Chapter 203: Siriel (2)

The wind all the time turns chilly after the solar units. Siriel, who was detached to each chilly and warmth, discovered herself hugging her arms tightly for some purpose.

“…It’s over.”

Beneath the darkening sky, Siriel murmured towards the neatly cleared open area. She had washed up, fearing the odor of sweat, however there was nothing left to do on the swiftly arrived location.

Within the morning, the realm had been strewn with damaged bricks, and dozens of pits crammed with vile magic had remained. However now, half a day later, not a hint of battle remained; every thing was smoothed out completely.

‘Now I’ve nothing to do once more.’

Siriel swung her hand in a match of melancholy. Although she merely waved her hand into the air, a chilling sword mark etched itself onto the graceful filth floor. It was an pointless outburst. Nevertheless, she felt that if she didn’t do that, her frustration may flip into one thing dangerous.

Crunch – Crunch-Crunch –

The disordered floor could possibly be tidied up once more. With imprecise ideas, Siriel poured her uncomfortable emotions into the bottom she had simply tidied up.

Despite the fact that she overturned the bottom a number of occasions, her frustration didn’t vanish.

She may not be the world’s best genius, however she was sensible sufficient to constantly rank on the prime of her class. Siriel Prient knew properly the reason for her frustration and find out how to resolve it.

‘…I additionally wished to point out my abilities. I’ve the arrogance to do in addition to Lucia.’

As soon as once more, she couldn’t do it. One other alternative slipped away earlier than her eyes.

Within the metropolis with Kyrie’s mausoleum, Siriel had showcased her plain martial abilities alone. But it surely wasn’t in entrance of the individual she wished would see it.

The one who ought to have seen her brightest second was not Lucia however her beloved brother. She didn’t want anybody else. Siriel solely wanted Shiron’s acknowledgment. However such a chance had by no means come to her.

It was fairly humorous, actually. There had been eleven battles over the previous two months.

“…Hoo.”

Siriel pounded her chest and exhaled warmth. Now, it was greater than frustration; a heavy ache pressed down on her chest. It felt like a stone weighing down on her coronary heart, so heavy and annoying that she started scratching at her chest as a substitute of the bottom.

She wanted to tidy up and go to mattress, after which greet her brother with a brilliant smile the following day. However the ache in her chest was so nice that she couldn’t cease her palms or transfer her ft.

There was no extra alternative for her.

Quickly, Siriel would succeed Hugo and be a part of the Sky Knights. Like her father, she would spend a lot of the 12 months sustaining the knights and occurring expeditions. In contrast to Lucia, who had solely a nominal title, Siriel would bear clear tasks, and she or he couldn’t keep by Shiron’s facet anymore.

As these ideas reached her, uncontrollable feelings surged inside Siriel’s chest.

These emotions weren’t simply anger or disappointment. Such easy phrases couldn’t clarify them.

Acknowledging there could be no extra possibilities, disappointment, resentment for being on this scenario with out fault, a want to monopolize her brother, future longing, imprecise anger, resentment towards her father, jealousy of Lucia who monopolized alternatives, unresolved frustration, love for her brother, and concern of by no means reaching all of it intertwined and clung to her.

Her mouth twisted, and her eyes closed tightly. Her respiratory grew fast, and her palms clenched.

She had been high-quality this morning, however now it felt like one thing had devoured her, and she or he couldn’t overcome the surging feelings.

Siriel moved her hand from the disordered entrance to her crown. To cease this ugly habits, she wished to really feel Shiron’s scent.

Immediately discovering Shiron would remedy it, however how might she present such a messy state to the one she liked? Siriel sat on the bottom, recalling her current recollections with Shiron.

‘How did brother contact it?’

Siriel groped her hair, reminiscing. She had made an embarrassing request then, asking how her hair had turn out to be like this. It was embarrassing to consider it now, however remembering Shiron’s kindness calmed her.

Due to the chilly wind, her head cooled down steadily.

…

Unusual. In contrast to her cooling head, her feelings confirmed no indicators of calming.

It wasn’t that years of pent-up feelings would settle simply from a little bit of evening breeze.

It was due to the clear scent within the chilly wind.

A scent combined with soot and fruit. She thought it is perhaps the particular fragrance her mom ready for her father, however it was subtly completely different. The scent she liked, combined with the odor of previous books and the gorgeous gentle painted in her thoughts, was Shiron’s scent.

“I’ve been on the lookout for you for a very long time.”

On the heavy voice, Siriel’s shoulders shuddered. Often, she would flip her physique towards the path of the evening breeze, however she as a substitute buried her head in her knees as if hiding.

“I couldn’t discover you within the room, the follow corridor, or the bathtub, so I even went to the annex.”

Shiron stared on the chaotic clearing, not at Siriel’s again. Regardless of his efforts to shortly cheer her up, he puzzled if he ought to have been much less thorough.

“You’ll catch a chilly.”

“No, desirous about it, I can tolerate others, however Lucia is the issue.”

The piled-up feelings burst out. The soiled emotions hidden deep in her coronary heart had been uncovered. Even to Siriel, it didn’t seem to be the picture of a pretty lady to pursue, however somewhat one thing sordid.

“Why do you retain hanging out with Lucia? I can do what Lucia does. Didn’t I show it earlier than?”

However like a damaged dam, purpose couldn’t maintain again the feelings.

“Lucia may hurt you…”

Lastly, even the phrases she had vowed to maintain secret for all times spilled out.

“You shouldn’t be near Lucia…”

“…Why?”

“In my dream, Lucia killed you.”

Shiron’s eyes widened as he listened silently.

‘What does that imply? Lucia kills me in her dream?’

Shiron stared at Siriel with vast eyes. Was she speaking a couple of prophetic energy? However a prophetic energy was one thing Siriel might by no means have, leaving Shiron unable to understand the scenario.

“Within the dream, Lucia stabbed you within the chest. Even then, I didn’t let you know for the sake of each of you.”

“Wait, wait…”

“I admit it’s unusual to make such a fuss over only a dream. However I really feel I can’t specific it another approach.”

With out giving Shiron an opportunity to gather his ideas, Siriel continued pouring out her phrases.

“Actually, it’s true I’m ambiguous. I really feel it myself. However a minimum of I wouldn’t stab you within the chest.”

There was no signal of Siriel caring about Shiron’s emotions anymore. In contrast to earlier than, when she all the time prioritized Shiron, Siriel now minimize him off rudely.

“I don’t know why Lucia would level a knife at you, however I’m positive it can occur sometime. You then shouldn’t be with Lucia, do you have to?”

“Siriel. You’re too excited proper now.”

Shiron grabbed her shoulders to calm her down.

“Let’s discuss after cooling down a bit. When you say issues impulsively, you’ll remorse it later.”

“I don’t care. I’m critical. I’m not ashamed of my emotions for you.”

“…”

Though Shiron tried to calm her with a joke, Siriel confirmed no signal of calming down. She clung tightly to his forearm, trembling.

Her palms shook as they gripped his shoulders and forearm. Shiron knew she was troubled, however he didn’t notice the depth of her feelings. He thought praises and presents would suffice, however it appeared he was fallacious.

‘Ought to I suggest now?’

The thought crossed his thoughts a number of occasions, however he couldn’t give you another answer. Shiron made a agency determination and acted instantly.

“Siriel.”

Their eyes met. Her blue eyes, glistening with warmth and moisture, sparkled like stars.

“I like you.”

A shock confession. Shiron hugged Siriel tightly. He thought this may cheer her up, primarily based on her ordinary delighted reactions to his phrases. Judging from her extreme criticism of Lucia, Shiron believed the rationale behind her instability was her bottled-up emotions towards Lucia.

“I like you.”

He tried to divert her with a stronger emotion.

“You actually… need me to go mad.”

However this time, Shiron didn’t get the response he wished.

Huh?

His imaginative and prescient spun quickly as he fell again. His again hit the bottom with a thud. Shiron briefly misplaced consciousness. As darkness and dizziness engulfed him, he got here to his senses when he felt somebody climbing on prime of him.

“…You’re awake?”

“Thank goodness.”