the moment Til thought about that and turned around.
"......!"
A startled light flashed across the faces of Estio and Thompson, who were watching.
Hew-an took the pesticide that he thought was used for intimidation and threw it away. Because it was toxic, it was a pesticide that could melt the stomach even if you drink only a small amount.
Huan closed his eyes miserably, spitting out blood and flesh like a fountain. In front of the woman who abandoned him, he had done the best revenge he could have ever had.
It was a love that he gave up after compromising with reality, but when he met as his first love and saw the death of the man he had loved for years before his eyes, Till began to suffer from terrible trauma.
She felt herself cursed by Huan. Seeing Till's anguished face until the day of her wedding, Thompson shook her head in absurdity.
"...Til had a man he loved? I had no idea."
"It seems your wife didn't want to reveal it."
"I see. If I had known, I wouldn't have proposed so recklessly."
Complex emotions lingered on Thompson's face. He had regrets and resentment, along with sympathy and anger towards his wife.
"In the end, was it my money that Thiel chose..."
