The friend led him out of the memorial hall crying. Mac and the child looked at their backs.
Mac became heavy-hearted. From the time Natra invaded until now, he had been agonizing all year long, but he still haven't found an answer.
'If I wasn't born.... Wouldn't this have happened without me being born? Am I really the traitor they've been looking for?'
It was the child who woke him up from his self-condemnation by holding his hand.
"That's...."
"Ah. That's the kid who disappeared into the wormhole that day."
The child saw a picture on the wall. The child possessed black eyes and black hair, he was smiling broadly. And next to it was a picture of the same child holding a teddy bear.
But, somehow, he looked familiar. Mac, who had a sense of familiarity with the child in the picture, turned his head. The child, he was with, was also staring blankly at the picture.
Mac was looking at the picture and the child alternately and tilted his head.
'I think the two look alike.'
It seemed that the child in the picture would grow up like this child after five or six years.
The child couldn't take his eyes off the picture for a moment.
"... What does it say?"
"Hmm."
Mac slowly read the notice. It was the victim's family that Mac personally met a year ago. The image of the woman crying to death was still clear in his head. His heart ached.
"Dear William... I didn't even expect you to disappear in a moment like that.
Why didn't I run faster, why wasn't I with you? I regret it every day.
I really hope you stay alive.
Just live happily wherever you are. Even if we can't spend time with you, we'll be able to have hope if you're still alive. You'll be happy.
Mom and dad will wait for you forever.
I'll wait for you at my house anytime you come.
Come back anytime.
I love you, mom and dad."
'William.'
At that word, the child's eyes grew bigger. The child held the pendant hanging on his neck tightly in his hand. One word that remains in his head from the time he started remembering things.
William.
Only then, all the puzzles were put together.
He could tell.
This is was his hometown. That little child his. He has a family waiting for him.
Something came up in his eyes. The child's head clearly remembered his family members who were having a happy day. Everyone in Central Park looked like that.
'Me, too.
I'm here too.
I could live here like that.'
Something wriggled in the child's heart.
'I was able to be happy!'
The child's eyes looked at the picture on the wall turned cold.
Seojun stopped [E.L.F.'s basic breathing]. And [Evil basic breathing] started. At the same time, he used another ability.
[The gloomy scent of flowers blooming alone – lowest level]
