Stifling her disappointment with effort, Da’in replied, “Ah, is that so. Please excuse me for asking something unnecessary.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Weed absorbed himself in the sculpture again. Though his concentration was strong and he made a sculpture even in his break time, his attitude was strangely different from usual. When there was another person with him, he had never ignored someone who tried to have a conversation. However, distressed by the words Weed had spoken, Da’in didn’t realize that.
‘We’ve already said goodbye once, so it’s fine if he doesn’t like me.’
Da’in contained her pounding heart and spoke up again. “Then… is there a girl you liked in the past?”
Though she sometimes acted unexpectedly and had many strange sides to her to the extent of healing monsters like Ghouls, she mustered an immense amount of courage to ask that question.
Weed’s fingers stopped for a moment, trembling a little and tense. However, he soon suppressed it and replied.
“There’s no girl that I used to like.”
“Goodness!” Da’in smiled with an effort. “Then you’ve never told anyone that you liked them, not even once?”
“Yes, because there was no one I liked.”
Da’in bit her lip. To think there was a guy who would discourage a lass so coldheartedly.
“I see. There’s something I have to do for a bit, so I’ll be leaving now.”
Weed didn’t even look at her when replying. “Please do so.”
“Then…”
Da’in logged out.
“Phew.”
Weed collected the light sculpting. The lights that had dazzled his eyes disappeared, and the dungeon became dark. There was only the crackling of the bonfire he had lit to boil water and prepare the food as it burned.
“Yellowy.”
Mooooooo!
Sitting on the bare ground, Yellow raised his head and replied.
“Do you know who the girl was just now?”
Moooo!
Yellowy slapped his short tail on the ground as he tilted his ears. He might get a ton of nagging if he pretended to ignore Weed.
Weed spoke calmly. “My first love.”
The first love that a man could never forget. He couldn’t forget the memories made with his first love even with the passage of time.
“Her name is Da’in… her profession is Shaman. I first met her in Lavias.”
He hadn’t been able to recognize her at first sight, as her appearance had changed greatly due to the curse. However, she was the one who listened to the other person well and had been so enjoyable to talk to that he had spoken to her about everything. He got the feeling of her from just her greeting and the few words she spoke. As a Shaman, the skill proficiency that could be called unequaled and the order by which she used various support magics were the same. She had simply cast her support magic in the order that was comfortable for her, like a habit. But from the perspective of Weed on the receiving end, he was able to distinctly realize who she was in the instant that she used the support magic.
“Da’in. It was her. How could I have forgotten someone so important?”
Those were Weed’s inner feelings, which he hadn’t betrayed when the girls had been present.
“I was glad to see her since it’s been a while. Just that she is alive is… but does she want to forget the past since she finished the surgery and is living a new life? I don’t know why she pretended to not know me, but there must be some situation or reason.”
Yellowy stared at Weed with clear, large eyes. Reflected in his innocent eyes was the sight of one man being sad with his shoulders slumped.
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September 25th, 2014|[Korean] Moonlight Sculptor|46 Comments