But, even if I have those sorts of intentions, this world isn't the same.
Emerald green hair is just that much of a taboo.
A daughter born with the same hair color as me.
We have no choice other than to thank God for this good fortune.
Although, my God is in the corner of the room tightly grasping her staff making a pale face.
"Here, Rudi hold her as well."
"Yeah."
Holding a baby.
The high body temperature and crying voice that's noisy.
Small hands, small head, small lips, small nose...
It's all overflowing with life.
When I think that this is my child, I can feel something rising up from within my chest.
My child that Sylphy gave birth to.
".."
Tears were coming out.
Paul has already died.
However, my child was born.
Paul allowed me to keep living.
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to hold my child.
In exchange for that, Paul isn't able to hold his wives, daughters, or grandchildren even.
I wonder if Paul would regret not being able to be in this place.
Or else maybe he would laugh proudly and boast that it's thanks to him.
In any case, I have no choice other than to go on living.
For the sake of this child as well, I can't die.
Sylphy as well, my family as well, I have no choice other than to protect them.
I'll go on living in this world.
I'll go on living.
We took the first letters of Sylphy and my name to name our daughter Lucy. [4]
It's Lucy Greyrat.
Aisha laughed that it was simple and Lilia hit her head.
Nevertheless, I'm glad that it was a girl.
If..it had been a boy then I might have ended up naming it Paul after all.