Chapter 865 – Tower of Deep Dreams – Azalea, Cornus Officinalis (4)

Dad.

“… “Are you soothing?”

Why can I see a face clearly now that I couldn’t see clearly even in my dreams?

Azalea, who was wandering through her hazy memories, looked around the empty surroundings, decided on her own that this place was a dream, and sat down.

“…”

A playroom in an old mansion.

This place, with its fluffy puzzle-shaped multicolored tiles, was almost my only memory with my father. Azalea covered her trembling mouth and looked around her.

Young Dal-rae’s space was filled with toys, poetry books, dolls, and fairy tale books filled with memories.

In between, there were pictures taken with Lee Si-heon and Shiva that were embedded in my memory.

As if referring to oneself who is half-hearted and troubled.

It seemed to reveal her mind as she spread out her worries about her daughter, whom she wanted to protect with the sole intention of trusting the man she loved.

“… Why, in a place like this…”

Could it be that she is dead? The fear that comes upon you in a moment.

The man in front of me was clenching his fists as he looked at Dal-rae’s face with complicated eyes.

After a long silence. Unable to hold back, he opened his mouth and asked.

“Soothe, right?”

“… Where am I? I have to leave quickly. Yet…”

Omg. After swallowing her breath, Dal-rae came to her senses and looked straight ahead.
My heart is racing. My breathing was troubled, and my vision was distant as I panicked.

Azalea immediately looked at her hands. Her blood-soaked palms came into view, and he sensed her racing pulse, calming her cornered mind.
A beating heart is proof that you are alive. Dal-lae, who had achieved her life’s goals with a photo of a smiling Shiva, held her chest and took a deep breath.

‘This. It’s the ordeal of the tower.’

To mentally break the weakest me?

No. In that case, there was no way the father in front of me was making such a painful expression. Instead, he probably made up a hallucination to make you resent me.

Eyes that have lost their luster due to guilt, and hands that are hesitant to reach out.

Even if it was a relationship that could not be formed for a long time, it was still possible to read the line of emotion.

“… Dad.”

“!”

I was lost in thought for a while.

When Azalea’s mouth opened, the man’s face trembled in shock. He was as scared as his daughter.

“That’s right… ?”

My gaze scratched the ground.

After giving young Dal-lae the pain of bereavement and escaping from the pain alone, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find the confidence to look at his daughter with straight eyes.
What kind of humiliation did my daughter, who was left alone, suffer as she grew up like this? She must have been so overcome by a sense of defeat and helplessness that her youthful feelings were slowly killed.

“Ugh.”

Weak thoughts do not go away. When his soul returned, he was extremely weak and miserable, unlike the day he broke up with Dal-lae.

The emaciated, and skeletal face is hidden in the shadows. Azalea was silent and waited for her father to speak, but she couldn’t bear it and asked.

“Ah, pa.”

Dad. Those words ring a bell. Dad. My dad.

Even if his relationship with his wife was broken, he and Dalla were clearly blood relatives.

“I’m sorry.”

The man, overcome with emotion, covered his face with his hands and apologized to Dal-lae with his throat still feeling foreign.

“My daughter. Sorry. Sorry. I’m First. Not like a father. By giving up.”

Could it be that the room where Dal-lae’s life is organized became a factor in knocking on the emotional door even harder?

The man who saw the large wildflower sitting in the playroom trembled, clutching his flesh in pain as if the flame would die out at any moment.

Only then did Dal-lae, with wide eyes, realize that this moment was not a lie or a dream.

What entity cries out so vividly?

Without any signs or omens.

Dal-lae, who felt the disadvantage of expressing her emotions on her own, was considering telling her of her disappointment in response to her father’s apology. He looked down at Shiva’s face and shook his head.

“Dad.”

“…”

When you take your life.

What he felt was probably a sense of liberation rather than concern for his daughter.

He was suffering from the shock of losing his wife. He committed suicide alone, completely ignoring the pain the child would experience.
He never thought he would face it like this again. It was something he wanted to avoid, and all he could do was make excuses.

At that pathetic appearance.

Just a dead existence without going beyond his own suffering.
With worried eyes, Dal-lae pursed his lips and said an unpleasant sound to him.

“Are you okay. Everything is fine. There are many things that are not okay. He became a person who could forgive everything.”

It’s true.

Her husband and lover, Lee Si-heon, is an idiot, doesn’t talk about himself, and does whatever he wants.

When I broke up with Shiva, I thought it was right to get angry, but Dal-lae tried to truly understand and embrace him.

There’s still one thing I can’t understand.

Even if you hear nonsense saying that it had to be that way or that this is the only way.

She still felt that Lee Si-heon loved her daughter and herself. He was able to wait patiently.
Because he was the one who did not understand such a distant story as fate. There is nothing more embarrassing, foolish, or ridiculous than getting angry over something that cannot be fully investigated.

In that sense.

Dal-lae’s words that she had become a patient and philanthropic person were undoubtedly true.

“… “What?”

“Thanks to the spirit my father gave me… I became a talented hunter. He also avenged his father. Mom. They say she was brainwashed. “She didn’t go to another man because she hated her dad or was disappointed in him.”

A story I really wanted to tell.

It’s not that your love is misaligned, it’s just that it’s been twisted by too much external pressure.

“…”

It is a cruel story in its own way.

Rather, that guy. If I had been seduced by Lee Seong-han and had my body and mind stolen, I would at least have been able to put aside my lingering feelings for my spouse.

The groans of that pathetic day were actually a part of mental control by this ability, and he couldn’t stand the pain. What if he chose to die rather than save his spouse?
Because you will never look more pathetic than that.

“Well, town. Ugh!”

The man, nauseated by a headache, fell to her knees and let out a heavy breath along with tears.

I wish it wasn’t the truth.

The man, who felt shame as his dignity was shattered, simply vented his disgust and shame toward himself in front of his daughter, without any excuse.

“Cold, cold… Big, wow.”

Dal-lae, who revealed the truth even though she knew it would happen, said while clenching her fists.

“I’m sorry.”

“…”

“Maybe. “I feel like this space was created because of me.”

To understand things that were incomprehensible.

Dal-rae, who needed strength, eventually decided to climb the Tower of Ancient World and Simmong.

If you can help Lee Si-heon, he will definitely be able to hear the reason why he had no choice but to break up with Shiva. Perhaps I could personally resolve the misunderstanding between his father and daughter.

“… Is it because I have regrets about my father?”

“!”

“I wanted to tell my dad the truth.”

It was a foolish thing to commit suicide, but I didn’t blame him.

What do you do when you get angry at someone who has already left this world?

So the truth revealed now was never intended to cause pain to her father. Reveal the truth one by one. Put it down. To tell you that you are living well.

The photos scattered irregularly in a circle with azaleas at the center are shaking.

The photos emit a darker and stronger light as you get closer to the Dallae. The faces of Lee Si-heon, Shiva, and her close sisters were all there.

Her painful memories of her father were located relatively far away.
Pain rarely stays by Dal-rae’s side.

The man’s eyes fell into deep thought after seeing this. It’s not that she’s sad that her daughter is moving away from her father’s memories, but that the memories that stay close to her are mostly smiling faces.

When you take your own life. For her, her dream that she had for the last time has come true. That was to forget his trash-like father and find his own happiness by leaving alone.

She said it was right for her to disappear from this child’s autobiography.
At a time when weak thoughts were rising, Dal-rae’s strong voice followed.

“I also have a boyfriend. I also have a child. His name is Shiva. He is such a loving child. So, even though her father sadly left, I understand how she feels.”

“… “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? Thanks to her, she was able to meet a really nice person. This too is fate. She doesn’t blame her dad one bit. Right now… It’s difficult because there are so many things going on, but I think we can overcome it. “I think so.”

-Trudging.

A disturbing sound coming right from behind.

The man raised his head in surprise and shrugged his shoulders.

[Hey, hey.]

The scars of King Mokryeong covering Lee Seong-han’s face.

Dal-rae closed her eyes and stood up. The time has come. As soon as he guessed her ordeal, he unleashed her magic power out of his body.

In the entire kingdom, the tree is weaker than anyone next to Lee Si-heon.

Even though I know that, I plan to fight.

The man who saw Dal-rae’s strong expression had a calm face for the first time.

“… Happiness, I did it.”

“Yes. I have a lot to tell you. “I don’t know when I will leave this space.”

“Really, call me dad…” . Are you thinking about it?”

“Of course.”

It’s true that my father couldn’t get it back.

That doesn’t mean he won’t be a dad.

‘If I make a mistake here.’

He can straighten his shoulders and speak. He lived more honestly and true to himself than anyone else.

-Pabbat!

Warm pink magic filled the space.

* * * * * * *

-Blurredly.

Two unfamiliar faces appeared in Suyu’s eyes as she raised her eyelids.

A playground with a sandy beach. There are swings and bars lined up. It was an early evening scene with the setting sun.

As she was wiggling her sleepy eyes, a woman who saw her breastfeeding was startled, started making a fuss, and grabbed the man next to her by the collar.

“How! I woke up~!! What should I say first? Miho?”

“My throat hurts. Ma’am. And this is Jiho. Seongjiho.”

“Oh my, that’s right… Boy. Strangely, whenever I see you, why do I want to change my name?”

“Please. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so please don’t make a fuss.”

“Wow, now that I don’t have any family connections, I’m just going to leave, right? “Hmph.”

The two people, who seemed quite friendly, woke up Cornus officinalis by talking to each other.

The two bickered, and as soon as he saw her open eyes, he looked down at her with a happy smile. At that moment, Suyu’s eyes widened, and she looked at their faces again with her trembling pupils.

“Mom…”

“Yes, mom. “Our mother who loves breastfeeding.”

“Miho?”

“This is Jiho. Lady.”

Su Yu woke up, rubbing her eyes, sitting on the sandy beach and looking around, wondering if it was a dream or reality.

There is no Lee Si-heon and no other women.

If so, it may be one of the strange phenomena caused by the tower.

There is a high probability that those two are fake as well, so why does my heart hurt so much?

“…”

Her large breasts meet her slightly tilted thighs. When I saw the weight of this gravity, it felt like reality.

“… Mom? Jiho?”

Is it true?

“But my daughter’s breasts are a bit big… “Who do you look like?”

“…”

“That’s sexual harassment, my secretary.”

“… “I didn’t say anything?”

Also, just the two of us play drums and drums.

The mother hugs the woman tightly and makes a sigh, and Jiho lowers his eyes as if he is being wronged.

Without realizing it, Cornus officinalis stretched out her hands and hugged the two with all her strength.

-Wow!

“Ouch… Suyu! “Mom, I’m being strangled, it hurts!”

“… Miss? Town.”

Tears fell from Su Yu’s round eyes. Drops of water rolled down her soft cheeks like glass beads and wetted the collars of the two of them.

“Mom… Jiho… Is that right?”

The two people looked at each other while being hugged, over the back of Cornus officinalis’ neck.

Afterward, they laughed and shared the temperature of the feeding for a while.