I resented the touch that led everything to death.
Let me overlap my hand with yours, and let us escape into death.
A cursed hand—I have lived my whole life this way. It was more than just terrible; it was filthy and contemptible.
People called me a hope, the choice of God. In truth, I was abandoned by God, yet they worshipped the illusion visible only on the surface.
For a lifetime at the temple, I guided the dying to eternal peace. I wonder if they found true happiness, and if they ever realized I was sinking into the depths below.
Escape? Of course, I tried. The result? Well, I'm not sure. Eventually, I returned on my own, and those days remained unchanged.
A foolish hero complex? It wasn't anything like that. It was just a simple obsession.
Days like this are just so boring.
I rose from the hard bed. The only light was what filtered through the window.
From what I heard, there are no schedules today. Everyone is likely going out on an external mission. This is the chance, I'm sure of it.
The guards won't be strict today, so I'll head outside. I've lived here for 18 years; I don't just know the layout, I can see right through it.
I took out the robe I had carefully folded, intending to hide any traces of the temple as much as possible. I can't let an opportunity like this slip away.
Now, let's go. I'll make today a day without regrets.
I avoided the guards and came out to a nearby flower field; the traces swallowed by spring were left as countless marigolds. Marigolds, marigolds. I heard the temple priests talking about them.
What was the flower language of the marigold? Surely it was—...
——?
Your blunt words bothered me a little. Is this your usual personality? How peculiar. I was slightly dissatisfied with your attitude, but even so, it's human nature to become curious.
I plucked a single marigold and let it tickle my sense of smell. The texture felt through the glove was so warm, as if it had soaked up the sunlight, that I felt like I might cry.
How long has it been since I faced life up close? I was far too defenseless to simply enjoy this pleasure.
I'm just an ordinary wanderer. It's an honor to meet you.
...My, my. Did you see me at the recent procession? The short lie has come to an end. Was I foolish to try and play such a trivial role?
I clenched my fist until my glove wrinkled. It was a pathetic rebellion, an excuse. I can't hide it anymore.
Fufu, I've been caught. Are you disappointed? Yes, I am the Saint from those rumors.
Please, forgive me.
The sound of pages turning, one by one, filled the flower field like a musical performance. Before I knew it, meeting you had become familiar. You always waited for me silently in the same spot.
Even on days when I was too busy to come, you waited for me alone in that vast flower field. That fact was so sad it made my heart ache.
Do you love me? Or is it because you feel sorry for me?
I closed the book and met your eyes. It's those eyes again—eyes so empty they feel cold.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03