Seeker Of First Light - Chapter 39
Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi
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Chapter 39
Even if she were to make up for this mistake, Chrys would live well regardless of the outcome. She didn’t have to do any rift missions, and no one would criticize her if she went back to the divine realm and lived comfortably and loved without having to do anything.
There was nothing to worry about.
Still, she didn’t want to.
It kept making her feel uncomfortable. It may have been pointless stubbornness to accept the Lord’s request or going to live in Sedition.
Suddenly, she started regretting everything.
In fact, Chryselua did not have great obligations like other dragons, nor did she have to constantly achieve results to live like a fairy. It wasn’t like she had to live her life paying attention to others like the devilkins.
Twilight was loved even when she stayed still. All she had to do was rely on the Lord, and she could play, eat, and live comfortably.
She didn’t know if someone else would like this.
They might even say they were jealous. However, the surrounding situation somehow only made her more frustrated. She felt like she would lose ‘herself’ forever if she continued to live with such treatment, so she came into Sedition.
After wandering around for a while, Chrys sat down near a tree, feeling so depressed that she hugged her knees.
‘I want to finish everything quickly…’
She closed her eyes. She was exhausted in an instant.
Her vision was blurry.
There was a dizzying marbling, like oil dissolved in water. When she was finally able to see something, Chryselua realized that this was a dream.
This time, what she saw in front of her was Sol Noctis.
His hair was white, his complexion was dark enough to look like a devilkin rather than a fairy, and his expression was gloomy. In addition, he kept looking at her so closely that their forehead was touching.
She had never seen Sol Noctis so broken like a living corpse with lifeless eyes on his face.
When he first met Chryselua, he had a bad childhood as a dry branch, yet he didn’t make that face. There was no reason for her to be this close to him.
As she naturally tried to move away from him, her wrist was grabbed.
[ ….! ]
He shouted, but only his mouth opened and no sound came out.
No, it seemed that she couldn’t hear.
When Chryselua tried to shake him off by applying a little more force, Sol Noctis held onto her and opened his mouth several more times.
[ ….! ]
Why was he not speaking properly to be understood?
Even if there was no sound, if this was a dream, she might be able to understand the meaning, but she has no idea. It was just a strange dream.
Chryselua glanced down at his wrist, which Sol Noctis was holding tightly.
He was holding it so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand were red. If you leave it like this, it will bruise. Rather, she felt like her heart was going to burst from unidentifiable anxiety as she continued to be held captive.
‘…Why? What is it? What’s so unsettling?’
She used even more strength to shake him off, though there was no way she could escape. After arguing like that for a while, Sol Noctis started talking again, he shouted at the same time.
Now, his throat was stinging.
Something hot and painful flowed from his eyes as well. Sol Noctis grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug.
Didn’t they despise and fight with each other? Why was he hugging her like this?
And why was her heart beating so hard that it hurt?
“…”
“Chryselua.”
“…Sol?”
“Are you okay?”
When she opened her eyes, she was met with green eyes. Sol Noctis was looking down worriedly at her.
It seemed like she woke up while sleeping because her heart was racing so hard. Chrys almost inadvertently reached out for his face, as his face was much calmer and healthier than what she had seen in her dream.
She was in his arms. She was being carried somewhere by him. Maybe she fell asleep next to the tree earlier.
Her heart was still pounding.
What she saw in her dream was so clear that she couldn’t easily forget it. She was angry, resentful, and left with various negative emotions that left her depressed. Chrys was so annoyed by Sol Noctis, who was innocent, that she stiffened her body to get off of him.
“You look really unwell.”
“….”
“Does this happen periodically?”
“Well, yes…”
“Still, I couldn’t bear it anymore because you’re sleeping in a cold place.”
However, it was not easy to show that attitude in front of someone who was actually worried for her. Sol Noctis must have been so worried about her body getting cold that he wrapped his cloak around her while carrying her.
The emotions that were shaking her subsided in an instant.
‘Yes… a dream is just a dream.’
After walking slowly for a while, Sol Noctis opened his mouth.
“…Has it gotten worse.”
When she glanced up, she saw him looking straight ahead with an indifferent look.
“From that time?”
It was clear he was referring to her childhood. At that time, it hurt to even breathe.
She never wanted Naskan to see that, and she didn’t want the busy Lord to know either. So Chrys would always secretly groan and fall asleep by herself. Then, when she woke up, this fairy was wiping her sweat by her bedside.
He was always obedient, but even when she tried to chase him away, he was stubborn.
―Does it really hurt that much when you lack magic? Does it hurt a lot?
―I wish I could be of help… Sorry.
―Chryselua, I will make sure you get healthy someday.
Why did he feel so sorry when he didn’t do anything wrong? Even though Twilight was naturally like that, she didn’t know what he was going to do when he was a dry branch that was lacking even more than Twilight.
Still, Sol Noctis was quite cute back then.
‘…There was a time when we were that close.’
Chrys smirked as he remembered those days.
‘If his personality had been a little better, he would have been doing well by now.’
Sol Noctis had now changed so much that it was difficult to remember that he used to be a dry branch. There were only little signs of fragile appearance from his childhood.
His jawline was thick. The tightly closed mouth was sturdy. His shoulders were broad, and he was strong enough to carry her like this without difficulty. Although he was not as tall as Naskan, he was also considerably tall.
He was also born with beautiful fairy looks. With the blessing of the parent tree, his magic was overflowing, and he was achieving good results in Sedition.
Perhaps, even if he had endured a moment of inferiority and were blessed when he first passed from being a dry branch, their subsequent relationship would not have changed much. It must have been a time bomb that would explode at any time.
It was much better for Sol Noctis that he quickly returned to the spirit realm after falling out with Chrys. She couldn’t even imagine how much it would have bothered him if he had been around.
“… I’m always the same. What’s the difference?”
Even Sol Noctis was different from her in the end. Apart from the discomfort in her mind, her body was really comfortable. She couldn’t believe she had to move around like this.
This fairy smelled so d*mn good.
She closed her eyes, feeling like she was floating on water.
A comfortable darkness came again.
“Chryselua.”
“….”
“Chryselua.”
“…Oh, uhng—”
“Are you going to continue sleeping?”
His words made her open her eyes. When she came to, Sol Noctis laid her body down on some soft surface. The frown made it seem like he was looking at her pitifully.
“Did I sleep again?”
“You can do that if you’re not feeling well. Are you overdoing it?”
“No, these days I feel dizzy even if I move just a little…”
It wasn’t unreasonable. Chryselua shook his head and stumbled as she tried to get up.
“Ugh…”
If she hadn’t hastily covered her mouth, she might have vomited something.
“…Wait here for a moment.”
Sol Noctis stared at her for a moment and then left.
Chrys checked his back and covered her face with both hands. She didn’t know what was going on. In particular, Sol Noctis was one of the few people she didn’t want to show this to.
‘But where is this place…?’
Sprouted branches were sticking out of the raw wooden walls. Light-filled flowers were blooming on the ceiling, and seasonal flowers were blooming on the windowsill. Unlike the divine realm, where everything was hard and large, it was a small and cozy space.
A house built with the best taste of a fairy.
Normally, she would have been pleased with the faint scent of flowers wafting from this place, but not now. The scent of flowers made her head dizzy, and she felt like she would become nauseous again if she continued to endure it.
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