# Chapter 11
It was still early morning.
I opened my eyes to the sound of a bell ringing in my ears.
The temple bell announced dawn.
When I was first incarnated as a child, I would rub my sleepy eyes and attend prayers to please the priests.
They insisted that I sleep more, but I prayed as I fell asleep, asking to find my master, to meet him today. But it seems that the ruler of this world does not listen to the prayers of those who come from another world, so I did not find my master.
So, ever since I turned 10, I started praying for something else.
I asked for my mother to be healthy, to go through cancer treatment without vomiting, and for her beautiful hair to grow back. I did not choose to come into this world, so I hoped that at least this prayer would be answered.
squeak-!
The old wooden door opened with a short scraping sound.
The wooden floor made noises with every step.
Aren't banks a place that is sometimes used to transfer money illegally? Of course, there are clean places too.
Our temple is one of those clean places.
Our high priest is so honest that he leaves a minimum of money for living and spends the rest on the slums.
So, as you can see, the temple is full of places that need repair. The priests say their faith is not as old as his, but I wish they would at least replace the broken glass windows that let in the wind.
I tightened my scarf tighter and walked on my tiptoes like a stealing cat.
The energetic priests were already sitting on the cool wooden chairs, praying fervently. I sat down in the chair closest to the door and put my hands together.
The last time I attended prayer was when I was eighteen. That day, I suddenly realized that a ruler would not listen to the prayers of someone who signed a contract with a demon.
So, I stopped attending prayer under the pretext of studying.
But today was different.
Yesterday, two people died before my eyes. I don't know why, but they pretended to be my parents, and then they were shot.
Of course, they were strangers, but I wanted to pray for them. I hope they go to a good place. Maybe they lied for money, but I don't think their sin deserved death. I prayed that their ruler would save them.
“Olivia? You're still not feeling well, why didn't you get some rest?”
I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of chairs being pulled out after the prayer ended. Sunlight was filtering through the broken window.
“They said you don't have to go to work today. Go back to sleep.”
I fainted yesterday after seeing that horrific scene. According to Mr. Ruan, the knight Felix carried me here and said that I have today off.
"I'm fine now. Maybe I was nervous because it was my first assignment."
I raised the corner of my mouth with effort. Despite the death of two people yesterday, the festival continued. I heard about vacation, but I couldn't rest.
This festival is for foreigners, and many of them will come, so I took to the streets under the pretext of work.
Today, the last day of the Peace Festival, the streets were crowded with foreigners.
Colorful flags were flying in the square, and paper fans and balloons distributed free to children created a cheerful atmosphere.
Thanks to the crowds, the capital seemed full of life. It seems no one knew about yesterday's death.
Even in the Al-Sabah newspaper, there was no mention of the incident.
Sure enough, Lucid kept it quiet. Maybe if I died suddenly after my birthday, it would be like that.
As if Cha Yuna died in the other world and the world continued.
“Is anyone injured in the civil war?”
A festival for foreigners, streets full of them. But searching for a foreigner who was shot? Like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“Have you been shot in the war?”
“Miss!”
But whenever I asked, I felt people look like I was crazy. Perhaps a rumor is spreading among foreigners that says, “Beware of a crazy woman looking for a foreigner who has been shot.”
“Huh, I searched for 15 years, will he suddenly appear today?”
I asked everyone I saw about a man with a bullet in his hand, but all I got was pain in my legs.
I sat on a chair, massaged my legs, and muttered: “Is Edmund really, sir?”
I can't imagine him hugging a doll and running away, but maybe he was cute as a kid? If I haven't found him after all this time, isn't Edmund the master?
“The fireworks will start soon.”
In this or that world, fireworks conclude festivals. I looked at the colorful streets and noticed that the crowds had thinned out.
Everyone probably went to see the fireworks at the entrance to the palace.
I shook off my clothes and got up. Well, as long as I get here, I will do my best until the end. I started talking to people nearby. But moving through the crowds was difficult.
Pyeong-bang-!
The fireworks started.
As the colorful toys exploded into the sky, people cheered and raised their eyes.
The fireworks were amazing even for me, who I've seen a lot of in Seoul, but I regretted coming.
The sound of explosions sounded like gunshots. The scene of Baron Schurz and his wife falling and splashing with blood interspersed with this sound, making my heart beat and my vision shake.
I covered my ears with trembling hands and squatted down. It's okay, the fireworks won't last more than 10 minutes. Just hold on for 10 minutes.
I bit my lip until it bled and started counting in my mind, praying that time would pass. But the more I closed my eyes, the red blood became more visible, and I shrunk even more.
“Miss, are you okay?”
I suddenly felt a cautious touch on my shoulder.
"Are you hurt? You've been here a while."
It was a small warm touch, but it felt like a lifeline. I grabbed that hand. It was not a bare hand, but a gloved one. glove? Is it Edmund? I slowly raised my head.
“I am a doctor, are you sick?”
How could Edmund speak so kindly? I was expecting something ridiculous.
The light of the final fireworks illuminated the man's silver hair with bright colors. The backlight obscured his face, but his red eyes shone brightly.
“No, I wasn't injured. Thanks.”
When I calmed down and let go of his hand, he grabbed my hand again.
"angel?"
***
Today, I felt something was missing. Things with the Voglich people ended smoothly, so why do I feel this way?
“Your Highness, would you like coffee?”
Asking Dante as he makes coffee, Edmund finally realizes why he feels this way.
Olivia, who was always smiling and offering him warm coffee when he arrived, was not there.
He was the one who gave her leave, so why does he feel this way? Her eyes sparkling with expectation, her shoulders slumped when he ignored her, appeared clearly in his mind.
“Everyone, take this!”
Natasha suddenly opened the door and held something very large.
“What is this all about?”
They were palm-sized pieces of colorful fabric, sewn together.
"The Arian delegation saved by Olivia, who was injured by the fish! His wife gave us this as a thank you gift. It's a traditional bag that Arian uses, and the embroidery is very cute, isn't it?"
“Oh, my daughter will love this.”
"I'll take these! The colors are beautiful."
While everyone was choosing what they liked, Edmund said: “Since the new employee saved him, you should take this one.”
Everyone stopped extending their hands, surprised that Edmund would care about something like that.
"… now?"
“What are you waiting for? Come on.”
“Ah, okay!”
Felix followed Edmund in wonder, the latter looking more lively than before.