moonlight flower

:Iera, although I promised to stay with you until the end of my life... but... I didn't expect that it would be so short.

Even when I will leave the world of livings, I will definitely find a way to bring you back to me... because you know... you are the only source of my strength..

Having said this and breathing in relief after bitter tears, he committed suicide...

_I.. will not let you go .. and don't even hope so._

A bright color illuminated his eyes, two paths stood in front of him, one is full of suffering and the second... is deserted...

There were two doors, one black and the other white. Everyone would think that the black one represents grief, and the white one blessing.

Wil thought the same thing, because he, too, was a human and couldn't think of another possibility...

A shadow appeared before him... something... neither living nor dead. His eyes looked at the dead soul, and his finger pointed to the emptiness in his heart.

It pointed to the doors and asked...

:Child..

His voice sounded like an echo...opening his mouth, Wil was surprised by what he saw.

:Who are you? no...who am I...I don't remember anything.

: I...can't help you choose your path, but I will say one thing, the thorny path always inflicts wounds, but mental wounds come from the most unexpected encounters and injuries.

So what do you choose...

*physical or...mental pain?

You only have one chance to answer...I hope you answer wisely.

_morality? In such a world... I have long forgotten what it is... pain or tormenting wounds.

It doesn't matter where the wound is, but the deeper it is, the more it will bleed...

Then, I'd rather lose part of my sanity than the blood in my veins...

But I have this gnawing feeling as if I forgot something important...

:Child...

I'll tell you a story, whether you can understand it or not depends on the pain you choose... listen carefully.

**Once lived a boy at the bottom of the lake, he was constantly tormented by loneliness, and the thorns stuck in his legs didn't allow him to gain freedom.  He was so alone and no one could share this unbearable pain with him.

One day, he wished to be freed from these shackles by giving away something very important.

And it was a feeling of love, he was freed from the pain in his legs and gained freedom, but... he forgot how to love.

And so, answer me: what tormented him more... pain in his legs or in his heart?

:In heart.

:Why?

:By giving his heart and breaking his shackles, he got rid of all his torment.

After all, having given his heart, he could no longer feel the loneliness that he felt at the bottom of the lake.

:Now, can you explain why one of the doors is empty?

:Yes..

The black door is full of emotions and pain from external wounds, but the deserted one is empty, like the soul of a person who is tormented by mental pain.

No matter how many wounds he receives, only the wind can sweep away the sand that sprinkled him.

:And what is your answer?

:I choose an empty door.

:Why?

:After all, without seeing that person, I won't have any emotions, but I'll keep it this way until the day I meet her..

:I see..I understand you

My child, I will give you a new life, in a completely new world, and until you achieve what you want, your life will return to the beginning, but... for every failure there are punishments, and with every death you will be reborn somewhere completely unfamiliar to you .

Opening his eyes, he found himself in the garden, he didn't remember anything about himself, or how he got there, but there's one thing he'll definitely never forget.

The girl who stood under the moonlight, wrapped in flowers around her...

: Madam! Mrs. Vienna! Where have you gone!?

Hearing the voice of her maid, the girl turned around...

_damn, she found me quickly!_

She lifted the hem of her dress and ran in a different direction.

When she ran past to the tree, someone grabbed her by the waist and hid her in the bushes..

:Who!?

:Shh..!

Covering her mouth with his palm, he whispered in her ear...

:Quiet..! If you don't want her to catch us, then sit still and don't make any sounds..

They sat in an embrace until the voice of the servant began to be heard in the northern part of the palace..

:Phaaaah...you blocked all my air, Kha..Kha..

:You are exaggerating...

:Who are you?

:me?well...

: I can tell by your expensive clothes that you have ranks higher than viscount and marquis..

:Young master!Mr. Argen!Mr....Please!!  respond!! you, ha..ha, have a lesson in geopolitics.. please come back!!

_Argen? That's right! I'm Argen Zinoa Milz._

:I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, I am the heir to the Duchy of Milz, Argen Zinoa Milz, nice to meet you lady.

: Hello, I am the daughter of the Marquis of Edingberg.

Vienna dels Edingberg welcomes the future Duke.

Having bowed, she waved to her maid and left with her..

_Vienna?  Interesting..._