The Gap Between You and Me - Chapter 152

Edwin’s indifferent expression stiffened little by little. His gloomy eyes grew larger and larger. Ciela’s face was reflected in his eyes, which were regaining light.

The two must have known each other, but he did not know the specific features of Ciela’s face. He just vaguely thought she was a young, immature woman. Not once did he take a closer look at her face.

Of course, there were several opportunities to check her face. It’s just that he gave away those opportunities. It must have been because she was reminiscent of Herietta Mackenzie in many ways.

No matter how much he prayed and prayed, there was no way that Herietta, who had already passed away, would appear in front of him again. He didn’t want to repeat the terrible process where he had hiped and despaired hundreds and thousands of times.

That’s why he has been avoiding her so far.

Why…… ?

Edwin’s eyes as he looked at her began to tremble violently.

Why…… you…… ?

He thought he was dreaming again. He thought he was seeing an illusion in front of his open eyes. Perhaps on the verge of death, the boundary between reality and dreams become blurred? Perhaps this was the last mercy from death that came to take him to hell.

“…….”

Herietta, examining his wound with concerned eyes, bit her lower lip. She lifted her head and looked around, trying to get her body up as if she were going to leave this place.

His body moved before his head. Edwin took her hand. Illusion or whatever, he couldn’t let her leave him. Even if he was being selfish, he wanted her to stay with him a little longer.

Herietta looked at him with a startled face turning her head. He felt the warmth of her skin in the palms of his cold hands.

It’s an illusion. It’s just an illusion drawn by a vain wind.

Edwin’s lips trembled as he looked at Herietta.

It’s impossible for her to be alive.

She had a much more mature face than the last time he last saw her in Philioche. It wasn’t the innocent and bright face he had always seen in his dreams, but rather a thinner and sharper face. It was so realistic. If Herietta were still alive, she would look like this.

If this is really real and not a dream.

What has happened so far flashed past like a panorama in front of Edwin’s eyes.

She was also the woman who sang familiar songs in the shop in Balesnorth.

She was also the woman who helped him deal with the pack of gray wolves.

She was also the woman who helped the wounded knight, Lionelli Bahat.

She was also the woman who recklessly jumped into the battlefield to save Bernard.

All of that was her. It was none other than her, Herietta Mackenzie.

The strength slipped from his hand that was holding her. His heart pounded, and his breath was caught in his throat.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not leaving you. I need to stop the bleeding…….”

Herietta, who was in a haste to explain her intentions, lost her words. Her lips parted. Her puzzled gaze lingered on Edwin’s face.

“Are you…… crying now?”

Herietta asked cautiously. Just like a few days ago when she asked Edwin the same question in a dream.

“…….”

Edwin looked at Herietta in silence. He didn’t even realize that he was crying. Is this a dream too? Will he soon wake up from this sweet nightmare? Now he really doesn’t know.

After accepting the fact that Herietta was dead, the tender emotions he had sealed deep inside him exploded. His suppressed breath gradually became rougher.

Just.

Edwin let out a breath.

He just wanted to call her. He just wanted to call her, touch her, be with her by her side.

Was he expecting too much?

Did he want something that he shouldn’t have?

The weight of irreversible time and irreversible sins came crashing down on Edwin like a landslide. It felt like he was going to run out of breath at any moment.

Herietta looked at him quietly with an ambiguous face. Before long, she picked up the dagger again, which she had set down on the floor. She then stretched her hand towards his face.

Grab.

Edwin, who suddenly came to his senses, quickly grabbed Herietta’s wrist and stopped her.

“The mask…….”

Herietta tried to explain the reason, she stuttered as he held her wrist. But he quietly shook his head.

He knew that Herietta wasn’t trying to hurt him. Not only did he not feel a murderous intent towards him, but the direction her hand was directed was to his face, not a vital point.

Perhaps he was trying to cut off the mask he was wearing to help him breathe easier. He did not stop her because he didn’t know that.

“Please…….”

Edwin begged, pursing his lips. Her eyes filled with tears contained only Herietta.

“Please…….”

He didn’t want Herietta to see his face. He didn’t want her to know who he was and what an ugly, terrible monster he had become.

Even if this is a dream, not reality. Even if she resents him to the end, thinking of him as the head of the enemy army. Even if that’s how he gets killed by her ignorant hands.

It didn’t matter if everyone in the world knew.

If only one person, Herietta McKenzie, didn’t know that.

Wham.

The tightly closed door opened violently. Bright light streamed in through the open door, illuminating the two people who were locked in darkness. Herietta’s face is getting clearer. The woman he had longed for so dearly was looking down at him with a stiff face.

Surprise. Embarrassment. Shock. Fear.

Herietta sat like a rock without even the slightest movement. His figure was reflected in the brown eyes that had once been kind and warm, like the spring earth.

‘Remember, Edwin.’

Like letting out a sigh, Herietta whispered softly and quietly.

‘No matter what anyone says, you are the most precious person to me.’

Velician soldiers rushed into the room. Along with the sound of rough footsteps, he heard Bernard’s voice calling out her name urgently.

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