I Am No King's

Chapter 74 – Request

~Lacuna POV~

　

But of all that, I have one question.

　

"Why did you tell me all this?"

　

"My answer hasn't changed since we met in the park. Honestly, I don't know why. However, I feel, telling you all this is the right thing. Maybe..."

　

I held my breath when Mila stopped. Might....

　

"Perhaps, I saw the figure of my daughter who was before you."

　

"...huh?"

　

"You have silver control and you're almost the same age as her, as my daughter would have if she were alive. These two things, perhaps, make me wish that you were my daughter. I'm sorry if my words don't make sense."

　

I never said my age was so blunt. Did he estimate it by my appearance? Yeah, possibly. However, this is not important.

　

At this moment, my chest feels tight. Not because of pressure from Mila's control, but I don't know, maybe because I heard all this? Hearing how my own mother regretted my death and my father's.

　

Part of me wants to be honest that I'm his daughter. However, another part of me didn't want to say it. I don't know.

　

"Ah, so is it. If you say that, do you want me to call you mother? Think of this as a bonus from me."

　

"Eh?"

　

Eh? Whatisthis? Why did my mouth suddenly say this? Is this my true wish? Or what?

　

"You want to do it?"

　

Ah, nevermind. Let me just go with the flow.

　

"I don't think there's anything to lose for me."

　

"A, did you allow me to hug you? Please?"

　

"Please put on that control ring first. I don't want to get killed."

　

"Ah, yes, sorry. I almost forgot."

　

Mila took the ring from inside her pocket and put it on. At that moment, I was completely unable to feel the pressure from his body anymore.

　

We stand, facing. Without giving me a chance to accept it properly, Mila suddenly hugged me tightly, as if she didn't want to let me out of her arms.

　

"Tsarina, forgive me for not being able to give you the affection you should have. I'm sorry that I had to leave you. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you. Forgive me for not being able to be present in your life until the end. Forgive mom. Sorry."

　

I can hear his voice.

　

Without thinking anything, reflexively, I hugged Mila, my mother, and rubbed her back.

　

"It's okay, mom. I got it. Forgive Tsarina too, ma'am, for Tsarina is unable to see mother."

　

Mom, I'm sorry. Even though I am your daughter, I am Tsarina, I cannot say. In the end, I wasn't ready to say it all. Hopefully, with this, you can be a little more relieved.

　

"I'm sorry, Tsarina. I'm sorry, mother."

　

"It's okay, mom. It's okay."

　

Our position has not changed for a while. In this short time, I had little hope that time would not pass. I wanted to feel the warmth of my mother's body for longer, to hear the voice of my mother whispering softly, and also something else.

　

But that's not going to happen. At least until I can prepare my mind and my mind.

　

As if it could read my mind, Mila let go of her embrace from me.

　

　

His voice was back to normal, no longer as pleasant as it was. However, his eyes were still red and his cheeks were wet.

　

I, reflex, wiped Mila's tears.

　

"It's okay. If you need people to vent all those feelings, you can call me again. It seems, I will still be in this country longer."

　

Mila paused for a moment, then replied, "Thank you."

　

Right now, perhaps, Mila's smile was the most beautiful and soothing smile I had seen since meeting her.

　

"If you want, we can prepare a room for you and Sonya to stay tonight."

　

"No, thank you. I still have an agenda after this. I have to evaluate the woman's performance tonight. And everything else."

　

"Ah, is that really so? Then, forgive me for keeping you here too long."

　

"No problem."

　

I turned and took my gun.

　

At that moment, the waiter and Sonya went back in. When I saw me pick up a gun, Sonya did the same and approached me.

　

"If you have another job, don't hesitate to contact me."

　

With that sentence, I also left this room with Sonya. As before, the waiter delivered us.

　

The initial plan, I just want to walk home. I changed my mind and called a taxi. We left the Anastasia family home.

　

Finally, I left that house.

　

"Eh? The lacuna? You why?"

　

I left immediately because I didn't want to cry in front of Mila. In the end, once I was in the cab, and made sure we were far enough away from the Anatasia residence, my tears were no longer contained. My chest feels tight. It's hard for me to hold this feeling.

　

I muttered softly, "pardon me, mother."

　

Seriate

　

　

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As discussed last week, this week will be the closing of arc 4. So, next week, POV will return to Lugalgin, no longer in Lacuna.

　

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And, as always, the author wants to do the endorsement. Currently, the illustrator whose image is used as a cover is a pixiv, ⁇ or QYS3 illustrator. So, before, the author just took a walk in pixiv, looking for original content, trus pm artistnya. Because it is not the result of a commission, but public content, the author also does not spend money.

　

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