Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 33

She heard the stories of the priests. They said that Weed was a person who did not express his emotions like this or talk much. It is said that he always stood tall in one place and looked only at the sun in the sky, just like his dry, dying body.

Weed said that he was carrying all of that guilt and futility. That was why he usually lived like that, killing his emotions.

He didn’t say anything about it, so it was all information the priests had speculated, though it made sense.

Perhaps the salvation he was talking about was, in this way, an act of repaying his guilt by saying that Hana had come only for himself.

“Don’t try to sacrifice yourself for something like me. If you have decided that you do not want to live in this world, I’ll do my best so that one day you will think that you’re glad that you did not die and that it is a blessing to be alive and breathing like this. What if… the reason you decided to die was only for me.”

Drip, drip.

As water fell on her forehead, Hana raised her head.

“Weed.”

“Yes, one.”

Weed had a lot of accumulated sadness. They said that the more he went through it, the more dull it became, but it got worse as time went on.

Now, just thinking about it makes him like this.

“Don’t cry.”

“Hana… Don’t try to die. It causes me more pain.”

His voice gradually became wetter, and later, he was trembling. She had no choice but to wipe his tears.

“…Weed, don’t cry. As long as you don’t cry.”

Weed lowered his head. Her lips rubbed together, and when she opened her mouth without resistance, his sweet tongue entered. He seemed earnest, as if he wanted to be comforted in his sadness and to understand that there was something more important in living.

She stroked his hair or shoulder.

It was her first time hearing someone cry and ask her to live. Despite the fact that she comforted him in the way he wanted, Hana couldn’t shake off a feeling of pity. Why did he, who consoled her with such words, have no desire to live at all?

She wanted to ask that.

12. Addiction

[ How long should I wait? ]

…What?

[ That level of fatigue is not enough. ]

There was a voice.

[ Why didn’t it work last time? ]

This was definitely a voice she had heard before.

[That’s also really useless. Haha, I can’t access it. ]

What did that mean?

[ Then, from now on, I will not choose any method. Since you are in Lár, you have no choice but to reach it. I’m looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to it. ]

Ahahaha.

The voice laughed innocently. It was a joyful laugh that did not match the grumbling tone.

And the voice kept talking, telling a different story.

She couldn’t quite remember what they were saying. It seemed like several people were talking at once as if asking to answer just one of them… like everything was okay as long as they showed that they were listening.

At some point, it seemed like a swarm of insects was buzzing around. The moment she couldn’t bear it anymore and was about to yell at them to stop, a sweet scent entered her open mouth.

The voice suddenly stopped.

Hana opened her eyes.

Blink, blink.

She opened my eyes and blinked a few times to focus.

Sunlight poured in from outside the window. Today, too, Lár de Ligna Initia was clear and sunny. Behind that light, there were golden eyes that seemed to have the sun embedded in them. The eyes that met her were beautifully curved.

Weed said good morning with a breathtaking smile.

“Huh. Weed.”

Hana covered her mouth and yawned. She has been sleeping a lot since coming here. She had been told that her energy would be low for a while after crossing the dimension, but honestly, it probably wouldn’t have been this bad.

Originally, it was something unimaginable.

She was the type of person where the more lazy she was, the more tired her body became. Since she had no fear of pain, it seemed like her body was trying to get the rest it had never experienced before. The same goes for getting pampered by others.

As Hana closed her eyes again, Weed stroked her hair and kissed her forehead before he whispered softly.

“Hana, I’m sorry for waking you up from your sweet sleep, but there is work to do today. I promised.”

“Uhm…”

Hana covered her eyes with both hands.

She tried to come to her senses by rubbing it for a bit, but it didn’t work. While she was struggling, a sweet and willing permission fell into her ear. However, it was in the form of a question.

“Then, would you like to sleep a little longer?”

Nod.

Hana nodded her head as she covered her eyes.

She wanted to do that if possible. As soon as he was next to her, the loud, unidentifiable sound that had been ringing in her head disappeared. Now that it was quiet, it felt like she could fall asleep again.

While she was dozing off without answering, the blanket covering her was carefully lifted, and she felt a heavy weight right next to her. As her shoulders were stroked and slowly pulled, she was immediately wrapped in a large, warm embrace.

A nice scent.

There was a scent like lavender that calmed the mind and body. The feeling of her head and back being comforted was so good that she snuggled into his arms even more. She did this for a while and then quickly fell asleep again.

* * *

“Weed, the human royal family of Eatinte requests an audience.”

“Eatinte is a region at the western end of the continent.”

“I sent them back a while ago, but they came back again in a strange way.”

“This is the third time this year. What they brought this time is the national treasure of that country…”

The next time Hana opened her eyes was because of the voices of the priests chattering. As she moaned half-asleep, their voices quieted down a little.

A low voice came from right above her head.

It was Weed’s slow, gentle voice.

“Send them back.”

Those words made her open her eyes.

Several priests were in the room, and she seemed to have slept much longer than she had planned today, being held by Weed. As soon as the priests heard those words, they bowed and tried to leave.

Though before they could leave, Weed called one of them over.

“Ah, Kukurtavi. Please bring food for Hana to eat.”

“Oh… Ah, I understand.”

The priests bowed their heads and retreated. As soon as they left the door, they gave a boisterous laughter. Since she knew what they were laughing about, she just laughed along with them.

After hearing Hana’s laughter, Weed smiled with puzzled eyes.

“What makes you happy?”

“Weed, you don’t know the names of all the priests here, right?”

He slightly tilted his head and asked only with his eyes. The look in his eyes was so clear that she could clearly see his inner thoughts, asking, ‘What do you mean by that?’

“That person’s name is Kurtavi. Not Kukurtavi.”

“Is that so?”

Looking back, Kurtavi stuttered when she introduced herself. She remembered that the priests looked quite embarrassed at that time. While Weed didn’t pay any attention, Hana was able to notice right away as she watched them.

He did not call the priests by name at all. He probably didn’t even know each person’s personality because he wasn’t interested at all. Therefore, these days, it is a very touching thing for priests to be asked or called by their names.

For Weed, it would simply be because they became more obedient when called by names.

He still didn’t care much about them. When the food came out, he took it, and he didn’t even call her by name again.

Hana finished her meal rather quickly. She was hungry, and because she overslept, the schedule he had planned for today went awry. Of course, there was no way he would reprimand her, but Weed felt a little sorry for the effort he took.