The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being

I cried anyway.

You're going to spit out all the remnants of your heart that have been accumulating for decades.

Gideon and Cornelius. I pulled out all the memories that sank into the bottom of my memory and fixed it. Even though all of this was important, I can finally wonder why it fell into a place where I couldn't pull it out.

Chiaran has seen you cry before, once or twice, and now it's the same.

Holding on tight, I cried and fell down.

The face I left on my shoulder last year is now buried somewhere close to my chest. It's because the height difference is open.

I'm relying too much on a 12-year-old, no matter how strong you are. I'm sure you don't know me from the last life, so you can ask me the other way around. Not a great prophet or a teacher, just Gladys.

I noticed myself crying all of a sudden and beginning to be able to think about extra things.

The feelings that I couldn't do anything about were gradually fading away.

If I could just sort out what it really was like to be so messy, I should've cried harder.

"Chiaran, you seem like a very good therapist. It would be a waste to be a king."

"I agree."

It's finally settled down enough to make a joke. Until then, Chiaran, who had been waiting silently, replied calmly.

Raise your face and look at your chest.

"Perhaps you should give Chiaran a special dress when you see me."

"Impact?

Chiaran came back with a joke. Impact is a fully women-only clothing store.

Unwittingly round your eyes.

"Did you know?

"If the company has that much momentum, that information will come in. Especially the construction of dedicated factories, the establishment of a mass production system based on a division of labor system, and innovative business types have become the topic of discussion in the economic world. Because of Lord Julius' restraint, you are not widespread. You should be prepared to pay taxes this fiscal year."

I'll leave it to my uncle and staff.

I accidentally laughed. I can rebuild my feelings with that kind of mood.

I took a deep breath once. Now I can go see Gideon.

"Thank you, Chiaran. Let's go back. I want to see my grandfather."

Ah.

I went back to the reception room with Chiaran, and I squandered my time in public conversation until they called me back.

I've completely returned to my normal mind.

A short while later, when the king came home, Chiaran took his seat.

"Are you okay now?

"Yeah."

I nodded and explored deeply with the eyes of the amethyst.

"Now you look a little free."

He murmured and left without waiting for my reaction.

You look more like a prophet than I do. But I don't feel so bad.

Without pausing, I stood in my seat and went to Gidion's bedroom alone, much more calmly than I was prepared to.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling?

Dare to speak lightly to Gidion lying on the bed.

Gideon turned his face toward us like a billionaire.

"Gladys. I'm sorry about this mess."

"Never mind."

It wasn't as powerful as usual, but it was a clear voice. It relieved me that I didn't look like a strained wind.

Looking at the remaining face of my tears, I opened my eyes to surprise. After a while, I relaxed my mouth with pleasure.

"... I see, am I going to die? You cried for me."

Murmur with a rustling tone.

"You were completely indifferent when you were Cornelius. You beat him."

I will not say that word.

"Ha ha ha. It's the first time I've surprised you. I finally got my wish."

Gidion laughed like a child who succeeded in pranks.

"Nah, why...."

"Why did you notice that? It's a secret to take to the grave."

"Oh, my God, no! I can't believe you let me do this to you!

Stop mending and lower your hips to the chair by the bed where Elias was supposed to have been.

I wish you'd told me sooner.

Then I would have come to see you more easily. Disclosing a complain about something that has been obscured for so long brings back a faint and mean gaze.

"Grandpa, sweet to me, you were so cute."

"Hah, you're still an idiot. Is that why you kept your mouth shut?

"It's important. Because I'm a jerk, I'm..."

He smiles funny and then looks at me calmly.

"I'm a happy man. I thought I'd never see you again. I'm sorry I can't drink."

"That's right. I miss the taste of the alcohol I drank with you. It's hard to stop drinking for more than two years."

For the first time in more than a decade, I sincerely bite into my loving interaction with an old friend. I will never forget this time. I want you to be able to stand up properly to the feeling of loss that comes after this.

Gideon looked serious when the conversation broke down.

"Gladys, let me hug you for the last time."

Fine, Grandpa.

I sat on my bed and gently leaned over to Gidion, who was still asleep, so as not to be burdened. Gidion hugged me with a big arm that was so powerful that it made me look ridiculous.

Speaking of which, it may be the first time in my life that Gideon has ever been hugged like this. He was my best friend, but I don't even remember hugging him.

If you think that you will soon lose this warmth forever, your eyes will naturally get hot.

Before raising her face, she kissed her goodbye to her cheeks. I don't know if it's for my grandfather or for my best friend anymore. Shizukuzuku, which fell to zero, fell down on his cheek.

"Now there's nothing to miss. Besides, I could see your crying face. It's a good souvenir to Cornelius."

"If you have time to say stupid things, you need to be reborn like me. That's right... this time you'll be born to my brother. Let's play and defeat together again."

"Ha ha ha. I'm looking forward to it. I need to get the fuck out of here."

I'm not kidding.

As he slapped each other lightly, he couldn't stop crying and buried his face in Gideon's chest again. Gideon turns his hand gently on my back this time.

"It's a goodbye for a while. Zakaraia"

"- Yeah, see you later."

Thus I bid my last farewell to my old friend and grandfather.