Chapter 91
The accessory that had once adorned her horn, which she loved because it resembled his eyes, was now beautifully crafted from the jewel she had once lost.
Carefully, Dedrick picked up a small note next to it and unfolded it.
[My dear Didi, congratulations on finally becoming an adult! From now on, only good things will come your way!
All this time, I was secretly working with the prince to give you a gift. Surprised?
This jewel means everything to me, but I want you to have it.
Because you are my everything.
P.S. I didn’t have enough to make a pair, so there’s only one. But it’s cute, so forgive me.]
“Haha.”
Dedrick burst into laughter.
He gently kissed the earring placed in the box.
“You gave me your everything.”
I wanted to give you my everything too.
He lifted the earring. The deep blue color shimmered beautifully.
Without hesitation, he pierced his ear with it. Bright red blood dripped onto his shoulder, but he didn’t care. He stood in front of the mirror.
The earring Marilyn had made for him was stunning.
With a face caught between joy and sorrow, he smiled softly.
“It’s beautiful, Marilyn.”
He gently touched the earring.
“Mary, thank you. It’s so beautiful.”
So beautiful that it brought tears to his eyes.
In the end, Dedrick broke down once more. The pain of his heart being torn apart made it impossible to breathe.
The cruel reality of having to live without her was unbearable.
The Sacred Realm
The center of the world. Or its end. Or perhaps its beginning.
Bathed in the radiant golden light of the holy sun, this was the Sanctuary, home of the World Tree.
A vast field stretched around the unimaginably large tree.
Crystal-clear streams trickled, herbivores roamed peacefully, and lush green grass and flowers flourished under the ever-abundant life force. Sunlight filtered through the branches of the tree, creating a breathtaking sight.
In the midst of this peaceful land, a man appeared.
A handsome yet weary-looking man with jet-black hair, Duke Carlos, stood before the World Tree.
Then, someone stepped out from behind the tree.
A man with long, golden hair neatly braided to one side, possessing eyes as golden as sunlight.
The strikingly beautiful man greeted him calmly.
“Welcome to World Tree.”
“I’ve come with a request.”
The man silently gazed at the World Tree, and its branches swayed gently.
“The God of Thunder has granted permission. Speak.”
Duke Carlos took out a small box from his coat and handed it over.
“Save this child.”
The golden-haired man furrowed his brows as he sensed a faint heartbeat from the small box.
“Is this not a corrupted fairy?”
“Do you truly believe this child is tainted?”
Realizing his mistake, the man quickly stepped back and apologized.
“……Forgive me. I have no right to judge.”
At that moment, a branch slowly extended toward the box. It gently caressed the container before returning to its original position.
The golden-haired man nodded.
“The God of Thunder has granted this child life.”
“……”
“I shall bring this fairy back to life as commanded by the World Tree.”
“……Please.”
Duke Carlos let out a quiet sigh of relief and left the sanctuary.
Now alone, the golden-haired man carefully opened the small box in his hands.
Inside, there were two withered roses and a pile of ashes.
At that moment, fragments of this life’s memories flowed into him. The vivid image of a child burning to death filled his mind.
The man’s expression twisted with disgust.
“Humans are truly vile creatures.”
[My child.]
“Yes. Though you say not all humans are like this, look at this child. No matter how corrupted, a fairy is still a fairy. The stench of human cruelty is so strong it burns my nose.”
The man scattered the ashes over the World Tree.
A powerful surge of life burst forth from the tree, wrapping the ashes in radiant light.
The glowing remnants slowly began forming a small shape.
The tiny form wriggled, growing brighter and brighter. When the light finally faded, a little girl, around five years old, appeared.
She had short, curly gray hair adorned with two fully bloomed roses on either side of her head. On her head, there were small, delicate horns—though, unfortunately, one was broken.
Her round golden eyes blinked in confusion as she stared at her hands.
Then, suddenly, she screamed.
“Aaaaaah! What is this?!”
“Lower your voice! This is a sacred place. Show some respect.”
“I would not have screamed right away if you had told me I was scared!”
The tiny girl waved her short arms in frustration, but it wasn’t intimidating in the slightest.
The man sighed in exasperation but remained expressionless.
Marilyn scowled at him before clumsily touching her body, checking herself.
When her fingers brushed against the horn on her head, she flinched.
“My horn…”
“Your body is not fully healed yet. The horn will regrow in time, so do not worry.”
“Heal…?”
Marilyn plopped down on the ground. She seemed too weak to support herself and leaned against the World Tree for balance.
“Where do you think you’re leaning?!”
“I’m too confused right now. I died. I’m sure I did. So what is this? And stop yelling at me! This tree makes me feel a little less panicked, okay?”
Marilyn clung tightly to the tree, her voice trembling.
“You…!”
[Enough.]
“……”
[The little fairy must be confused. We must be understanding. We will take care of this child from now on.]
The man finally took a step back.
“…Yes, Yggdrasil. Please bloom a flower.” (Yggdrasil: God of thunder)
A golden, beautiful flower bloomed on the tree and gently fell into the man’s hand. He then approached Marilyn, who was crying, knelt on one knee, and held out the flower to her.
“My name is Novembris.”
“I-I’m Marilyn.”
“Before I explain the situation, please take this flower first. It is a World Tree flower that will restore your life.”
“The World Tree…?!”
Marilyn’s eyes widened in shock, but she figured it was best to follow Novembris’s instructions if she wanted to understand what was going on. She carefully reached out and took the flower.
As soon as she touched it, the golden flower shimmered with vitality, circled around her, and then gently settled on her head, absorbing into her.
“Wow…”
She felt an energy she had never experienced before surge through her body. At the same time, she grew just a little taller.
What is all this?
I blinked in disbelief.
‘I’m sure I died.’
I could still remember Somerset’s piercing gaze as the flames surrounded me.
Yet, here I was, alive, in the sanctuary where the World Tree, Yggdrasil, existed.
“You must continue to absorb the World Tree’s energy and flowers in order to grow.”
The beautiful man standing before me was one of the World Tree’s roots. He said he would protect me—until I was fully healed and had grown stronger.
“Will I really be able to leave once I recover?”
“Of course.”
“When will I be fully healed?”
“I don’t know.”
“…Will it take long?”
“I don’t know.”
What do you even know, then?
I started feeling impatient. I had thought it was all over, but it wasn’t.
I had been given another chance at life.
I wanted to let Dedrick know as soon as possible.
I’m alive.
Now that I was no longer his weakness, I wanted to tell him that we could finally fight back and be happy together.
“Um, then can I see Didi…?”
“Didi? Are you talking about the black-haired man who played an important role in your life?”
“Yes! He’s my friend who helped me a lot! I want to see him….”
“You can’t.”
His firm rejection left me speechless.
“Why… why not?”
“Do you know why you were always summoned to the wardrobe and why no one else could see you?”
“Because I was the wardrobe monster! Oh, but I don’t understand why that crazy guy was able to see me when the wardrobe was burning…”
“You were always supposed to be visible.”
He was speaking in riddles. I stared at him, confused, so he began explaining slowly.
“The wardrobe you lived in was made from a piece of Yggdrasil. Did you know that?”
“Yeah. I remember that, but only vaguely!”
“Then you must also understand that being summoned to the wardrobe was part of your healing process.”
I nodded enthusiastically. I had a feeling that if I annoyed him, he wouldn’t explain any further, so I put on my best obedient student face and listened attentively.
“As you know, that wardrobe was made to help you heal. Because it was crafted from the sacred wood of this sanctuary, it was never meant to be touched by human hands—especially not by wicked ones. It was fortunate that Dedrick was a good person.”
Yeah. My Didi is kind-hearted.
“If everything had gone smoothly, you might have fully recovered within a year.”
“That means…”
If I had peacefully stayed in the wardrobe, I would have been able to be seen by others once Didi became an adult?
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poor mary, she could have lived a normal life if she stayed inside the closet