My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well

45 – Moonlight night (2)

The smell of bread being baked in the bakery makes even a full person hungry.

The bakery is a 3-minute walk after exiting the Imperial Academy.

The sweet smell of bread wafting from this bakery had the strange power of stopping all the citizens passing by.

Smelling the pleasant smell, Delia ordered in a clear voice.

“Five cream buns, five donuts, and four baguettes, please.”

＜Pelli Baguette＞.

This bakery, which took its name from the Afelice Empire, was quite famous as a restaurant near the academy.

‘It was the first bakery I’d ever heard of… .’

Interestingly, it was a bakery that Delia, who lives near the academy, was completely unfamiliar with.

Because until then, she doesn’t like bread very much.

That day, in the classroom.

Thanks to the senior who handed me the bread…

Thanks to that trivial warmth, I got to know the bakery.

This bakery had become Delia’s regular store.

“What are you buying so much for? What day is it today?”

The lady who was looking at the counter smiled like this and asked.

Delia nodded.

“yes. I want to give you a present. I am meeting someone important.”

“okay? Then I can’t give it away again. Cornbread is new this time, and I’ll give you one as a service.”

“… thank you.”

Delia left the store with her hands full of bread, receiving even the kind service of the lady.

Then, he immediately got into the carriage that was being prepared.

The destination is the Imperial Palace.

… Today was the day to go to the imperial palace.

“are you okay.”

Sitting in the carriage, Delia calmed her quivering heart.

Even if I tried to pretend otherwise, I couldn’t stop the tension from running through my body.

One day, his father suddenly became a criminal and was taken to the imperial palace.

After a long time and waiting.

All of Dad’s interrogations have been completed…

Because today was the day I went to visit him for the last time.

“It will be fine.”

Delia thought to herself like that.

If I didn’t do that, I felt like I was going to burst into tears and run out of my mind with anxiety.

What to do when dad gets punished too harshly?

Should I be sad because I am my father’s daughter?

Or should I silently accept it because I did something worthy of it?

Around the time when those confused emotions keep knocking on my head.

A familiar voice came.

-It’s not your fault, Delia.

The old man clearly said so.

Whatever happens.

whatever the outcome.

it’s not your fault

It’s not the weight you have to bear.

-Hate Dad as hard as you can. Watch your father pay for his sins, just as your feelings go.

That warm voice permeated, and my heart calmed down little by little.

Delia still hated her dad.

Because of mother’s revenge,

I hated the cruelty that led to the death of so many people.

Looking at only one

She hated the indifference of abandoning herself as her daughter for four years.

Knowing the truth made me feel betrayed.

To that terrible resentment toward the one and only family.

The senior said, ‘It’s okay’.

-After hating to the fullest like that, after pouring out all the emotions. Finally, Delia, you too will be able to stand upright and look at your father.

for that sincere advice.

Delia felt her trembling heart calm down.

I was alone in the carriage, but I felt like I was with my senior.

Did the wagon run that long?

They were able to arrive at the prisoner escort waiting area located near the imperial palace.

Under the guidance of managers,

When entering the deep end of the waiting area.

Delia was finally able to face a familiar face.

“The visiting time is 20 minutes. It was originally 10 minutes, but it was extended because I am the only family member, so please talk and come out as soon as possible. The prisoner is escorted to the Imperial Prison after the visit.”

After saying that, the caretaker left.

Since the place was sealed with walls on all sides, there was no possibility of escape, so it seemed that the two of them were given time alone.

Delia looked up and looked at her father.

Her hair is bald, and her face is emaciated.

As if he had been tortured a little, there were scratches all over his body.

… The eyes of a seeker that always shined,

He was staring at the ground with dead eyes.

A broken look of a father he had never seen before.

With all of that in her eyes, Delia spoke slowly.

“rice is… i ate it?”

Dad didn’t answer.

He was a father who usually didn’t respond well to his words, but today I couldn’t even tell if he was listening.

Delia didn’t care and handed over the bread she was holding.

“Eat later. It’s the bread I buy at my regular store.”

Without any movement to receive it, Dad just stared at the ground.

Delia left the bread right next to Dad.

And I looked at him again.

“Do you have anything to say to me?”

“… … .”

Dad was speechless.

In fact, my dad was always like that.

You ask, Dad answers.

There is not even an answer to a target that is not interested in that.

“Are you sure you don’t?”

“… … .”

I was saddened by the severe indifference, but I was able to endure it.

Because Dad was his only family.

But everything is broken,

Now even the love of dust has become a resentment.

Even now, an explanation is needed

Dad was still speechless.

“You are selfish to the end.”

in that depressing silence.

The hatred that had been sitting in a corner of Delia’s heart came out.

Delia glared at her father with cold eyes.

“It’s selfish to open the gate to avenge your mother and let people die, but you don’t have the slightest consideration for the daughter left behind. Now, under the name of a former prisoner’s daughter, I will live alone in that spacious house… Dad doesn’t seem to be curious about my future at all.”

Uncharacteristically for her, long expressions came pouring out.

The sadness of not being loved for a long time.

Disappointment in my father who is still unchanging.

All of those emotions mixed in a complex way, causing Delia to let go of reason.

“I didn’t have to visit for 20 minutes. It was a story that would be over in three minutes.”

After that, Delia stood up.

I was thinking of leaving the meeting room.

And then.

A cracked voice flowed from the father, who had been silent as if he had died.

“Dell… Leah.”

I could have left without hearing that.

Maybe it was better not to listen.

Even so, Delia stopped walking.

No matter how much you hate them, they are parents.

Even if I hate to die, it’s because I’m a father.

that is… The person who raised you during that time.

Welter Bluecliff.

It was my final courtesy to this man.

“sorry… do.”

… of course.

I knew that such obvious words would come out.

Delia didn’t bother to look back.

Because the expression on his face when he said this was roughly expected.

Instead, I put the words I really wanted to say into my mouth.

“Not to me, apologize to the victims. My apology is next.”

It is the victims that Welter Bluecliffe has to apologize for.

A lot of the workers who went to the Manastone Abandoned Factory died.

Morphine and Morphine’s mother almost suffered the same tragedy.

If only my father had come to his senses at least a little.

If you feel any guilt about this.

It was they who had to bow their heads and apologize.

I hope he realizes this.

feel sorry for them

It’s an unforgivable sin, but I hope you will endlessly repent and ask for forgiveness.

Delia, even in her complicated mind,

I really wanted him.

Taang-

With that said, the door to the meeting room closed.

Welter Bluecliff with a devastated expression in the visiting room.

And only the bread left by his daughter,

It was placed in a lump.

* * *

“Then it ended with life imprisonment?”

“yes. Taking into account the fact that my father didn’t know about the poison Gate caused… I think he escaped the death penalty.”

“then… Are you going to the Imperial Prison?”

“yes. They say you can visit once a month.”

“okay… .”

Normally, he would have said something like ‘I’m glad’, but somehow I could see that he was sparing his words today.

It’s a story about a prisoner whose punishment has been confirmed.

No matter how much he is his father, the senior is bound to be cautious about what he says.

Instead, he stroked his hair and offered warm comfort.

“You worked hard, Delia.”

since when

Delia liked that rough touch.

When you say you’ve suffered and stroke it.

When praising and stroking.

When you playfully stroke it.

My hair was messy, but I didn’t feel bad.

The senior’s hand was rough, but there was warmth in it.

special feelings,

It would have been a hand without thinking.

For Delia, since when?

All those brief moments became precious.

“senior.”

Those feelings seem to have intensified as I went through the incidents with my dad.

In a whirlwind of emotions mixed with feelings of betrayal and insecurity.

The consolation given by the senior was approaching as affection before he knew it.

In a world where I thought I was the only one left.

A senior was sitting in the narrow seat next to him.

only after a lot of time

Delia was able to face that emotion.

“huh?”

“Why don’t you call me Puppy Pool now?”

At that sudden question, the senior’s bewildered expression caught my eye.

“uh… that is… ”

In fact, I knew why.

Because it was a nickname I made up to make fun of in the first place.

Now that we’ve gotten to know each other a lot, we don’t have to use it.

However, the senior felt that he was being bruised,

I asked in an awkward tone.

“Shall I call you that again?”

“Pufu-”

Sometimes I felt skeptical.

There are so many great people around you, and compared to that, you lost a lot and you were just shabby.

nevertheless.

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Just like I hated my dad the way I wanted to.

Delia decided to like her senior with all her might.

I decided not to deny the senior who seeps into me like rainwater.

pour out all your emotions,

After loving you all.

As the senior said,

Regardless of the outcome…

Because you will be able to stand upright in front of your seniors.

Only then will you have no regrets.

“Not often, sometimes.”

To the senior who is scratching his head awkwardly.

Delia replied with a smile.

A beautiful moon was setting outside the window.