Love Letter From The Future

644 – 8. Will (18)

“What about Celine? The swordsman entrusted Celine to me… The only chance of resuscitation is now.”

“What can you do if you go? Does that mean Celine will come back?”

“If you don’t try…… !”

“Again, again!”

With a bang, Leto slammed the table and stood up. The light green eyes that had lost their warmth were burning like flames.

“Would you risk your life on such a hopeless gamble?! Do you think you only have one or two lives?!”

“No matter what, I can’t throw Celine away.”

“Then she shouldn’t have abandoned her.”

Short, sharp language.

Leto’s speaking skills were the same. My words were immediately blocked by the venomous remarks that relentlessly poked at his opponent’s wounds.

“Me, yes…… ? Wouldn’t I want to save Celine?”

The voice that flows through the teeth of the jawbone trembles slightly.

She wasn’t drunk enough to turn her heart away.

I raised the bottle without saying anything. No matter how many bottles it has already, I must have passed at least two bottles.

“Leave Celine to other people. And you’re committed to therapy… That’s for the best.”

“You can save Celine without me?”

“Then can you save Celine?”

As if the argument was over, Leto drank the rest of the drink.

He turned around and told me.

“Tomorrow, I will inform people who need to know about your condition. You may not see your face for a while, so prepare to say goodbye.”

I replaced the answer by tipping my glass.

However, it was very complicated in my head.

You can save Celine without me?

So what about Emma? Celine came to visit me two days later, but did she just have to watch it from a distance?

They don’t even have information about the future.

My mouth inadvertently spewed out a word.

“Indeed, rather… ….”

“Are you going to die?”

As if he had already guessed what he was feeling, Leto asked back.

As soon as I knew it, I threw my eyes at me behind my back.

“Do whatever you want. How many people have sacrificed something to save you, and now there are countless lives on your shoulders… Do as you please, Ian.”

While doing so, Leto slowly turned around. Towards me, and one step.

“Is that your ‘responsibility’? You’re acting like you’re taking responsibility for your mistakes, but you’re wrong… You just want to ‘pretend’ to be responsible.”

The distance between Leto and I didn’t narrow any further.

Because the gap was enough for the two of us to face each other.

“Do you want to undo all your sins? If I do that, I feel like I’ve fulfilled my responsibility… No, Ian. That’s just a damn selfish and cowardly conclusion. In the end, I didn’t want to take responsibility for anything, so I abandoned my immediate duties… Risk your life at the slightest chance. Not just you, but everyone!”

“Leto.”

Leto’s excitement did not subside despite my low name being called.

It was just that one word leaked out through his teeth with a grinding sound.

“But now, since things don’t go your way, are you going to die on your own?”

Silence, stillness, whatever.

In that short amount of time, Leto’s gaze and mine collided in the air several times. Of course, I couldn’t break Leto’s will in the end.

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“…… f*ck you, Ian.”

With that, Leto turned his back again. There was no hesitation left in the steps he took, as if he would never come back.

I lifted the bottle of whiskey, hoping to get some more, but all I could do was sigh annoyed at the empty weight.

And then I realized it again.

There is no clue at all.

In the past, even small breakthroughs were seen, but not now. It feels like only a vague future remains and weighs me down.

To be honest, none of Leto’s venomous remarks were incorrect. Maybe I didn’t even know in my heart.

The fact that my choices may be irresponsible.

So, do you have the jaw to properly convince Leto?

The outlook kept running toward despair.

Do I really have to give up like this?

Around the time I brushed my face with both hands like that.

A hiccup was heard.

“Tack!”

With a girl who uses a strange tone.

Leto’s gaze, which was about to leave the room, slowly turned back. It was the same for me to direct my eyes to the source of the sound.

There sat the princess, her face flushed red.

Oops!

Me and Leto’s eyes met in midair, expressing one emotion at the same time.

“Doo, Duri… Sahoo, Saho is…… ? Anyway, hiccups! No rent!”

I was too engrossed in the debate.

I can’t believe I forgot the existence of the princess.

That was stupid. However, this was partly due to the princess. How could she pay attention to the girl who was sipping alcohol while quietly observing her? Of course, it was inevitable to get away from our consciousness naturally.

Of course, it was too late to regret it now. The problem they were facing right now was the fact that the princess was drunk.

Because the potential of a person in power who was drunk on purpose was limitless.

Mostly in a negative sense. I stopped and closed my eyes.

I never thought the day would come when I would be able to please a girl who hiccups after drinking.

But there was nothing I could do. I immediately lowered my tone, cleared my throat, and pretended to soothe the child.

“Fighting, what terrible words… It was just an exchange of opinions between close friends.”

“Eh? No, I didn’t…… ?”

The princess tilted her head with a bewildered sound and turned to Leto. Then Leto hurriedly adjusted her complexion, and put on a face like a loyalist who did not tell even an inch of lies.

It was like Leto who was good at acting as well as his smooth speech. While I swallowed a blank laugh inwardly, he continued the story without hesitation.

“Yes, it is. Majesty. We were born and raised together in a small eastern province, so it often happens like this. In our province, close friends usually have a conversation like this. I’ve been misunderstood a few times because I raised my voice. Ha ha ha… ….”

Of course it was bullsh*t.

How on earth is the culture of a region so heterogeneous? There was no way that would be the case unless it was the few tribes in the Southern Ten Kingdoms or the northerners who were famous for being riotous.

Even so, there was only one reason why Leto brazenly spoke lies.

You won’t even remember it tomorrow.

She was such a drunken girl that even her tongue was twisted. The two of us already knew from experience that it was impossible to retain memories until the next day.

“Jeongmahal? Really, Lee Han… Hiccup. What is this?”

“Yes, Her Highness the Princess. Do you not believe me?”

“Eh.”

The princess struggled and expressed denial, losing even the focus of her pupils.

Is it worth passing the situation for now?

When I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed my body.

“Sat, Tongxiang… Tongxiang is that? How, or shall we?”

These were the words the princess spat as she slapped her head on the table.

Leto and I looked at the drunken girl again. What she was saying now, there was one context that came to her mind at once.

‘Cure is impossible with conventional methods.’

My speculation that it might be an extension of that story soon turned out to be true.

“Jeonmune… Is it all? Is it… Akadehye…….”

“Are you an expert? What expert do you mean?”

“Forbidden, forbidden magic… ….”

Bewildered, Leto and I met eyes in the air.

It was the first information I had ever heard of. Why the hell did the princess not tell this story?

Leto, who was about to break through her door, immediately turned around and rushed at the princess.

“Your Highness, Your Highness! What do you mean by that? Are you an expert in forbidden magic? Isn’t that a continental feat?”

“The secret… Ugh, it didn’t work… Forbidden alcohol is dangerous… An act of rebellion against humanity…….”

“Just say something. Who is said to have used the forbidden drink?”

It was another clue that was finally discovered.

The princess, who was about to fall asleep snoring loudly, opened her mouth in a hazy voice.

“Eindel.”

With relatively clear pronunciation.

“Adri, the forbidden juice… Since it’s the Josha Hall, you must have studied and looked at it…….”

Koul.

That’s how the girl fell asleep.

Leaving information like a bomb.

My eyes naturally turned to Leto, and Leto covered his lower crown with his hands together as if to pray, perhaps to control his excitement.

How long to do that.

“…… Good.”

He said without even looking at me.

“Let’s find out. That ‘forbidden sorcery’.”

“Can my body be healed like that?”

Despite my unexpectedly pessimistic outlook, Leto did not turn his head to me.

The light green eyes deepen. In his mind, an association process that I could not even imagine must be taking place.

“Of course, the body is not healed. After all, the problem is the image. If you don’t fix the image, your body can’t be healed either.”

“Then… ….”

“What if you were forced to become a master?”

My mouth fell shut at Leto’s new alternative.

Forcing yourself to become a master?