Answer Me, My Prince

#55

Dear my daughter Cordelia.

There are two kinds of people in the world.

Someone who has enough to write a letter that's insanely long.

A person who thinks that he can go and talk at that time.

I was always the latter, but your father was the former. And I've been thinking since I was a kid, but you look much more like your father than I do. I can never understand your father and daughter, but now I have no choice but to admit it.

There are times when you have to write a letter. It's a moment when you have to run and talk to someone you can never meet. I still wonder what the hell you have to say to me like that.

What do you want to know when you grow up?

What kind of person is your dad who asks you every time?

Why did I leave you behind?

Well, I don't think I can put it all in a letter. Instead, your friend Juliet can bother you with the same story about how a frightened father and mother made you.

It rained, and the only place where summer didn't come yet was the green. I asked while drinking the warm tea that Liner brought.

"Should we have children?"

He laughed and said he wanted me to look like him, and I wanted to look like him, but I didn't say anything but his mouth. I guess that's why. You're half like me, and you're just like the personality that says everything out of Liner's mouth.

I've thought about it a few times.

If I turn back time, I'll go back to that time.

If I had to go to Windsorton, I thought I'd go back to the days when Rainer became knight Arthur Gillan.

I'll just pretend I don't know because I'll have to do everything the same so I can have you again.

I'll go outside and read as Josephine tells me. I'm going to walk next to Arthur Gillan, a knight, without knowing what they're up to. I think that's enough. If he's sitting next to me, and I can take a slow walk and spy on him secretly, I'd be happy enough if we were all alive.

But the quick-witted liner will soon ask.

"You know, Edwina."

I'll tell you.

"Yes, I know."

So we will look at each other and laugh. He hugs me, and I know him. But everything has to be the same, so I'm going to fill 99 days in silence. That way I can see you again.

There was a time when I laughed thinking about it every day.

Cordelia, do you know now? It doesn't matter if I live less than a day, so I'll have to change my mind one more time.

Maybe I want you, like a flower, to live forever without knowing how you feel.

It's a feeling that only those who lose their loved ones can know.

When my hand closed his eyes and I built his own grave, I really thought about it every day. One day, I'll raise all of Cordelia and go back to that time. You can go back and hug me again, and if that's all I've got, I'll die there.

By now, you might be angry at me for being irresponsible, but that's what I really thought so. No, actually, I don't think I'll ever wear a bracelet if I can't.

But instead, I've come to a world where Liner is already dead, without me, and without you. Where my old friend Josephine is back in Yelling's book.

At first, I was just planning to leave the bracelet.

I was going to tell you that Archina Cordelia was going to come find the bracelet someday.

But he held me back with a tearful face.

He was always silent, so he did everything I asked for, but he was the first one to put the terms on me.

"Instead of leaving a bracelet, just one, Anne."

She's never said that since she was 16, she's been treating me like a friend for the first time in a while. And he said,

"Save my child. Just go back a year, or a month."

Only then did I get a chance to be my old friend's friend for a long time and hear a hard story.

She almost took her child away by her husband, who had been confined to her room, couldn't get out of the room every day, caught the child who was getting hot, and died.

After hearing the story, it couldn't be the same as before.

Like my friend who went through it and never before.

Josephine asked me to.

"Back to a year ago. And take the child away from me. And go further into the future. So that the child can live a little longer.”

At first, I shook my head.

"I've never done that before.

"But you can do it, Edwina."

What I was worried about was Josephine, not a child who didn't even know his name. If you go back a year ago and take your child back, and bring him back to the far future, what will Josephine remember? The one who's already dead? Talk with me today? The fact that I took the baby?

I asked.

"What if your memory gets messed up?”

"I don't care."

Josephine was adamant.

"Save the child. Take me to a place where the story flows. Please raise a very talkative girl like your daughter. No, I don't care what it's become. Just keep her alive."

So I left Josephine. And I went to the Yelling house a little earlier.

I tried to persuade him, who was preoccupied with the room, and I took him away, saying I'd raise him to a talkative kid.

But I didn't have time to choose a place where the story overflows. The rest of my time was obvious, and I was in a hurry. I took the baby to the Leete monastery.

It was as quiet as ever. And when I tried to put her down at the door, Archie and her eyes met.

She didn't schedule a day when she left her child in a hurry.

Instead of calling me, he just hugged the kid.

And he shouted out loud and called the monks together. I shook my head when I saw a child wake up surprised by the sound.

But I thought about it.

She's gonna grow up happy.

Then my old friend will be happy too, and one day she will tell you everything. How reckless your father was, how late I realized his love, but how much we loved you.

She'll always find my child and give you a bracelet by then, smiling, as she knows how to talk to her.

Cordelia, then what you have to do is set.

Put the bracelet I prepared for you on your left arm.

And hold your left arm with your right hand.

Grab it and go back to the world I had for you.

Where we lived happily ever after.

No, if you like this place, you can stay.

If you can live happily in the world of the person you love.

Either way, the choice is yours.

Whatever you choose, always smile when you meet someone.

You say thank you when you're handed over.

Say sorry when you refuse a favor.