>>5625205>They didn’t believe me at firstPerhaps it is best to be truly honest about what happened.
“I delivered the message. Both of them were there, together. Met them at your mother’s restaurant.”
“Your mother doubted the authenticity of it. I had to reveal I was a player of the dark arts. I told them you were a ghost that passed on, but gave one last request to me ー deliver that letter. After I told them that, they wanted some time alone.”
、I see. Thank you. 、
、.. I hoped they would believe it right away, but I suppose their suspicion makes sense. 、
、Ah…. I suppose this is it. 、
、.. when daybreaks, I will be gone. I have always wondered what this will be like. 、
With the conversation finished, she returns to the brothel.
The medicine chests are well stocked and the recipes are still legible. She just needs to oversee the prostitutes in case any of them get injured or fall ill.
As the night continues, Warin thinks about her own existence. She is also an entity that hasn’t truly passed on yet. The ones that don’t usually have something anchoring them to the world, but during those days before she met Sira, before she became part of Nectar Droplet, what was keeping her from passing on?
Spite? She always hated that family. Outliving them would definitely be something she must’ve wanted.
Guilt? She destroyed that family, yes, but the slaves and other people on that farm had no more employers as a result of her actions. Did she deserve to go that easily?
Curiosity? She knew there would be consequences of breaking a rule of the witch doctor’s knife, but never knew her own knife would be the one cursing her into a Krasue.
Perhaps, it doesn’t matter right now, but some day, she’ll have to think about it. The brothel. The organizations. Her colleagues. Dao. Arun. Sira. They might be more transient than her.
