51 – Trial of Iris

The day when the color of the heart is not much left. Arrived at the destination, challenged the ordeal.

The world was swallowed up in light, along with the pain felt in his hand. With that light, lives and memories were scattered.

The light that swallowed the world was scattered, and a world that lost its color appeared. In such a world, the only man of color appeared.

He introduced himself as Alik Norman. Hearing that name reminds me of the fact that he is my fiancé.

I remembered that fact and threw my sword at him.

“Conversation is enough with a sword.”

He laughed and drew his sword. His serious eyes look at me. And the rough but upright swordsmanship unfolded, and the colors spread.

The world where colors spread was beautiful. I liked the color of his smile.

he liked it

reached out to him It touched his rough hand, and the color spread to the world. The sight was beautiful.

Although I liked the sight and him, my mouth was not honest.

“not bad.”

At that, he laughed. That smile added color to me.

When the time came, I broke up with him, and the added color did not disappear and stayed in my heart. Even though it bothered me, it wasn’t bad.

Time passed and I met him again. When I met him again, his color became more beautiful. Then he handed me a flower.

pink tulips. He held it out and opened his mouth with a shy expression.

“It is my favorite flower. I brought it because I thought it would suit you.”

“Thank you.”

I said that and reached out and took the flower. When the flower accepted, the color of the flower painted over me.

I accepted the flower and walked with him through the garden. In the garden that lost its color, his touch touched it and the color revived.

In the colorful garden, colorful flowers bloomed beautifully.

I walked and talked with him in that beautiful garden. He pointed to each flower and gave the name and language of the flower.

I thought those things were worthless, but for some reason I didn’t hate that time. not bad.

As I was thinking about that, I suddenly became curious about the meaning of the flower he gave me.

“Then what is the flower language of the flower you gave me?”

His face flushed, and his mouth opened and closed several times. After a while, a trembling voice came out of his mouth.

“…the beginning of caring, affection and love.”

The words that came out of his mouth made colors and painted over me. It wasn’t bad.

“is it. Is that your mind?”

He nodded his head with his reddened face. The look wasn’t bad.

Time passed and I broke up with him.

Returning to the manor, I put a spell on the flower he gave me. A flower that does not wither occupied a corner of my room. In a room that had lost color, color was born.

As time passed and summer and autumn blended together, I sent him a letter.

“You are now the one who will bear the name of Brandt, so come here and do your duty.”

Short and stiff words turned into letters and flew away, and after a few days the letter arrived.

“I will.”

It was a one-word reply, but it wasn’t bad.

He arrived the day before the harvest festival. There was another flower in his hand when he arrived. This time it is a red tulip.

I accepted the flower, and the color of the flower painted over me. I asked him, savoring the color.

“What does this flower mean?”

“It means an expression of love.”

His slightly reddened face and his words weren’t bad.

Guided him to his room, enchanted flowers to decorate the room. color increased.

A little time passed and it was evening time. My father, who almost lived in the office, came to visit me. There was a drink in my father’s hand, and the drink was directed to him.

Alcohol passed between him and his father, and his color spread to his father.

My mother passed away, and a smile bloomed on my father’s face, who was sad every day.

“Yes, a man should drink this much.”

Father laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder. The look wasn’t bad. no, it was good

Time passed, full of the scent of alcohol, and the next day became daytime. The reverberation of the alcohol dragged him to the street.

The colorless streets were painted over. I liked the look.

I spent time wandering around the colored streets.

Time passed and the sun went down. The time has come to do your duty. I looked at him and opened my mouth.

“It is time to do your duty.”

he replied with a smile. I liked it.

A ritual was performed with him, and the final order approached. A song rang out, and I held out my hand to him.

“I will sing a song.”

He smiled and took my hand. The warmth spread, and the color spread along with the warmth.

The warm time passed and the ceremony ended. Even though the warmth left, the color remained and dyed my heart.

Time passed and he returned. Even though he returned, his color remained and colored this place.

Time passed and winter came and my birthday came. and he came

In his hand was an orange tulip and a box. A flower and a box came into my hand, and the color of the flower painted over me.

“What do you mean this time?”

His face turned red again.

“It means confession and charming love.”

I liked the words, and laughter leaked out. I smiled for the first time in a while and opened the box he gave me. A silver necklace caught my eye and I handed it to him.

“You will do it.”

His face grew redder and warmer. The color of the necklace painted over me.

“Thank you. I like it.”

“I’m glad you said that.”

There was a smile on his face, and that was good.

The dry birthday was beautiful with his color.

The time passed so fast that he left.

In a world dyed with his colors, he came back.

He opened his mouth, holding out a purple tulip and a ring.

“Iris. Please marry me.”

His words became a shining color and colored me. The color dyed me and made me move. I held out my hand to him and opened my mouth.

“Put it in my hand.”

His smile spread with color. The look was lovely.

A ring with a transparent jewel was put on my hand, and his warmth spread to the back of my hand. Feeling its warmth, I accepted the flower. The color has been overpainted.

“What is the flower language of this flower?”

“It is eternal love.”

I liked that. I liked his serious eyes. I liked his blushing face. he was good

“You have to keep your word.”

“I will.”

His colors completely permeate me, and time passes.

Before I knew it, children who resembled him and me were born, and the color of the world became darker.

Now there is no place without color, everything has color.

Thanks to that. He colored the world and me, and I was able to know happiness.

I can’t live a life without him now.

While I was thinking that, he called me.

“Iris, can you follow me for a second?”

I nodded at his words and followed him. Following him, food that seemed to have been made by him, the phrase “Happy Birthday!” written in large letters in his handwriting, and boxes caught my eye.

“Iris, happy birthday.”

“thanks.”

I hugged him and spent some time with him. His warmth left him, and he held out the box.

“Open this first.”

When I opened the box, I found a yellow tulip.

“What do you mean this time?”

“I’ll explain that later.”

He said that and held out the box. When the box was opened, it contained a ceremonial dagger with a beautiful pattern engraved on it.

“You must have had a hard time getting this.”

“It is for you.”

He smiled as he said that. Whether in the past or now, I say embarrassing words casually. I love that.

He held out the last box. When the box was opened, a beautiful cup with the same pattern as the dagger came out.

“Looks like a set with a dagger.”

“yes. And it has fun features.”

As he rubbed the glass, it increased in size.

“It’s interesting, but it’s not practical.”

“It’s a bit disappointing, but it’s pretty.”

“right. Thank you so much.”

Clinging back into his arms, I savored his warmth. I savored his warmth and fell from his arms. And I read the letter that remained until the end.

“Challenger, the time of trial has come. With the sword given to you, fill the cup with one person’s blood and flesh. That is an ordeal given to you.”

With the words of the letter, the scattered life and memories returned. And the curse that disappeared for a while returned and the color of the world became pale.

When everything came back, he took the yellow tulip and opened his mouth.

“Yellow tulips mean vain love, unrequited love. It is a flower for me.”

I didn’t care what he said. Because it’s a fake created by the ordeal. Because all of this is fake

Thinking so, he raised his sword. At that moment, memories and emotions with him passed by, disturbing me.

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Looking at them, I exclaimed that they were all created by trials, but my heart did not accept them that way. Emotions are not false.

it gets in the way I was disturbed and cut out my emotions. cut out the heart I did not struggle with the spreading curse. In order to be freed from the curse, they resorted to the curse.

Resistance disappears, and a curse consumes me. The made him and the feelings fade. Memories and feelings with him that he made in reality have also faded and lost their value.

The preparations are complete.

When I thought so and raised my sword, I heard the voice of a woman I had heard before.

“The good times are over. The most enjoyable things are over, but there are still some things left, so it’s not bad.”

My head hurts with that voice.

“I’ll give you a parting gift.”

After those words, the sound of mad laughter spread and dissipated. The color of the world has returned. Faded memories and emotions returned.

And, life has flowed in. No, I remembered. I remembered my sins.