You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 464

Surprised even if comprehensive of the father’s sayings, Marianne continued to attempt some other way solely for the father’s sake... yet to her attempt...

"... H-However, father-"

"No... This kindness you still carry in yourself even after all you have suffered... do not let it cloud the cleverly you own, sweetie." — Orland answered strictly even if pained. — "This is not something you should feel any sense of guilt, concern or gentleness for. Your siblings will have to face the consequences and you are to stay at ease no matter what it is that happens. Telling what happened is not for you to feel sorry about... therefore, enough of this search for excuses."

"..... Alright... You are right, dad... If Eli was here she would hit me enraged if I were concerned about it, haha..."

"... Apparently she had quite a character. Yet a wise one, for I agree... Of course without the hitting."

"Haha~ Eli would have been sarcastic about it, father. She had quite a particular kind of humour."

"You don’t say..."

"Eli used to find fun in little matters... for example when she requested Pokachin to be made-... fufu~ oh goodness. Such a name she gave it hahaha~"

"Ah... haha, Indeed I wonder how she came up with that~ to even give it a name surprised me."

"Yes! She had many odd ideas, Father! Whenever she liked something others said she would act shy and say things such as "Praise me more" or "This person has a good eye~" or "D*mn right"-!? Ah... I- I apologise, such is not a proper word to say..."

"Hmm... did she have a mouth? Did she say it often?"

"Uhm... n-no...? O-only sightly...? It was different, uhm... s-she would say it more like... uhm... ’dayu~um’..."

"... dayum?"

"um... y-yes..."

"... I see... interesting..."

"... Eli is a nice girl, father..."

"? Of course she is. Strong also. After what you have told me, if she was able to find a laugh even while in distress, Elizabeth cannot be a bad child... Yet I would like her to not say bad words... my daughters are delicate flowers."

"... I am glad father knows about her now."

"As well as I am... I hope I can meet her one day again..."

"Yes..."

Relishing in the peace the conversation about Elizabeth gave the two, the daughter’s head came to support itself in the father’s shoulder, resting as no more needed to be said...

"... Having talked this much... may I now let the physicians come, sweetie? You still need a check up... Zeleskiaz has probably sent word already yet I do not want to force you."

"... uhm... yes... It is alright... h-however, Father... Now that this is being mentioned..." — Timid, Marianne raised from his shoulder, wishing to request his aid. — "Could you tell the physicians to come in... yet make it so the Crown Prince remains at a certain distance...? I... I am not prepared to talk with him yet..."

"... It is not a problem for me, however... why do you ask this, dear? The crown prince... even though I dislike his shamelessness and- Ouf never mind, let us not talk about this father’s bitterness..." — Orland said wanting to talk well even if displeased by the Prince’s character. — "Nonetheless, if not because he was reluctant to accept your death, a funeral could have been held, Marianne."

"... what?"

"... Although he noticed you were not breathing and all of us fell into sorrow believing you had... died... Zeleskiaz said ’what if it is her condition making it seem like this’... if not because I was also desperate for hope, Deslys and Talmhach would not have checked on you as thoroughly to learn it was indeed like he said."

The wide eyes of the daughter were then met by the father, who sighed resigned to what could be an inevitable future when seeing the conflicted blush and delight concealed in a troubled Marianne. And his demeanour softened, understanding that something had happened between them yet was not to ask... in the meantime.

"... Like I did, he never left your side, sweetie... I hate his guts... yet sincere he has been."

"... Do aid myself this time, father... I promise it will solely be this once... I am to talk to him later..."

"Alright." — To his quick agreement, she softly smiled, lowering her head to request something else.

"Also... I believe it would be wise to keep my voice a secret... Uhm... Could you also..."

"Do not worry. Leave it all to me, lovely bird... I will do as you wish, so be at ease."

A kiss on the forehead was left on the daughter, and as requested Orland did, dismissing any vulnerable hint he showed Marianne once crossing the door where the Physicians and Prince awaited as foretold.

She was checked by the physicians... and Zeleskiaz was cleverly restrained from visiting because of the request of a Father to let the Lady rest.

And such false rest... would truly come for the child... for truth had been told, a wish had been heeded... and so... our word was to be kept.

The one we misled given the wish of the one who was born from our realm... would soon finish her travel through a life she lived and the life she left.

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The guys from Izeneya were not very clear in their explanation of the conditions after all...

When saying I would learn what I left behind... I didn’t think it would mean that I would make a speed run of my whole life... I already learned that in the flesh... so why in the world would I want to live it once more? Was it perhaps to let me know this is really it? That after this, I’m dead for real?

... well dayu~um... that’s not very nice, I think.

I don’t know how space and time worked in this place, but my whole life had been going as if at a common pace... but somehow fast, since it apparently shows the important events I lived.

Events like the time I fought my brothers over the neighbour’s bike we stole... or like the time I understood I wasn’t a many friends person since at school some started bullying me quite cleverly... or at least I thought they were clever but turns out I was just too innocent to tell their jokes weren’t clever at all...

’I was just stupid... How is being pushed around a game?? Freaking young Elizabeth beat them up a little, d*mn it.’ — I thought as I saw my younger self laughs uncomfortably while the bullies I met at school practically harassed me shamelessly for the millionth time.