Chapter 145: One Person's Cry and a Dead Tree

Ever since the eve of Knight Arnold's coronation, when he truly realized the meaning of the word "friend", Isidore has been thinking about a question.

What was the reason for Kaharun's low mood that day? He suddenly remembered that most people seemed to value something very much.

A determination of a relationship in a general sense.

It seems that as long as there is a clear word to define it, they will be happy. Is this why Kaharun is unhappy?

Maybe, because he wasn't sure, he didn't understand why most people needed this thing?

So besides Vifiya, Salis and Kaharun, what did they mean to him?

He was troubled for a long time, comparing the two of them back and forth among his friends and family.

Rather than friends, the word family seems to be more suitable for them.

However, Isidore looked confused. Why did Kaharun react like this?

Is it true that with their current bond, they are still not enough to be considered family?

He knew that Kaharun was much more emotionally sensitive than he was, and if he felt otherwise, he would change his words.

He looked at Kaharun's wide-open eyes and dazed expression, thought for a moment, and the question slipped out of his lips, then he closed his mouth silently.

Kaharun blinked, trying to dispel the discomfort caused by the heat in his eyes. He lowered his head and became uneasy in the eyes of Vifiya and the others.

Seeing that the usually talkative Kaharun suddenly became shy, Vifiya probably guessed the reason.

She looked at Mrs. Cooper, but there was still one thing that needed to be done. She suggested, "How about cutting off one of her fingers?"

In fact, she wanted to chop off one of her arms and break one of her legs. After all, she had done such an excessive thing to Kaharun and did not receive any punishment. Vifiya always felt that something was missing.

But Kaharun was quite happy at this time. She thought about it and decided that it would be better not to see too much blood. It all depended on Kaharun's own decision.

"No..." Gabro retorted subconsciously.

Osa withdrew her curious gaze from Kaharun and asked, "Is it too light?"

Upon hearing this, Vifiya pondered, "What about cutting off an arm?"

The discussion here did not affect Mrs. Cooper at all, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Kaharun took a deep breath and suppressed his mixed emotions. He looked up at Vifiya and said, "Don't dirty your hands."

He glanced deeply at his stepmother and said to Osha, "Don't worry about her."

On the way here, he had already thought about what to do. Sometimes, mental pain can be deeper than physical pain.

His decision stunned the two girls. When their eyes met, they understood each other tacitly.

Osa put down the sword that was across Mrs. Cooper's neck and walked over to them. She turned around and warned Gaburo, who was holding Mrs. Cooper, "Don't touch people you shouldn't touch."

His cold eyes also fell on Mrs. Cooper.

"Let's go back." Osa looked at her friends with a smile. It was best that no one was hurt.

The snowflakes fell continuously among the people coming and going.

Unlike yesterday's dullness, the streets were filled with joy. Women tried to lift their cloaks and walked out onto the streets, finally seeing each other's faces in the light.

Arnold skillfully maneuvered the carriage as the wheels rolled over the thin layer of snow on the ground.

The car was quiet and no one spoke for a while.

From the moment Isidore said those two words, Kaharun acted uncharacteristically and kept his head down after getting on the carriage. Even Vifiya couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The carriage moved forward steadily.

Osa squinted her eyes and glanced at Kaharun who was sitting next to her. In her sight, she could see his red eyes. She leaned over and asked, "You are not crying, are you?"

After she finished speaking, she actually tilted her head and put it under his head.

"No." Kaharun turned his head away and retorted subconsciously.

At this moment, his profile was exposed to Weifeiya's eyes. She could clearly see his eye sockets. She touched her chin and said, "You really cried."

"No!" Kaharun retorted loudly, and as if to prove himself, he repeated, "I didn't! I'm..."

Before he could finish his words, his crying voice blocked all the words he wanted to refute.

Before the cat realized it, tears as big as beans had already rolled down its cheeks.

But he was still mumbling something: "I didn't, I didn't cry!"

Vifia and Osa were stunned, and both thought that they might have gone too far in their joke.

The two of them quickly tried to make amends: "No, no, you didn't cry, you didn't."

The two of them frantically searched for their handkerchiefs, only to find that their waists were empty.

Osa tried to pull her right hand into the sleeve, but the clothes were so fitted that it was a bit difficult to pull the fabric into her palm.

The small window at the front of the carriage suddenly opened and a handkerchief was thrown in. Isidore caught it quickly, and the two girls looked at him at once.

Isidore stared calmly at the handkerchief in his hand. He looked at Vifiya, but the girl did not move. He had to shift his gaze to Kaharun who was wiping his tears.

A clean handkerchief appeared in Kaharun's sight. He raised his head. There was no other emotion in Isidore's calm eyes, just like before.

Just like when they were kids, every time he tried to talk to him, he would end up being the one talking non-stop.

Just like when he almost gave up on being friends with him, he was just as indifferent.

Because of Salis, they grew up together, and Kaharun knew Isidore. He was not the kind of person who would think about who were his friends and who were his family.

In Isidore's eyes, except for "her", everything in the world is the same. He doesn't care who will die, who will get hurt, or who will spend energy and pour emotions into him.

All he had to do was wait, wait for "her" to appear again.

Cahalan had always known that his decision to remain Isidore's friend was due to his pity for him.

He is a rare child who is extremely sensitive to emotions.

That sunset, he saw a different Isidore, a man who didn't care about anything, but for some reason, he seemed to be suddenly filled with emotions.

But he only felt the collapse and decay of life in it, like a dead tree, waiting quietly.

There is no one who doesn't want his or her emotions and efforts to go unrequited.

Isidore never said that in his eyes, Salis and he belonged to which category.

Did he change because of Vifiya? Kaharun didn't know, because he couldn't imagine what would happen to Isidore if he never waited for Vifiya in his whole life. After all, he didn't care about anything, and he relied on the few words she said before she left to persevere.

Thinking of this, Kaharun grabbed the handkerchief and felt a little aggrieved: "Go away!"

Why didn't he admit it earlier or later, but at this moment? It was really embarrassing for him to be embarrassed in front of Vifiya and the others.

I must write to Lady Salis about this today!

Isidore didn't know why Kaharun's emotions suddenly fluctuated so much. He looked at Vifiya in confusion, hoping she could give him an answer.

Noticing his gaze, Vifiya said softly, "It's okay, sit back down."

Hearing this, Isidore sat down again obediently. Vifiya would not lie to him.

The carriage continued to move forward, and Osa and Vifiya no longer paid blatant attention to Kaharun, allowing him to adjust his mood on his own.

They believed that Kaharun would be embarrassed afterwards.

If you want to laugh at him for not needing them to hold the stage, save that for next time.

Kaharun silently wiped away his tears.

He did not forget that year in the village of Mombechin, when they were provoked by children from other villages, Isidore remained silent.

"It's impossible for him to have friends!" The older children led the younger children and pointed at little Isidore fiercely.

"Nonsense! It's me!" Little Kaharun stood in front of his companion with green hair and silver eyes and couldn't help but argue.

The older boy just sneered: "Did he say you were his friend?"

This one sentence crushed little Kaharun, but he still spoke: "If I say yes, it means it!"

"We are just friends!"

He dragged Isidore away, and Isidore said nothing in the incident.

When he returned to his residence, he wanted to complain to Isidore angrily, but when he turned around, he found that Isidore was looking at him calmly as always.

It seemed that no matter how he defined their relationship, it would be fine because Isidore didn't care.

In an instant, little Kaharun silently swallowed back all the words he tried to say.

Isidore was such a man, and he knew it.

The carriage fell silent. Vifiya observed Kahalun and Isidore calmly. She could probably guess why Kahalun felt wronged.

A person who thought he would never get a positive response suddenly announced their relationship in front of everyone.

All the efforts made in the past have finally been recognized.

A smile flickered in his red eyes because of the harmonious relationship between his friends, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

She thought she would be sad too if [Vefiya] never acknowledged herself as her friend.

Fortunately, [Vifiya] would not do this. She seemed to always be able to sense her own uneasiness at the time, and she would even instruct her on how to tease Neve, which would make Neve helpless and angry.

…

Once the memory floods in, it cannot be stopped.

Vifiya also suddenly realized that she was reminiscing again, and this was not okay.

She concealed the loneliness in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were smoothed out little by little.

At this moment, she was actually a little envious. What was she envious of? Was she envious of Kaharun?

Maybe.

Obviously, she has companions now, doesn't she?

The long-sturdy dam cracked uncontrollably again, and the surging water inside tried to break through the towering walls.

Finally, a crack appeared.

Sadness was the first to emerge, followed by dense despair, gnawing at her spine.

As if he had noticed something, Kaharun raised his eyes and looked at Vifiya opposite him.

Her red eyes lifted up, her expression was normal, and she smiled at Kaharun.

He couldn't feel anything.

That tiny pain that is enough to swallow everything.

Is it... an illusion?