Episode 281 Things Money Can’t Buy (3)
What Pomerian said about running out of time was true.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu…
Before I knew it, a large door appeared in front of the couple Juliet and Romeo.
death door.
The door was so large and heavy that it seemed incredibly difficult to open it once and close it once.
So, once opened and once closed, there is no turning back.
Romeo looked back at Juliet with a sad expression.
Juliet also cries and looks at Romeo.
[Didn’t I tell you before? I’ll follow you wherever you go.]
That night when it rained. promise the two of you made.
Romeo wants to go to the place where the dead should go, and Juliet wants to follow him.
at that time. Damian intervened between the two.
“No! No! That’s absolutely not possible!”
Damian screamed like a fit.
“Juliet! You are still alive! How can you follow the dead!?”
Then Juliet answered in a sad voice.
[My father said the same thing that night.]
Upon hearing his daughter’s words, Damian took a half-step back as if shocked.
Then I saw it. That night he had said something similar.
‘Juliet! You are the heir to the bourgeoisie! How can you get involved with someone who doesn’t even know the basics!?’
Damian, who had lost his memory of that night, stuttered his excuses.
“This isn’t the case! If it’s marriage, I’ll allow it! You ugly father is all wrong! Admit it! But this… this isn’t it! Romeo is already dead! You’re alive!”
[It’s just ‘yet’.]
“What what?”
Juliet met Damian’s eyes with a sorrowful gaze.
[If this person doesn’t exist, I’m as good as dead.]
“Daughter!”
[It’s the same no matter how many times you say it. Even if I wake up again, I won’t change.]
At those words, Romeo caresses Juliet’s face with a sad expression.
Juliet also put her hand on the back of Romeo’s.
Damian groaned in dismay.
“Daughter, aren’t you a living spirit? They said that living spirits cannot go to the underworld. Your body is still alive and connected by a strong string. Even if you don’t know Romeo, who is already dead, you can’t cross the threshold of death…” Moment
. Damian stopped talking. Then, as if struck by lightning, he raised his head and looked at Juliet.
“Lord Juliet. You can’t…?”
[…]
Then Juliet raised her teary eyes.
Within. She knelt before her father.
[father. Please let me go now.]
Everything was the same as that night.
‘I’ve been listening to what my father has to say.’
[She was a proud daughter who had never let her father down.]
‘So, just this once.’
[Can’t you just let me go on my own just once?]
Damian couldn’t tell whether the voice that was ringing in his ears was from the past or the present.
However, only the tears that I thought had dried up a long time ago continued to pour out.
“…Ah, that’s right. I crossed a river of no return. Yes, that’s how it was.”
The moment I heard my daughter’s voice, I was mistaken for a moment.
that everything can be restored to its original state.
However, it was an absurd illusion that he had not yet properly felt the weight of his mistake.
And now. Realizing the reality, Damian felt the true weight of what he had done.
“What are you going to do?”
Bikir asked briefly.
Damian asked in a hoarse voice.
“……Time. How much is left?”
“About thirty minutes.”
It was really short of time.
After thinking for a few seconds, Damian nodded.
Then she ran quickly and shouted as hard as she could to the servants on the other side of the door.
“Prepare for the wedding!”
* * *
Wedding preparations were simple but quick.
The only people there are Juliet, the bride, and Romeo, the groom. Damien on the Honju side.
And according to the family law that relatives cannot officiate, Bikir officiated.
The Pomerian took on the role of holding the hem of the bride’s dress and receiving the bouquet.
Bikir put on the plague doctor mask once, then stood on the podium and spoke briefly.
“Always. Keep in mind that I am there for you, not you for me. Live well as you have lived.”
Contrary to the several-hour officiating ceremonies usually held by high-ranking aristocrats, a lot of things were omitted, but all the essentials were included.
Juliet and Romeo look at each other and smile with tears.
And soon the bride and groom kiss.
Damian, who was sitting alone in the horn seat, wept as he watched it.
yet. He said
,
looking at his daughter’s soul.
“Have a good life.”
at the same time. He picked up the pillow next to him.
Where Damian’s eyes were directed, he saw Juliet’s body lying on the bed and breathing quietly.
“Live well. Daughter. You must live well.”
trembling hands. Damian’s hand gripped the pillow.
He pressed the pillow in his hand against Juliet’s face.
You didn’t even have to apply a lot of force.
Juliet’s body, which has been weakened by lying down for a long time, just lies down without any resistance.
It was just that the small breathing sound that seemed to be cut off was getting smaller and smaller, and soon even that was no longer heard.
Chuuk…
Juliet’s body stretched even more weakly.
Then, a change took place in Juliet’s life.
Her body became more defined. And at last I could hear what Romeo was saying.
[oh my god! Romeo! I can finally hear you!]
Juliet smiled broadly as she was embraced by Romeo.
yet.
Juliet and Romeo stand before Damian.
Romeo bowed ninety degrees and greeted Damian.
Juliet also bowed her head slightly to show her respect as a noble lady.
[father. We’ll live well.]
“…How can things that are already dead live?”
Damian murmured in a low voice.
The red bloodshot eyes are already full of tears.
Dang-dang-dang-
The bells of the grandfather clock chime twelve times, announcing midnight.
After Juliet and Romeo said goodbye to Damian, they held each other’s hands and crossed the carpet to the door of death.
at last. The bride and groom have crossed boundaries.
The line of the other side that separates this world and the next world. I opened the heavy door of death and crossed the high chin and left for a world of only the two of us.
…thud!
The heavy, dull door closed as if it would never open again.
Death and life, the afterlife and this world are disconnected.
…
Silence, as calm as in a grave, weighs down the hall.
Damian shook his head and muttered.
“…Be happy. Daughter. Be happy. The two of you must be happy there. Must be.”
His face was contorted and hardened. The restrained tears dripped thickly and dripped onto the red carpet.
……just then.
bang!
The door of death suddenly opened with a loud roar.
[Dad!]
Juliet, who had kicked out the heavy door, was poking her head this way.
[Hi Dad! hi! love you! I really love you! See you again someday!]
Juliet was crying.
She was crying really loudly and calling for her father with a brilliant smile that I had never seen before.
at the same time.
…thud!
The door of death has finally closed completely.
It faded as slowly as it appeared, and soon disappeared from everyone’s sight.
and.
With a thump,
Damian knelt down in his seat.
And I opened my nose and mouth wide.
“Huhhhhhhhhhhhh-”
That serious expression completely collapsed.
Tears from the eyes, runny nose from the nose, and saliva dripping from the mouth, completely messed up.
He leaned against the bed on which his daughter’s body was lying and sobbed for a long time.
“…”
Bikir just stood still.
A Pomerian came and stood next to Vikir.
“Samchun. Why do you look up to that old man?”
Then Vikir looked into Pomerian’s face.
“I don’t know either.”
“Is this something that even Samchun doesn’t know?”
At Pomerian’s words, Vikir turned his head again.
‘If death separates us, I wanted to be together even behind the scenes.’
Why? A woman’s face comes to mind.
Bikir opened his mouth in a low voice.
“I don’t know, of course.”
“If you don’t know, they say you have to learn!”
“Um. Originally, I didn’t really want to learn…”
When the Pomerian made a puzzled expression, Vikir looked away.
And he spoke briefly.
“I don’t know if it would be bad to get to know them once.”
Right then.
Damian, who had sobbed for a long time, raised his head.
Bikir waited patiently for him to recover some of his emotions.
Eventually, Damian raised his head and asked, seeing Bikir standing like a ghost near Juliet’s bed.
“…Are you really a living person?”
“If it’s a dream, dream it alone. It’s time to pay your bills.”
Vikir resolutely awakened the reality.
Damian nodded his head.
“Yes. Now I will have to pay for the transaction. But before that, I must tell you something.”
“Something?”
“Thank you.”
It was sudden. Damian bent his waist ninety degrees toward Vikir.
After a moment of silence, Damian raised his head and continued.
“Thanks to you, I was able to let my daughter go. You completely let go.”
It was an ambiguous situation as to whether she had sent her marriage book or to the afterlife, but it was true in either case.
Damian smiled and said.
“Haha. Now that I’ve sent my disobedient daughter somewhere, I feel very relieved. I’m happy too. Aren’t weddings and funerals all the same? Originally, marriage is a grave.”
“Wipe your face and tell me.”
“Oops. Excuse me.”
Damian took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears and mucus.
Eventually, Damian returned with a serious and solemn expression and asked Bikir directly.
“Something you want from me.”
“The neck of the bourgeoisie.”
“gist.”
Lightning-like conversation.
It was an overly quick cool deal.
