I'll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband - Chapter 115.2
He couldn’t understand why people said he should live better, be happier, now that Luella was by his side.
If Luella was by his side, Gerald could live well.
He wouldn’t think of dying and could muster the courage to live in the world.
But now he understood.
Why did they watch Gerald the way they did?
Why did they try to convince him?
Why his mother had always seemed on the verge of tears.
“Mother…”
Gerald licked his lips.
Something seemed to seep into his heart.
Heat surged in his chest.
Things he had forgotten seemed to return to him.
Gerald had become Gerald again.
The imperfect but lovable Gerald of the past.
“Mother!”
Gerald licked his lips again.
The face of his mother, who had held him tight and bitten her lip in anguish, came to mind.
He had felt nothing even when he saw her tears.
This is what Gerald had lost.
The tragedy brought on by Gerald’s lack of self-care was more grim than he had thought.
His parents’ hearts must have been torn apart all along.
In his first life, and the second, and even at the end.
Because of Gerald.
Tears burst from Gerald, feeling guilt.
There was no stopping them.
Gerald rubbed his face with his palms.
Slowly opening his eyes, Gerald’s gaze was clear.
And it rippled with emotion.
It was not the dead look everyone had worried about.
Gerald had returned.
He stepped back to avoid the black snake.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard something like that.”
“Well, because I didn’t say anything.”
The black snake gave a sly smile.
“Why?”
“If I had, would you be here, Luella?”
What a deceitful snake!
“You don’t have to be afraid. Just one drop will do. Your fate and Philia are like parallel lines. Your blood will greatly help construct Philia’s body. I promise it won’t harm you.”
The black snake tried to soothe me.
“Why are you doing all this? Even if it means deceiving me?”
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“Maybe because I pity Philia too? And maybe… I want to save everything I can save,” said the black snake, its expression tinged with sorrow.
It sighed, a melancholy gesture.
It seemed like the black snake was thinking about the people I had lost—people who could never come back.
“I want to bring back even just one person, so they can live out their destiny. That’s all,” it continued.
She felt like she understood the black snake’s feelings, yet she didn’t.
If it was just a drop of blood, it wouldn’t be too hard, but…
“Will there be no harm to me from this? Gerald too… something happened to him as well.”
She was afraid.
“Not,” the snake softly smiled.
“The first thing I wanted to do upon returning to this world as a god was to give life back to those who died unjustly. But even gods have limits. There were things I couldn’t do, and I had to let go.”
The black snake kept talking.
It seemed like it wasn’t just making a point; it wanted to share its story.
Oddly, she felt like it thought we were close.
But she didn’t feel that way.
She nodded cautiously.
“So?”
“I saw Philia. If I could save even Philia, I thought it would alleviate some of this feeling. So this is also for me.”
“So it’s not for me.”
“Instead, you can owe Philia a debt. Right, Philia?”
[Of course! I think I could fulfill about 10 wishes of Princess Luella. If I come back to life, Ernest will be happy, and so will my parents. They don’t smile, you know.]
Philia spoke with a dreamy face.
Her small face, with hands clasped as if praying, sparkled in the light.
She had hope.
To return to the arms of her loved ones.
And that was not a wrong desire.
“… Keep your promise that nothing will happen to me, deceiver. I want to stop making my parents sad too.”
“I promise,” said the black snake, firmly.
I stared at it.
Why doesn’t she trust it, even if it’s a god?
She shouldn’t trust it, but…
She decided to trust it one last time.
She tightly closed her eyes and held out her palm.
Something cold brushed past her palm.
A drop of her blood fell to the ground.
And then, a miracle happened.
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