Chapter 6: Beginning A New Life
After dinner, Cimmerian went outside. The air was cold, yet benign. He sat at the wooden bench stationed just a meter away from the wooden window. He was starting to recollect some things in his mind.
(So, this is it, huh? I've been reincarnated in this teenage boy's body. I guess I've been given a second chance to change everything. I can't just waste this, can I? I mean, of all those BS things I've committed before, is this some kind of way to correct the almost incorrigible things?) He glared at the bright sky.
Now that Shiba Mitsuya a.k.a The Black Dog in the underground, 35, have already died, is this some kind of chance?
He leaned and relaxed as he remained to look at the bluish white moon above.
(So pretty! Ahhhh). He was enticed by the moon, but a thought invaded in his head.
(This is so stupid. Well, of course, if I'm asked now If I liked my former life, I'd definitely say no. It's a big NO. I hate it strongly.)
(Also, now, these people seem quite nice to me. They act as though I deserve this treatment. No, I don't. I dragged along hundreds of lives in that airplane explosion, you know? I'm sure that the explosion was caused from my briefcase. I never thought the organization wanted me to dispose of me. Since I accepted the job, I share the sin as them. I'm just intrinsically as evil as them.)
"It's too late to talk about it now. It cannot be taken back. Also, my new family—." He gazed at Belle, who was visible from outside through the open window.
(But… Damn it! Fine, then. I'll live my life to the fullest. May the goddess, gods, or whoever are they, be satisfied with what I'll do in this world. If this is really a restart, I'll prove to the world and to myself that even an evil man like me can change. )
He had fortified his resolve. He touched his face with his two bare hands. A few memories of his crimes flashed into his head. Simultaneously, his eyes became wet. Hate, anger, guilt, disappointment, and many other mixed emotions emerged wildly in his chest.
While he was filled with emotions, someone called him.
"Brother. You talked with the Village Chief yesterday, right?" The effeminate boy, no, it was Vaissien who casually asked.
"Yes. What about it?" He hurriedly wiped his tears with his arms.
"I was just wondering what were you two talking about. Since he told me this afternoon that you're an interesting person."
"No. It's nothing. I was just asking about some random things with him."
"Actually, he told me that 'your brother's gonna be a fine man' and of the sort."
"I wonder about that." He looked away from Vaissien and reverted back at the sky.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Brother?"
"Never mind. Anyhow, I'll do my best to become good."
Actually, Cimmerian asked so much information about the village from the Chief. Thanks to that, he now knew almost everything about the current situation. From the economic situation, threats, several solutions, and even options in solving the aforesaid dire status quo.
"Hey, you two, you've important things to do tomorrow, right? Sleep early, okay? Oh, by the way, I'm gonna take a bath, so Vaissien, kindly sort the laundry." Belle called for them.
""Yes.""
Belle went to the old bathroom which was a proximate appurtenance of the house. It was at this hour that she loved and preferred cleansing her pale and flawless skin.
"And, Cimmy, kindly fetch some water first for tomorrow. Do it before you sleep, okay?" She added.
"Got it."
Cimmerian took the wooden pails and went to the well not too far from the house. This had been their sole source of water bother for bathing and drinking. But before he arrived there, he noticed someone, no—there were two of them. They immersed and hid carefully in the shadows. However, because of the nature of his past job, his senses had always been heightened, so noticed them right away.
(Wait a second. I know these people. Hmm… Oh, what a coincidence. He grinned.)