People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

"No need, I'm not a child anymore, I won't be afraid of being alone."

However, she spoke cheerfully.

"You who never cared about anything in the past actually want to die with me now. It seems that after being influenced by me in the past few years, don't you become quite romantic?"

"......Um."

Another word of convention.

Let the woman smile bitterly again.

"It's hard for me to make a joke to ease this sad situation. Why are you still like this? Even if I'm about to die, you don't have to deliberately accommodate me. After all, after getting along for the past few years, no matter what you say, I basically don't care. will be angry."

"Ah."

"It's really not allowed to "follow me, otherwise Yura will be very lonely."

"You know, I'm not in—"

Before that, a cold finger sealed his lips, and ocean-like dark blue pupils looked seriously into his eyes.

"Don't say it, I will be angry."

"......it is good."

Geralt's tone remained calm.

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Now, do you regret your choice? Do you regret standing by my side and entering the family named Lawrence?"

Choose someone who doesn't love you, who won't cry for you, who can't even give you a smile——

Do you regret it?

"Well... maybe a little bit. After all, after adding Lawrence to the name, it is difficult to buy things normally. Everyone will avoid me when they see it. Some friends in the past have also lost a lot because of this. Without contact, the old people's house inside is suffering from illness every day, and the whole family is like a time bomb that will explode at an unknown time."

She looked out the window, and saw that the remaining three leaves on the tree were blown off one by one under the strong wind, and flew to a more distant place with the wind.

"To be honest, I don't like this kind of home, but I have never regretted what happened back then. Choosing to stand by your side, I think it must not be [wrong]."

"so--"

The palms were lightly stacked on his hands, obviously there was no warmth, but it didn't make people feel cold.

"When I'm with you, I live a very happy life."

Geralt felt the freezing temperature in silence.

No question.

Did not continue to ask.

He just said so.

"That's it."

The dark clouds outside the window began to flow thunder, and the tiny raindrops grew bigger little by little, hitting the roof and walls with a crisp sound.

"It still hurts now."

"Well, it hurts, it hurts so much that I almost cried."

"Then why don't you cry?"

"Haha, how can I let my family see my ugly expression at the end? My endurance is very strong. I won't let you see me crying until the end."

Seeing her usual smile, Geralt took her hand lightly.

"Even if I don't care?"

"Even if you don't care."

She continued speaking.

"Tears are such a convenient thing that you can wash away the pain and sadness together when you shed them, but you will know sooner or later when you grow up that there are some great sorrows in life that cannot be washed away by tears, some precious pains, It cannot be washed away with tears."

"That's why a really strong person laughs more when he wants to cry; he embraces all the pain and sorrow in his arms, and then smiles even so, and walks with important people."

"This is what my father said to me before he died. It is the last and best gift he left me. I have been engraving it in my heart for decades."

Geralt looked at her eyes, which were beginning to darken with the dark clouds, and lowered his head in the dimly lit room.

"Then you're stronger than me."

The genius of Lawrence declared his defeat so calmly.

He neither weeps nor smiles.

The origin of oneself is the end, and there is no way to get closer.

Schubert pursued the victory that he couldn't find all his life, and it was easily obtained by this dying woman.

"Yes, because you are very fragile."

The raised palm gently stroked the cold face of the genius in front of him.

Everyone thinks that he is an invincible genius, but only she can understand Han Bing's weakness.

He is a weightless person, if he can't hold the "thread" that supports his weight, he will easily float into space and disappear.

The people around him were always looking forward to it, but they never thought of getting close just because they felt cold looking at it.

"Geralt, live for me."

"...It's kind of hard."

Hearing his wife's words, he uttered those words for the first time in his life.

People can die for what they believe in, but it is difficult to live for what they believe in. The difference between the two is like going up a mountain and going down a mountain.

"You must be able to do it, because you are a genius and my family."

Her smile was like the sun rising from the sea level in the dark, more noble and dazzling than anything she had seen before.

"My wish is entrusted to you, please raise that child to make me smile."

She is better than us and stronger than us, making her a strong person who can smile in the face of suffering.

If she wants to go outside in the future, let her go without protecting her too thoroughly.

Only those who know pain can become strong.

If she is sad, please hug her more and smile more.

Then, witness her happiness with my eyes.

"Finally, there is one more word."

She smiled and slowly closed her eyes, and whispered softly like a good night before going to bed.

"Ich liebe dich (I love you)."

Even if you don't cry or smile for me, you are still my most important love, thank you for the gift you gave me.

Thank you for my home.

The rain fell, the leaves withered, and someone fell asleep peacefully.

Just moments, bit by bit...

temperature, disappeared.

Just like the snowflakes given by God are fleeting, the more beautiful something is, the easier it is to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Geralt still held that cold hand, and remained silent for a long time without separating.

"...well, I hear you."

The sound echoed through the room, and Geralt let go of his grip.

He didn't lose control and cry bitterly, he didn't roar or roar, he stood up so calmly.

Gently covered her with the quilt, tidied up the messy long hair, smoothed the movements of her hands and feet, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and finally kissed his wife lightly on the forehead.

Close the window and turn to leave.

He quietly closed the door and walked towards the rainy courtyard.

Walked in the rain and picked a Cecilia flower that she had grown.

Then it paused for a while, then continued to move forward.

The shadow guard who had been following behind him was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"My lord, where are you going?"

In the rain, the ice-like figure looked up at the clearness at the end of the sky covered by dark clouds, and spoke calmly.

"...to a brighter place."

The black umbrella was propped up behind him, but he was stopped when he stepped forward.

"No, you go and arrange things later, I...will get in the rain for a while."

"Yes."

The rain drenched her long hair, falling drop by drop from her cheeks, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

The pure white flowers in the hands are constantly hit by the rain, but they are more delicate and beautiful under the reflection of the wind and rain.

Geralt reached out his hand to gently catch a drop of rain, and put his palm on his mouth expressionlessly.

Then put it down and continue to watch the rain that I don't know when it will stop.

The pure white bouquet in his hand still stood upright in the rain, and the icy blue god stared at him who did not know when to appear, quietly wrapped by the flowers like a fruit.

He seemed to be talking to himself, speaking softly.

"Rain...smells like salt."

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Chapter 287: The broken photos are engraved with the traces of the years

"So, come out for me."

The bleeding palm sank deeply into the black resentment, and directly pulled out Schubert who was wrapped in it.

And as the core was taken away, the black dragon in front of him also gradually dissipated, leaving only the artificial man still wearing Geralt's face calmly on the ground.

"Nice job."

He even made a heartfelt compliment.

For the strong who can overcome the impasse that ordinary people cannot overcome, praise is a matter of course.

The logic of the artificial human is quite simple.

And Schubert, who collapsed on the ground, looked at his blood-stained brother, and spoke flatly and self-deprecatingly like a withered plant.

"Haha, I still can't compare to you. In the end... I couldn't make you look me in the face."

This life is really worthless.

No matter how hard he tried to struggle, he still lived like a clown.

I don't know how to describe the moth chasing the light, and in the end only the charred body is left, which is really a realistic and appropriate ending.

Geralt looked at him, calmly and suddenly said something strange.

"If all you wanted was a win, you'd already beat me."

"...Ha, what do you mean? You still have to pity me now."

"Do you remember that painting exhibition?"

As if being poked at a sore spot, the already paralyzed body clenched the palm tightly again.

"How could I forget it!"

On that day, the defeat on that day made him lose everything.

How could it be possible to forget——

"The winner of that match should have been you."