Chapter 169 – 169. Family time
Let’s talk.
Deius realizes his situation because he can’t even remember how long ago it was that he heard those words.
To put it in a good way, do whatever you want, but to put it in a bad way, the family gave up on Deius, who was just living.
Darius only occasionally repeated, as if warning, not to cause accidents and to marry a girl from the Bright family.
Deia didn’t even give him a single glance and immediately got angry and disgusted if they happened to be in the same space.
When I remembered how emotionally and decadently I had responded to Deia’s reaction at the time, regret as sharp as sand came flooding back to me.
“Is your right hand okay?”
It was the beginning of what could have been a cliché question. Deius’ right hand, of which there is no trace anymore.
Deius nods bitterly as he looks at the empty space.
“It’s just a little tingling now.”
There was another moment of silence in response to the answer, but Darius eventually continued asking the question again.
“You are the real Deius Verdi.”
“… … uh.”
The answer was short, but the difference between Kim Shin-woo and Kim Shin-woo was already clearly felt by that alone, so Darius let out a bitter sigh and rubbed the corners of his eyes with a thick hand.
“Yes, somehow I thought it changed too suddenly.”
Darius has already heard the entire situation from Deia. Even Deia couldn’t guess how he would react, so for now, she keeps his mouth shut and watches the situation.
“You already… … “Are you dead?”
A question that falls heavily.
Just that one word was so sad that tears welled up in my eyes.
“Uh, uh… that’s right.”
A crying voice coming out.
A sigh filled with self-reproach as to why his situation had come to this.
“why?”
A calmness that is uncharacteristic of Darius.
No, it was pathos and sadness disguised as a mask of calm.
“Mo, I don’t know. About before going to sleep… I also did it. Drinking alcohol and… … .”
Several reasons are listed.
Looking at it like this, I felt like it was a blessing that I didn’t die until now.
The more Darius heard those words, the darker his expression became.
“… … .”
After hearing all the reasons that were given out frantically, Darius couldn’t even sigh. He just lowers his head and looks at the floor with his shadowy face.
Then, naturally, I turned my attention towards Deia.
“Why did you hide it from me?”
“You know what to do.”
“what?”
Deia, with her arms crossed, did not back down even when dealing with Darius, who was unable to hide his anger.
“If I tell you that, will he come back? You’re the one left behind anyway. But you can make it seem like you’re not behind. “You don’t know how much trouble we’ll be in if we tell the Bright family that he died, right?”
“Deia!”
The veins on Darius’ forehead popped out and he scolded Deia for saying something she shouldn’t have said, but Deia still didn’t back down.
“what! You liked it too! That idiot! He’s not my family, and he’s not my brother! “And yet he cared for me more than his brother!”
“… … .”
“Whether he was on drugs, drunk, or emotional. “More than that f*cking guy who made women moan and make the house cry every day, saying he wanted to have s*x with his blood!”
Unable to hold back her anger, Deia clenched her fist and raised it high, but slowly lowered it again, as if suppressing her emotions as much as possible.
“It was much, much better.”
Head bowed low.
Teardrops falling down below.
With tears soaking her feet, Deia sobbed like a child.
“돌려내, 개새끼야. That person. My real brother… … “Give it back.”
“… … .”
“You came to help? For that person? Don’t be a jerk. “I had gradually forgotten about it, but when I look at your face, the good things come to mind before the unpleasant and disgusting things.”
Deia glares at him with red eyes, wiping away her tears.
“I don’t need a bastard like you.”
I couldn’t even come up with any answer.
Because Darius knew how much stress she had been under.
In fact, it was safe to say that Deius created her kind of male hatred.
In the past, Deius would have immediately sworn at him and spouted even more obscene remarks.
He slowly got off the bed, knelt down, and put his head on the ground.
“sorry.”
“… … !”
Deia’s eyes are shaking. Because the Deius he knew was never a person who would kneel down and apologize to others.
But the threshold of death.
Accept your own end.
Deius, who made a decision for others only at the end as he was seen off by Kim Shin-woo, has changed a little.
“Ji, Lal.”
However, it was natural to ask whether the victim could accept it, but it was not.
Gritting her teeth, Deia tried to vent her anger again, but Deius’ voice echoed through the room through the floor.
“I am already dead. “But before you leave, let me do something for my family.”
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“… … .”
“The reason I’m here right now is for the person you wanted.”
“Ssi… … foot.”
I want to tell you to f*ck off right away, but I can’t. I don’t know what Kim Shin-woo is doing, but it must be serious enough to reawaken Deius, who was already dead.
I know with my head, but I don’t understand with my heart. Anger hit her head to the brim.
“you… … .”
Deia slowly cups her face with both hands and holds her head high, hiding her tears.
“The hurt you gave me will never go away.”
I was hurt so much.
Because we were so close as family, those sharp words and actions flew by with nowhere to escape.
The deep wound created in that way was the kind that could never be healed.
“But on top of that.”
Over those deep wounds.
New voices and memories are added.
– Just give me 5 minutes every day.
It all started when he asked for 5 minutes to show himself that he had changed.
– It’s the opposite. I took over Deius’ body.
A man who revealed his identity without the slightest hesitation when asked not to lie.
– He was a pitiful person, but he was not a person to be pitied. Still, he ultimately left regretting his life.
He told me about the real Deius Verdi’s end, but his words also contained consideration for him.
– You may not want to, but I will try to become an older brother that you will be proud of.
Does he know?
I actually treasure the teddy bear keychain that I received when we had a meal together at Gray Pond.
“Because that person’s memories were covered. I’m like you. “Without forgiveness, hatred, or denial.”
“… … .”
“I’ll forget it. “That’s how I get over the past.”
That alone.
Deius was grateful, but he did not say it out loud.
He didn’t deserve it, and Deia probably didn’t want to hear the answer either.
An end to an already distorted relationship.
Seeing each other come up with their own answers, Darius feels complex emotions, but slowly approaches Deius and places a hand on his shoulder.
“What you did to Deia is definitely unforgivable.”
“… … .”
Darius slowly raised his head and made eye contact with Deius.
“But I couldn’t say I was responsible as the eldest son for what I did to you.”
“older brother.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t lead you down the right path.”
Even though he is the eldest son, Darius looks back on the past that he ignored, saying that he does not want to see his younger brother ruined, and offers an apology.
“Ugh!”
Deia slowly walked away as she watched her eldest son hug his younger brother who was crying.
Even though the relationship between himself and Deius had come to an end, he had no intention of getting in the way between his eldest son Darius and Deius.
Deia comes out, leans against the wall next to the door, and waits for a moment with her arms crossed.
If it were Finden Eye at a time like this, it would have had a piece of tobacco in its mouth.
As I was crossing my arms, thinking that it would be a good way to kill time, Darius came out of the room.
He pauses for a moment when he sees Deia, but immediately realizes what she was waiting for.
“So what are you going to do?”
“What do you mean?”
Deia’s brow furrows at the response she already knows.
“Don’t imitate him.”
“Hmm.”
Darius, who was immediately caught imitating Kim Shin-woo, cleared his throat awkwardly and turned his head, while Deia continued to ask questions.
“It doesn’t matter whether you acknowledged him as your younger brother or not. “I have only one second brother.”
“… … .”
“Even if you don’t admit it.”
At Deia’s bold declaration, Darius looks down at her for a moment, smiles, puts his hand on her head, and pats her.
“what are you doing!”
Deia was clearly irritated by the sudden touch and grunted, but she didn’t push the hand away.
“No, that’s funny.”
“what.”
“I can’t believe I’m getting another younger brother at this age.”
“That means… … .”
“Why are none of my brothers ordinary?”
Darius, who took his hand off Deia’s head, responded with a happy smile.
“If I were even half as similar as you, I would have less to worry about.”
Darius leaves a firm word and returns to his office.
It was my first time seeing Deia from behind.
“We are family.”
I thought it was reliable.
After a while.
“De, Deia! How do I do this?!”
If it weren’t for the fact that he had brought an invitation from the Clark Republic to his office in a flashy manner.
The eldest son must have thought he could be trusted now.
“How can you not set the tone for half a day?”
“Keu, keuhm!”
Darius cleared his throat and pretended not to hear, but Deia snatched the Republic invitation and checked it.
“A banquet for a peace agreement?”
A banquet to mend the broken relationship between the Griffin Kingdom and the Clark Republic.
An invitation to Deius Verdi, a memorial artist who cannot be left out in this event.
After seeing this, Deia feels a headache building up in her head.
“Why don’t you send this to the royal family and send it directly to us?”
“You probably thought Deius was dead in the first place?!”
What Darius said is correct. This invitation with a bizarre meaning felt like it showed a side of the Clark Republic.
“Ha, contact the royal family right away. “It seems like the Republic bastards are trying to pull some kind of trick.”
“I get it!”
“And some! You bastard! “If you looked so cool just now, shouldn’t you make an effort to maintain that image for at least a day!?”
The last one was Deia, who was pouring out her complaints, but Darius had already turned his back and walked out, ignoring the cries.
“Ugh.”
It does not give you time to continue your personal, complicated worries. Deia looked down at the banquet invitation held heavily in her hand and closed her eyes tightly again.
Attention is focused on Griffin and Clark from all over the continent.
Ignoring this would be like ignoring the hand of peace that was first bowed on the other side.
‘But there can be many benefits to just attending.’
I don’t know what the Clark Republic’s plan is, but they’re the first to come in with their heads down.
It could also make other countries think that the Clark Republic had acknowledged their mistakes.
‘The part that’s unclear.’
During this period, they suddenly bow their heads and hold a banquet.
Moreover, the invitation was sent directly to the Verdi family, not to the kingdom.
They also invited Deius Verdi, who was probably already thought to be dead.
Deia, who disapproves of all that, catches her eye on the phrase written at the end of the invitation.
I don’t know when it was written down.
The fact that it is written in elegant cursive gives a strange sense of pressure.
– Please return the items you took.
“thing?”
Deia pondered for a moment, wondering if she had brought anything, but immediately frowned.
I almost made the mistake of crumpling the invitation.
“Do you want the saint’s left hand back?”
Deius was demanding the return of the left hand of former saint Stella, which he retrieved at the risk of death.
“ha.”
Deia, recognizing that the situation is becoming complicated, sighs.
To put it bluntly, Deia’s personal impressions of the Clark Republic are honest.
It sucked though.
From the Griffin Kingdom’s perspective, they could not leave the Clark Republic in a hostile position.
Through the Marias Great Forest incident, we learned that the desert kingdom of German is also targeting this area.
Since there is a possibility of being attacked from both sides, Griffin’s first priority is to regain a neutral position with Clark.
In that case, it would be better to just coolly return the left hand, go to the memorial service, attend the banquet, and ask each other to go peacefully.
the problem is.
“Haaaaa!”
Isn’t the current Deius Verdi a memorial priest?
“You can’t ask that idiot to go to the Republic!”
Just the presence of Deius Verdi, who is thought to be dead over there, at the banquet would be enough to deal a blow.
“You son of a bitch.”
Leaning on the back of a chair and looking at the ceiling, Deia mutters with longing.
“When will you come?”
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