“What are you doing?”
Aria paused at the young, guileless question tinged with a little sadness and worry, then answered after a moment.
“You could say I am transplanting his roots.”
“Do people have roots too…?”
“Every existence has roots.”
Even inanimate objects did.
“Why? Do you wish to come to the sea as well, young Cha Yisol?”
“I like myself as I am.”
“How unfortunate. If you came, Giovanni could return in greater comfort….”
“Why do you say he’s returning?”
“Perhaps because you are a human whelp, you ask many questions.”
“If you don’t like them, I’ll stay quiet.”
“And you understand your place well….”
Aria trailed off, then continued while refining the System.
“He was originally supposed to be in this sea.”
This should have been his ‘homeland.’
“He has merely been stolen away for now.”
“Who stole him?”
“Fate.”
That sickening fate had made them this way.
“…….”
“Is Hyung in pain?”
“…It is not painful.”
As proof, Gio’s face beneath the seawater was as peaceful as that of someone asleep.
“I have merely returned him to the place where he belongs.”
“Is this where Gio Hyung was originally supposed to be?”
Cha Yisol murmured with a sad expression,
“It’s too cold here. There are many sparkling things, but it’s too large and quiet, and there are no friends… That chair Gio Hyung is sitting on doesn’t even look soft.”
“But that chair carried the honor of a century.”
“If he sits there too long, it looks so hard that his bottom will hurt.”
“You say something similar to Giovanni.”
He, too, had often entertained such strange notions. That the Sun Church’s buildings contained so many glittering objects that they tired his eyes, or that the vast temple was too lonely to…