Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 89

There was another instance of something inexplicable. When Void had interfered with Hana’s body, lifting her into the air, she had only been able to come back down with Weed’s help. The other priests had said they couldn’t influence her in that state because they lacked the necessary qualifications.

To intervene in the void, one needed to be like Weed, who possessed the golden eye of God.

It seemed Void intended to perform the same action this time, and it would likely be somewhat painful. That was the warning.

“Weed! I’m in pain!”

With an expression that showed no sign of pain and a voice that sounded strong and normal, Hana called out to Weed. Only then did Weed stop abruptly, and judging by the way he looked at her with concern, he was seemingly unaware that she was lying.

On the contrary, she felt even more hurt by the sight.

“…Are, are you in pain? Where does it hurt?”

Hana didn’t bother to explain. Desperately, she cupped his cheek and kissed him. Without hesitation, the sweet taste of his saliva enveloped her.

What a ridiculous day this is. With the determination to face the most significant moment of her life, she used magic for the first time and traveled a long distance. Then she got caught, surrendered to pleasure, cried while holding each other, and now they were kissing. It felt like they were cramming a lifetime of experiences into one night. How much more could possibly happen by the end of this evening?

Hana swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut. In her mind, Void was giving orders. He said her body was qualified. He urged her to recall something.

What? What was she supposed to remember?

As she searched her memories, she recalled Rutis’s words.

‘…The golden light possesses a strong life force in this world. It is said to be the will of God. We accept those with golden eyes as the closest connection to the center of this world and its truths.’

‘Like Weed?’

‘Yes, and you as well.’

‘…But I’m just an ordinary person.’

What does it mean to have the qualification? Hana thought. Why hadn’t she considered this important until now? Why had her eyes turned golden since coming here? Just like Weed, who carried the will of God. The once unique noble gaze in this world became two when she arrived. Why hadn’t she thought about what this meant?

Perhaps… perhaps…

‘What am I? Why am I here? How did I come here?’

She recalled the sensation of using the wand of light.

No, even before that. She thought of traveling from a much farther distance. The vibrations she felt at her fingertips, the tremors that spread throughout her body—it felt as though her entire being was either stiffening or melting.

With the sensation of being pulled somewhere, her vision suddenly shifted.

‘Ah. Oh, I see.’

She had experienced this before. It wasn’t her first time.

As Hana opened her eyes, the golden gaze that existed only between them met her own. The kiss had ended. It was time for parting.

There was one last thing to say.

“Weed, I love you.”

“…Hana?”

In the next moment, her vision shifted dramatically.

She was no longer in Weed’s arms. For a brief instant, she felt a sensation of weightlessness throughout her body. A chill ran down her spine as dizziness overcame her, causing her to stumble slightly. Turning around, she saw Weed still standing there, arms outstretched, looking desolate.

“Hana!”

Weed screamed in panic as he lost her. Hana hesitated for a moment, taking in his expression, before pushing herself to leap forward with all her strength. Her mind was still clouded, but she knew what she had to do.

She needed to hurry.

* * *

From a distance, she heard desperate cries urging her not to go. Hana didn’t look back; she knew that if she saw his face, her resolve would weaken.

She recalled the sensations again: the feeling of her body collapsing under pressure, her stomach churning, and her vision blurring. As she struggled to regain consciousness, her surroundings shifted, and her perspective changed.

It was an incredibly rapid movement. The ground grew increasingly uneven as she approached the center of the sanctuary, with many cliff-like drops.

With each step, as she pushed off the ground and leaped again, it felt as if she was flying. Her body floated before landing with a thud, only to jump again. In truth, she despised this feeling of weightlessness. The sensation of falling was equally terrible, stirring up bad memories from her past. But now, she had to push those thoughts aside—there was nothing she couldn’t overcome.

She had buried those memories deep, making every effort to forget. The sensation of floating, the subsequent feeling of falling, the sharp branches, and the hard ground—each moment had felt as if it would shatter her entirely.

Every time she recalled those memories, the horror seemed to come alive again, just like now. She remembered the time she fell from the height of an eleven-story apartment building. In truth, she didn’t remember every detail. All she knew was that the person who had pushed her was her mother and that she had barely survived after colliding with trees multiple times on the way down.

Trees. Trees. Trees.

That was all the information she had.

‘But why did that happen? How did I survive?’

She found it strangely unsettling. Whenever she recounted the accident, the story always revolved around the trees—because of the trees—because of that miraculous tree. People seemed more fascinated by the fact that she had survived than by her survival itself.

So, whenever she thought back on that moment, she convinced herself that the tree had saved her life.

That was the narrative she had been given all along.

But was that really all there was to it? She had never truly questioned it—why it had happened, how it had happened. Was it even possible?

How could a tree, one that grew only as tall as a second-floor apartment, have saved someone from falling from eleven stories? Could it really have cushioned the impact enough to save her?

Yet, she distinctly remembered being scraped by branches and leaves—multiple times—all the way down until she reached the ground. Could there really have been such a tall tree in that world? After all, it was an apartment complex.