The Step Of Palimpsest
#21
"I only provide effective solutions that are in principle."
"You know what rumors would come up if a noble seemed to give a gift to another woman other than his fiancee?!" cashel exclaimed, filled with unacceptable tones.
"I understand very well, but it seems that Theomund also does not want to waste such a valuable Magic Treasure. A witch must apply Harkat Meraki, right?"
Theomund's expression was half shocked and half jutek. Presumably he's upset because I know a lot of things, or he doesn't like there he's second who could be a strong candidate for his competitor. After all, I'm just repeating the lessons I learned from dad, I mean, Theomund's future. His face was stiff because he was holding back his emotions that had gone up black, but if he caught what I wanted, then he would not be as rash as before. A good man learns from his mistakes and will never repeat them in the future.
"You got to know that far, apparently," said Theomund, his voice almost like a whisper.
Cashel looked at us alternately, his face filled with question marks. "What does it mean?"
Harkat Meraki is a kind of motto or life guide for magicians. Good witches are those who apply Harkat Meraki, which means the magicians who have a degree that stands over everything with love, creativity, and, and whole-heartedly his soul-relying fully on the soul born and inner witch. However, Harkat Meraki is just one of several others, but the Ginovas have established Harkat Meraki. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing and able to implement it.
I looked at Theomund who seemed to be silent, as if he did not intend to give an explanation. Maybe he's waiting for me to explain to Cashel. Even so, he was just pensive like a statue. I think we agree not to explain the understanding of Harkat Meraki or. The stories of Harkat Meraki there are so many examples up to a few dozen books, will not run out if told now.
We inhaled in rhythm, preparing to say the same word. "It's complicated" said Theomund and I together.
"Huh?" Cashel snorted with his head he swung towards Theomund.
Theomund calmly swept his bangs back. It was a sign that when he was convinced that the situation was stable, he would not attack me again. Plus, he folded his arms in front of his chest by putting his hands into his armpits, his face calmer than before. The cold ground that I was treading pierced through my footwear, thank God, things have been under control.
It's funny that a father almost killed his own son who came from the future because he was encouraged to go to the past by himself in the future as well.
"No one would dare to talk about me. If there is a ..." Theomund paused his sentence accompanied by something suppressing - an inciting tone of provocation - which was unpleasant.
Unpleasant deeds; reviling, reviling, reproaching, scorning, sneering, denouncing, cursing, insulting, and all other forms of criticism that are not easily accepted by great men of high degree. Theomund did not bother about all the nonsense that society and fellow nobles threw at him, but his father, as the head of the family who did not accept because of the pure blood of Ginova was trampled.
Theomund could have done the same, even more, but he did not use his power arbitrarily and tried so hard that he could become the absolute heir. He will wait until the proof opens his Spirit Eye is completed first. More precisely three years or when he was 25 years old, he will officially become the new head of the Ginova family.
According to Theomund, injustice is common. Man needs an impingement to vent his frustrations. Which very few people on earth would admit their mistakes in a good way, in fact, more people would not admit their mistakes and would rather be trapped in their own stupidity. Theomund did not want to face the fool, unfortunately, Lesya and Dorothy were indeed that stupid.
Now I am grateful to be reborn as Dominique, not as Dorothy. Unequalled pamor can indeed be inherited from the blood. Although those who belittle him are still caught up in his own negative suggestions, the fact is that Theomund lives on in a triumph that comes from his own sweat. It is evident when talented people have potential in themselves.
The 'chosen' is like a sword perfectly forged and ready to be used to punish the enemy, chances are small—they don't have to try at all—though there are allegations that a case like this could be very much out there, more than it has been found. Then, talented people like Dorothy were swords that had just been forged and needed to be sharpened to a sharp and lustrous—just put in a little effort. Meanwhile, those who have potential like Dominique are still in the form of ore— who have to work hard—towards the process of melting, printing, forging, then grinding until it is finished. However, not a few who— tried very hard with a determination stronger than baja— based on interest that started from zero, with its initial steps in mining to distribution to forging.
His lips half smirked, his irises sparkling like holy sword eyes reflecting the moon's white light. "... You know how it ends."
"Huh, all witches are annoying," Cashel grumbled as he kept his sword back inside the sheath.
Eve around Sir Cashel was pleasant, for some reason.
"So ..." Theomund's voice again intervened with me, his words slightly lengthened with the addition of an abstract tone to draw my attention to him. "... Where do you want me to deliver the Magic Treasure to you?"
"In the field near the lake on every night of the full moon."
Only I can save myself. I am the only one who decides what my future will be, maybe my past will be. If fate has already spoken, then I have no other choice. Because according to common sense, I'm not tied to anything anymore.
"But did you know that the Inheritance needs both of us's Fate Names?"
"Of course I know."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute—" Cashel's expression turned frantic, adorned with sweaty sweat pouring down from the pores of his temple skin. "O my witch brothers and sisters!" He exclaimed with a loud tone of rejection.
He raised both hands and then massaged his temple for several rounds. At that moment, he took a breath and exhaled with his eyes and closed and a half-crying voice. Seen on his wide forehead were his eyebrows until fused and twitched, then the veins of large vessels in his neck that was bluish green was tightened, too, signs that the heart is working hard to deliver oxygen in the blood to the brain quickly.
He looks depressed.
Me and Theomund waited patiently for Cashel until he managed to calm himself down and let him take time to examine what was really going to happen. Besides, we're not in a hurry, are we? From the way Cashel drew and exhaled for the umpteenth time, I'm sure it was the last time before he expressed his opinion again.
"The name of Destiny is like you give a guarantee that can mortgage your soul. Isn't that a secret?" tanyakanya.
Every child in this world is born with the Name of Destiny. The name Destiny is like a synopsis of the novel— called life—but it only includes in one word only. Imagine, this dark-fog life put together in a word that is still ambiguous in meaning. The meaning of the Name of Destiny is new and will only be realized by the owner of the name itself when he has experienced the Turning Point; where the name refers to a wrong scenario ******* in someone's life. One of the uses of the Name of Destiny is to find out, whether a person is chosen, talented, potential, or interested.
The name Destiny is like a birthmark, which he says is the cause of how someone died in a previous life. The name of Fate was almost like a prophecy or an oracle, because the Name of Fate would definitely help one to reach the turning point stage of his life especially when it was so desperate, and no one could fight it when the tangled thread had broken down into one long stretch that had somehow stopped where the other end was.
Everything has been written in full and without a hole plot. All I can do is live it.
"The beginning and the end of all of us have been determined by that mysterious destiny, thus, You have the right to know the Name of my Destiny because You are my savior. What say?" I tried to ask Theomund for an opinion, because the key to his mustajab was him.
"Could only. Besides, you guys look close."
"... Pardon?" What does it mean to speak that way? I had to ascertain how Cashel reacted, he himself was also confused, you know.
Like there are many things that want to be expressed but do not know how to explain because they cannot compile and simultaneously speak good and true words. His mind must be disheveled. Wait, Cashel's face flushed...
Then, Theomund chuckled softly with his wide smile. Over time his smile became a laugh that is still held back with abdominal muscles. "We're starting now. It starts with you, Cashel, and then I."
"Y-well, get this over with, quickly" Cashel replied, taking off both of his gloves.
Me and Theomund walked up to Cashel who was mediating us when Theomund tried to attack me. While I still keep the black cloth to always cover my body. Even though things are conducive, it doesn't seem like the right time to reveal who I am. Let me remain mysterious like this. Let Theomund keep my secret until 25 years later.
I don't understand where this started, and how life is going to be a happy ending or sad ending. I've kept my conclusions, but there seems to be an incomplete chunk because the truth is more than that.
I gave my right hand to Cashel's left hand, while my left hand was held by Theomund's right. Theomund took his breath, then exhaled it gently. The air around us was mixed, the ground under our feet was warm, but there was a cool breeze that surrounded us like the wind****pile. His irises closed from behind his eyelids, his lips began to open to cast a spell that would bind us with a centralized efficiency.
"Oh, it was fate that laid out our footprints on the winding trajectory of the lifeline. Bless the form we want to form. Protect all our gifts and possessions. Keep it well within our grasp. Help us keep all the messages that have been entrusted to us" Theomund said.
His spell was still not finished, but Theomund had opened his eyes again, after which he looked straight at me. He was waiting for me to become a beginner—reveal our respective Fate Names. There will be more and more things that I realize from now on. In fact, it seems that I have felt my instincts feel the yardstick of my turning point is getting closer. I will try as I can, I will find a gap to go, I will not make anything more with this world.
