Chapter 92
I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, so I hesitated. Then he added,
“But since you were still weak, and the wardrobe burned down, you ended up dying right there.”
“Then how am I alive? Why am I in this sacred place?”
“Someone brought you here.”
“Who… Could it be? The god’s representative who saved me?”
“Yes. Oh, it’s time to water the tree.”
“What? We’re in the middle of a conversation!”
“Schedules must be followed precisely. You will also need to regain your strength while serving Yggdrasil. Now, let’s go.”
“You’re just going to stop explaining?”
“I’ll tell you if you follow me.”
I quickly got up and started trailing behind him. But in this small, weak five-year-old body, it was hard to keep up.
Clicking his tongue, Novembris picked me up. Even though I squirmed in protest, he was unexpectedly kind.
“Where are we going?”
“Do you see that lake? We need to fetch water from there.”
“It’s so far away…”
“If it takes too long and night falls, what do we do?”
“There is no night here, so it doesn’t matter.”
“But won’t we need a huge container to water that massive tree?”
“If you activate the magic at the lake, it will make it rain on its own.”
His sharp gaze told me to stop questioning everything.
“This place has its own rules. Don’t ask why.”
I shut my mouth, and he resumed speaking as we walked toward the lake.
“Do you know what you really are?”
“A wardrobe monster!”
I answered brightly, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“No. You’re a fairy. A race that once hid from humans and now only exists in legends.”
That made sense. I had always wondered about my non-human nature.
“So, I was a fairy all along.”
Novembris continued in his usual, calm voice.
“Flowers that bloom in the middle of war are seen as ominous by fairies. They feed on the blood spilled in battle. And you were born from such a flower.”
He pointed at my horns.
“Your red horns are proof that they absorbed blood. Normal fairies have blue horns. It’s disgusting, isn’t it? That’s why the other fairies abandoned you.”
“What? But Didi always said my horns were beautiful, like rose petals!”
“Don’t expect kindness from me. I don’t have the luxury of emotions. I simply state the facts.”
“Oh, aren’t you just so special.”
“…I now understand what ‘annoyance’ feels like.”
“Oh, you mean the thing I feel about you?”
“…”
He shut his mouth tightly.
Victory!
Even so, since the World Tree had entrusted me to him, he had a sense of responsibility.
“Still, since you’re a fairy, you must have had some abilities. Horns are the source of a fairy’s power. Even with those red horns, you should have had some magic.”
Ha! He was sulking! He spoke in a sharp tone.
But I wanted to know everything that had happened to me, so I let it slide.
“Like what kind of abilities?”
“Healing, for example.”
“Healing? Oh!”
When I was fourteen, I had healed a wound on Dedrick’s hand after he had been beaten by Somerset.
So that wasn’t just a coincidence? I actually had healing powers?
“But you could only heal small wounds at best.”
That was true.
“And there’s also fairy dust.”
The dust that had appeared when the rose was attached to me must have been fairy dust.
“Fairies born on battlefields tend to have an extreme sense of attachment. They can strongly bind what they want to themselves, like that rose.”
I quickly touched my hair.
The rose was still there. Dedrick’s gift.
I sighed in relief.
So, the reason the rose stuck to my head was because I desperately didn’t want to lose it.
“But Dedrick was able to remove it easily. I couldn’t even take it off myself.”
“Because, deep down, you wished for him to be the only one who could touch it.”
“Even more than me?”
“That’s why I say you’re an unprofessional fairy.”
An unprofessional fairy…
That was a term I had never heard before.
Without paying attention to my disbelief, he continued his half-kind, half-cold explanation.
“With your fairy dust, you could do the same to humans. You could make someone never age or die until you do. If you return to the human world, be careful. Someone will definitely try to use you for that power.”
“Oh! Then I’ll just bind Dedrick to me forever!”
“…?”
I’ll make sure we’re together for all eternity! Hehehe.
“Speaking of which, what’s a fairy’s lifespan?”
“You can easily live for 500 years.”
“Oh-ho!”
“…The way your eyes just sparkled makes me uneasy.”
“I thought you didn’t understand emotions. Why are you so good at recognizing them?”
“I don’t experience them, but I know what they are.”
Like a robot.
“So, do you also know that I was someone else before?”
“You mean reincarnation?”
Of course, he already knew.
I nodded, and he answered vaguely.
“I don’t know much about that. Only the gods and Yggdrasil do. I simply deliver their words. But whether it was before or now, you are still you.”
“I read something called a novel. In that, I was originally a villain who tormented Dedrick.”
“Sometimes, humans get glimpses of other worlds. But they usually assume it’s just their imagination. That novel you read was probably one of those glimpses.”
“Hmm…”
“It’s unlikely that the novel was identical to this world. Even when people glimpse other worlds, they often forget details and fill in the gaps with imagination.”
That was true. There had been slight differences.
‘So, I just happened to read a human’s story that described this world.’
That was… pretty fascinating.
As we talked, we eventually arrived near the lake.
He set me down and walked into the water without hesitation. Watching him, something suddenly came to mind.
That long, sleek hair, neatly braided and hanging down his back…
I grinned playfully and asked,
“Do you know what that hairstyle was called in my past life’s world?”
His wax-like face showed a slight trace of displeasure, as if he sensed something ominous.
“…I’m not really interested.”
That just made me want to tell him even more.
“They called it the ‘short-lived hairstyle’!”
“…I do not die. I am the root and child of Yggdrasil. I have dedicated my eternal life to serving it. I will never be short-lived. In fact, you yourself have lived for an immeasurable amount of time.”
“Oh wow, Grandpa.”
“…”
He was at a loss for words. Turning away, he reached out to touch a small tree floating in the middle of the lake. He closed his eyes and chanted a spell.
Mysterious words flowed from his lips, and soon, rain poured down from the clear sky.
I looked up as the raindrops landed on my face.
“You know what? The first time Didi and I experienced summer rain together, we wanted to remember it. So we collected the rain in a small bottle.”
“…”
“Didi looked so cute, like a drenched little mouse. I still can’t believe he didn’t catch a cold after getting soaked like that!”
I giggled.
By the time I looked back, he had stepped out of the lake and was now standing right in front of me.
Without a word, he gently pulled me into his arms.
“Are you crying?”
He looked down at my face and asked softly. I lowered my head.
I let the rain mix with my tears, not bothering to wipe them away.
“I want to see Didi. Even like this, I really, really want to see him.”
“…”
“Can’t you let me meet him? He must be suffering after thinking I died. Can’t I recover by staying by his side?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“The biggest reason is that the power of the World Tree flows within you.”
“And why does that—?”
“The power of the World Tree is unimaginably sacred and pure. Contact with humans, who are filled with desire, is dangerous for you. It’s different from when you lived in the wardrobe. Now, even the slightest touch from a person with ill intentions could put your life at risk.”
“…”
“This time, there can be no mistakes. If you die before you’ve fully recovered, you will never be able to return.”
In other words, my life would truly end.
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She did not just say, he has dead mom hairstyles 😂😂😂