Sparks sprang around the broken soul and my mother's vitality was slowly coming back. The busy wanderers attached my mother's story fragments together as if they wouldn't tolerate a single error.
“This is what happened at the time. Do you remember?”
A single portrait was painted by a large number of people. It looked like a banquet of artisans gathered to sculpt a single complete work of art. I was amazed that so many people remembered my mother.
Some gazes killed a presence. After some scenarios started, the incarnations died before the eyes of many constellations. They were exposed, peeped at and forced to follow the constellations' desires. Now, these gazes were saving someone.
“..Ah, I missed this time.”
“I don't know what I would've done if Sookyung-ssi wasn't there. Right?”
The voices of the wanderers murmured. Perhaps the entire life we lived became memories for one or two people.
[The constellation 'Scribe of Heaven' is showing pure admiration towards the landscape of the accumulated story.]
[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is greatly pleased!]
[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is pulling his hair with an unknown expression.]
[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' is grumbling while looking at his incarnation.]
Perhaps the channel inspection ended as the constellations gathered in Biyoo's channel to watch the scene. My mother was finished in front of everyone's eyes.
My mother, Lee Sookyung. The King of Wanderers, Lee Sookyung. Lee Sookyung, a former prisoner. Lee Sookyung the essay writer. These 'Lee Sookyung' gathered to make the whole 'Lee Sookyung.'
I stood still and Han Sooyoung poked me in the side. “Get out of the way, you're disturbing us.”
Certainly, Han Sooyoung had been with my mother for the past three years and probably had a stake in her story.
I nodded and slipped out of the room. The restoration of the story was almost finished and I didn't seem to be any more help. I was a bit nervous but she was a writer… she probably wouldn't ruin my mother.
I heard Han Sooyoung's voice coming from behind me. “This… did you mention it at the time? I didn't know. That's right, well…”
…Please be fine. I left the room and the party members were waiting for me.
“Ahjussi!”
“Dokja hyung!”
I hugged the two children while looking around at my companions. Jung Heewon, Lee Jihye and Lee Hyunsung tied to a bed… Everyone was waiting for my answer. Everyone seemed to know the situation, even if I didn't explain anything. Shin Yoosung asked me, “Grandmother? Is Grandmother Sookyung okay?”
“I think she should be fine. It is entering the final stages.”
Relief passed through the party member's faces at my words. Only one face was different.
“Hey, why is Dokja hyung's mother your grandmother?”
“Ahjussi's mother is my grandmother.”
“Dokja hyung isn't your father.”
I quickly patted them on the back. “Now now, don't fight. You can both call her grandmother.”
“Really? Can I?”
“Yes.”
I watched the red-faced Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung and tried to say something else, but quickly closed my mouth.
To these children, what had happened in the past three years? What did these children hear, see and talk about as they passed through dozens of scenarios without me?
“…Hyung?”
I stroked Lee Gilyoung's head for a long time and Lee Gilyoung looked up at me helplessly. Shin Yoosung, who was staring at the scene, grabbed my hand and placed it on her head.
I held the two children in my arms and told them, “I'm sorry.”
“…Yes? What for?”
“Just, for everything.”
A thick and hard wall that couldn't be broken by anything. There was no such artificial thing as the 'wall' in this world. It was a wall that someone had made with an obvious purpose. I didn't know the exact purpose behind the creation of this wall. Still, it was obvious that the 'wall' was built to protect someone.
The moment I opened my mouth, the Fourth Wall also opened it. “Swallow her. Don't leave behind even a single sentence.”
TL: Rainbow Turtle
Chapter end
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