I Wish You Well In Your Next Love, My Love - Chapter 93
Beeeep. A ringing sounded in my ears, and my fingertips grew cold.
“Miss, Miss! Are you alright? Goodness, why are you shaking so much.”
A rampage? What had Gerard’s energy been like yesterday? I couldn’t even remember. No, I hadn’t even looked at it closely. I had been so full of worries about running away that I failed to take care of what was actually important in advance.
“Ah…”
“Miss!”
My body collapsed. I felt abdominal pain as if my insides were being wrung out, and heat rushed up my spine all the way to the nape of my neck.
“Goodness, get in first! We should go to a doctor.”
I urgently grabbed onto the coachman’s clothes and clung to him. Because of the rain pouring down violently, it was hard to open my eyes.
“Please go to B, Bellota Harbor.”
“What?! Didn’t you hear me just now? Lord Castion is rampaging right now—”
“Please. I’ll give you all the money I have, so please!”
I handed the entire money pouch to the coachman.
“I’m telling you, I can’t go even if you give me a fortune!”
“Please just take me somewhere near there. I won’t ask for more. Just right before the restricted area.”
When I knelt on the puddled ground and begged, the coachman said, “Ah, damn it,” and shoved the money pouch into his inner pocket.
“I can’t go fast. Because of the rain.”
“Thank you. Thank you.”
I climbed into the carriage and hugged my cold body. The trembling of my body would not fade easily. Whether because of the cold or because of anxiety, my teeth clattered together and made a sharp sound.
The carriage that had reached the restricted area slowly reduced its speed. The wooden window connected to the inside slid open with a clatter, and the coachman’s face appeared through it.
“We’re here. I’m saying this because I’m worried, but don’t go in there. It’s dangerous.”
None of the coachman’s words entered my ears. After nodding frantically, I got out of the carriage.
“……”
At the sight spread out before my eyes, I lost my words for an instant.
The enormous harbor that had certainly been intact just yesterday had disappeared entirely. Black seawater, surging past the danger level, had flooded all the way onto land. The administrators dispatched from the temple were controlling the area all at once, and the civilians seemed to have evacuated long ago.
All I could see was a pillar of water that had risen all the way to the sky like a whirlwind, and Gerard was nowhere. Seeing that several Awakened were armed, he must still be here. Why… Why is he the only one I can’t see.
The thunderous roar I had heard from the mansion where Madam Marcella had imprisoned me had not been an earthquake after all.
“…Gerard.”
From this point on, even my memories are faint.
How I broke through the administrators and made it into the restricted area. How many people grabbed my body and tried to tear me away, I do not know. I did not care even when my skin was scraped and my clothes were torn.
Only the single-minded thought that I had to purify him, who had gone on a rampage, made me move. It was not some conviction, but a struggle closer to fear. From my face, smeared with tears and rain, torn screams poured out.
“Gerard, Gerard!”
With the extreme fear that I might lose him forever and the guilt that all this disaster seemed to have begun because of me, my whole body hurt as if it were being twisted.
“Let, go, let go of me! GERARD…!”
It was then.
The enormous seawater surged up to the height of the temple’s spire. Within the curtain that blocked my vision in an instant, the debris of buildings was buried.
“Everyone, get away!”
The hands holding me were withdrawn in an instant.
I became powerless before that awe-inspiring force that seemed about to cover the world, and I was sad too.
You should never have met me. If I had known our ending would be this futile and terrible, then at thirteen, instead of purifying you myself, I would have brought another Purifier.
From my first meeting with you to now, every choice remained as regret.
My trembling legs finally gave out. Sitting collapsed on the ground, I stared blankly at what was rushing toward me.
“…I’m sorry.”
I hoped the confession I left behind like a last word would reach him.
