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Chapter 23: Volume 3 Prologue

Chabashira Sae's Monologue

There are many stories in Greek mythology that include human suspicions, hatred, and jealousy. Have you ever heard of Icarus's wings? Here's a simple summary of it.

Once upon a time in Greece, there was a great inventor named Daedalus. Daedalus was ordered by King Minos to build a labyrinth where the monster Minotaur would be confined.

However, later, he was abandoned by King Minos and ended up being confined in a tower along with his son Icarus. Daedalus, to escape from the tower in which they were imprisoned, managed to gather all the bird feathers he could find to make larger wings. The large feathers were fastened with threads, while the small ones with wax.

Soon, he completed the wings, and at the request of his son who asked when they could fly freely, Daedalus, as a father, warned him: "If you fly too high, the wings that are reinforced with wax will burn with the sun and melt. Be careful!" Icarus, who received such precious advice, flew out of the tower with his father. Then came Freedom.

But freedom, on some occasions, is dangerous because it makes one lose sight of oneself. With freedom spreading before his eyes, Icarus became intoxicated with it. Perhaps it was inevitable. It was like the breaking of a painful and contained situation.

Completely fascinated by freedom, he forgot his father's advice and flew higher and higher. The wing, built like that of a false angel, was burned by the sun and the wax melted in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the false wings burned completely. Icarus fell into the ocean and died.

Was Icarus simply a brave man who jumped into the sky to obtain freedom?

Or was he an arrogant man who believed he had reached the sun and overestimated his own power and abilities?

Perhaps, except for his own father, no one will ever know.

Now, I don't know why I remembered Icarus's wings when I encountered a particular boy. Comparing this to various situations, I felt that he is the closest to that figure. However, I immediately realized that both were radically different. Because this boy did not have the courage or arrogance of Icarus.

On the other hand, I think I resemble Icarus more. How much is it worth risking?

At what height will the sun melt the wax?

If we keep the current pace, sooner or later I might achieve my dream, but what if I don't?

What if my wings break anyway? If so, isn't it better to fly as high as possible while I can still fly?

The decision has already been made... I just hope it's not in vain.

I can't return a thrown die to its original position.

Because the bet has already begun.

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The eternal summer sea. The infinite blue sky. Perfectly clean air. The crunch of the salty sea breeze that gently envelops the body.

Here, in the heart of the Pacific Ocean, without feeling the stifling heat of midsummer. Yes, this is truly a marine paradise.

Or that's what I should be thinking, but actually, this is nothing but a nuisance. Even though I am fully aware of the reason we are here, it doesn't make it any less annoying.

But still, I don't care. Never in my life had I tried so hard to help someone, and in return, all I get is this.

I find myself in a strange position, but not so unpleasant either.