There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Chapter 378. Beneath the Showering Blossoms

A beautiful sky. A beautiful scenery.

It was a reminiscence of a delightful time when two people who were united by fate, at last, became united by choice.

"Did it look like this?" Zein asked the two people who witnessed the event which he could only see through a single photograph.

The Elder and Senan took a deep breath. "Yes," they said. It might not be the correct time, or it might just be mere nostalgia. "I believe so."

It didn’t matter.

Zein walked to the dock, followed by Senan who held a pearl white urn, as well as Ria and Sherri with a blue one in their hands. He stopped at the edge, looking into the clear water that reflected the blue of the sky and the fruit of a perfect union.

He stepped back, sweeping his gaze around the dock. "They liked to spend their leisure time here," Senan told him. "Master Roan will take out a chaise for Lady Lucia to sit and sunbathe."

"I see..."

"They named you here."

Zein raised his brow and glanced at Senan, who had a forlorn smile on his lips. That information made it even more meaningful to do it here. He could hear Ria and Sherri let out a sigh, just like any time they heard anything regarding Lucia.

Turning his body slightly, he saw the Elder, standing at the edge of the lake with Senan’s sister to watch him. The rest of the Iron Shield, as well as Hana, were gathering at the shore, and by the side, under the plum tree, were his family from the Trinity.

He stared into the pair of ambers, and with a slight smile flicked his fingers to beckon the man over.

Eyes slightly widened, Bassena vanished and reappeared beside the guide. Wordlessly, Zein stared at the surprised esper. His dream of this place, of his parents, of a happy time in another reality, had always felt...incomplete.

Because in those dreams, there was no twilight, no light before the sea of darkness.

Because those dreams, after all, were a fantasy of the past. But this man, those pair of ambers, were his future.

And he wanted his future to be there when he bid his farewell to his past.

"Just stay," he whispered, and Bassena obediently nodded.

After glancing at Senan and his aunts, Zein took out a box. It was big, almost like a treasure box, and someone would probably think it was one. The blue paint on it was almost iridescent, shimmering from the mana powder mixed into the material. A grey shield ornament was attached to the side and the lid, surrounded by a carving of hibiscus.

It shall become the new insignia of House Ishtera, instead of the mark used by the Templar of Arms Master.

Zein crouched and put the box on the wooden surface of the dock. He opened the lock on the lid, and, after taking a deep breath, glanced at Senan. The middle-aged man swiftly handed the pearl-white urn over to Zein’s hands, and helped the guide open the lid. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Without any hesitation, Zein poured the content of the urn over to the box; the fine cremains glimmering like the sand over the lakeshore. Before he could ask, Ria and Sherri had brought Lucia’s urn to his side. Zein gratefully accepted it, opening the beautiful vessel of his mother.

"And now, you’ll be together again," he whispered. "Just as I know you had promised each other once."

After all, his parents were imprinted on each other.

With a smile, Zein poured the older cremains into the box, even though Roan had died first. They must have been lonely, waiting for each other to meet in the afterlife. Of course, Roan would never hoped to see Lucia so fast, hoping his wife would hold on long even without him, for the sake of their son.

But Lucia...Lucia would have hoped she was able to meet Roan immediately. It was probably what kept her courage in the face of death, knowing she would be united with the love of her life.

Alas--the world, it was a cruel place.

Not more. You shall not be alone anymore.

With his own hand, Zein stirred the ashes.

They shall be together, and continue the journey you could never take. The journey they might talk about in the presence of blue sky and serene lake, within the showering blossoms and fragrant air. It might be different from the future they spin under the sunlight and forge with the courage of hope, but still...this time, they would face it together.

"Yes, you shall be together."

Zein grabbed a fistful of ashes and, with a smile that reflected the one inside the photograph thirty years ago, scattered them into the wind. Into the flurry of blossom and the calm ripples of the lake.

United, at last, just as their son witnessed within the photograph.

With a sliver of mana, Zein blew the ashes off his hand before closing the lid of the companion urn. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes to feel the spring breeze upon his face, and the gentle caress of invisible hands.

He took the box and stood up, pretending not to see as Senan turned his head away, hiding tears welling in his eyes. The one whose tears were not at all being hidden belonged to his two aunts and the Elder, who was almost wheezing on the lakeside.

Haa...and after he said they should not cry on this happy occasion...

His lips curled at Bassena’s words. Beneath the twins’ name was the word Ishtera carved boldly. With his authority, Zein had put the twins into the family registry, officially as his younger brothers. Because certainly, Zein would never let the twins’ names vanish in obscurity.