A Pale Moon Reverie: Volume 2 [Parts 1 to 12] by Kuji Furumiya

Author:Kuji Furumiya
Language: eng
Format: epub

Thoma, who had weaved his way through scatterings of people wearing a smile that, at a glance, looked no different to his usual one, tilted his head to the side as he stood in front of Eid. Whether it was because he was wearing a yukata—a rare choice for him—or because a disquieting aura hung about his tempered body, he looked oddly unsavory.

The man looked Eid up and down, and the corner of his lips quirked up. “Why are you here?” he asked.

“I didn’t come because I wanted to,” Eid replied. “If you were sane, I wouldn’t even need to be here.”

Eid looked at the sword Thoma was holding. He could hear the sound of music coming from behind him, and people were beginning to form a crowd. He didn’t think Thoma would draw his weapon in a place like this, but it was difficult to predict what the man would do in his current state.

As Eid kept a close watch on Thoma’s movements, the other man looked up at his younger sister on stage and smiled. “If I were sane?” he repeated. “What a strange thing to say.”

“Do you really think you are right now?” Eid asked incredulously.

Thoma, still smiling, narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I didn’t mean that it was strange because of me. I was talking about you.”

“What?”

“In the end, you’ll always make your way back to Sari. No matter what everybody says, no matter what excuses you make, that will never change. As long as you hate this town, you will continue to be her prisoner. Open your eyes and realize it already. I know you wouldn’t want that, given the choice.”

Eid did not reply. He knew the blood was rushing to his head. He also knew that his mind was chilled through, calming him. His emotions and thoughts at odds within him, Eid gripped his sword.

Thoma looked at the action cynically. “How long will you continue to resort to brute strength? You haven’t grown up at all, have you?”

“Shut up.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Eid drew his sword. The surrounding people, however, spared neither him nor Thoma a single glance; their attention was captivated by the otherworldly performance occurring on stage. Even so, Eid knew he could not wield his sword here—he had drawn it as a threat.

And yet, Thoma simply smiled faintly. He raised his empty hands. “This is the perfect chance for you to realize your own blind devotion. Once you do, you’ll be able to live—and die—more freely.”

“You have no right to tell me how to live.”

Eid went to create distance between himself and Thoma, but an onlooker behind him prevented him from stepping back. Trapped in place, he kept his attention focused on gauging the distance between himself and Thoma—he had never been a match for the man.

The sounds of music and bells suffused the plaza. The god’s dance was one of passionate strength, but to Eid’s ears, there almost seemed to be melancholy buried somewhere within.

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The music of the biwa and flute drifting in from outside sounded familiar.

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