Chapter 10.1 (2/2)

Yet, no matter how hard she tried to hold onto her consciousness, it was impossible to do anything if her body was unstable. Freyr found out at some point that the sickness was eating her body.

‘You’re dying alone like this.’

Why did the Duke abandon her?

Why should she be framed and die so miserable?

Come to think of it, it was really strange.

A trial wasn’t held properly, it was a fixed punishment, and I couldn’t even contact her family.

My life, which was splendid, was no longer there.

The world was right for abandoning me.

After all, they curse me as a witch, a wicked woman, and are hoping for me to die.

The splendid thing was for a moment, and at the end of my life, deep darkness was greeting me.

When I struggled from death in frustration, despair, and excruciating loneliness, no one but my daughter appeared before me.

My daughter said she understood me.

Why did she forget about this child?

For seven years old, the child was so small and thin.

I could see the child’s hand trembling when she said that she understood what I wanted to be, was duke’s wife and not her mother.

It was obvious to me that people had cursed and abused the child for being her daughter.

Even when I looked at her through my blurred vision, she had a physique that looked atmost six years old.

Yes, just for being her own child, she was living like this and would continue to live like this again.

The hand of the child holding her hand was very warm.

I wanted to wrap tightly the small, warm, yet trembling hand, and hug the child.

Nevertheless, in my mouth, I only heard a voice looking for duke.

Why?

Only then did Freyr realize that she was strange.

Why do you say that you miss the Duke if you blame him, and can’t say any other words?

She didn’t have enough strength to deeply reflect on the sense of deja vu that came to her.

Only, at the moment of her death, Freyr wanted to open her mouth to call her daughter’s name.

The mouth that opened easily when searching for the Duke didn’t open at its own will, so Freyr resented and regretted it.

‘Daphne. Daphne. Daphne.’

My poor daughter, whom I couldn’t even give a proper name.

Why did she finally remember her daughter, who she held in her arms a few times?

When I had you, I was so happy.

It was as if my memory had been erased and then rewritten.

As if someone were covering her mouth, she resented her tightly sealed mouth, and Freyr closed her eyes, enduring the injustice.

She felt her consciousness slowly sinking down with tears flowing from her eyes.

She was no longer afraid of this death.

‘If, God is listening to me…’

If God considers me to be a little wise, please, please.

Please don’t let my daughter walk on the same fate as me.

If my daughter is born with this fate, please let her break that fate…

I heard the voice of my daughter, Daphne, looking for me.

However, Freyr could never open her eyes again.

The child’s name could not be called at the end.

It was the end.

* * *

The heavy pressure that held me down so far had disappeared.

When I thought that I was as light as a butterfly, I really became a purple butterfly.

I saw something beneath my wings. As I approached, I saw a little girl sitting in front of me.

It was Daphne, the daughter of Freyr.

I thought it was definitely the end, but was she given another chance?

I instinctively knew what to do in this situation.

I can’t take care of this child, touch her, hug her, or even call out her name.

I wanted to live for my child for the last time. So, I flapped my wings vigorously to take the child to a safe place.

The unfamiliar boy was sad, looking at the child. Somehow, I thought that if he were to become that child’s family, that child would be happy, too.

This was the end of what I could do.

As I felt the wings that were flapping hard slowly turn into light, my eyes met with the child who was leaving far away.

“…Good-bye, Butterfly.”

Despite the words of gratitude from the child’s mouth, Freyr could not cry.

Because she wasn’t allowed to cry.

She was just sad.

This will be our last meeting.

I should’ve held you in my arms a little longer.

I should’ve given you a name myself.

I should’ve told you I love you at least once.

From the beginning to the end, she was a truly unqualified mother.

Therefore, I had no choice but to hope that you live a happy life.

The purple butterfly began to be erased from this place.

Freyr, who was slowly disappearing into the light, prayed to God again, knowing that it was her greed.

‘Please, give this ugly mother another chance in the next life.’

Really, I’ll give her generous love in the next life.

Please, once again, put that child down by my side.

I want to tell my child that I love her so much until she gets sick of it.

I want to make my child happy.

I want to be Daphne’s mother.

I want to live happily with Daphne.

If God is listening…

The purple butterfly, with its little wish, left a small halo of light and disappeared without a trace.

Only God knew whether her wish reached God or not.