Chapter 163
Since the land had been so barren, a single song could not instantly turn it into a paradise.
But even this—wasn’t it already a dazzling miracle?
The warriors, startled by the vines creeping up their ankles, leaped back in surprise.
Leaves unfurled with a soft rustle on the ivy climbing the castle walls.
Within moments, the inner castle had transformed into a lush meadow, with dandelions blooming gently here and there.
That expanse of greenery soon spread beyond the castle like a vast carpet, stretching outward from where Siren stood—covering a full kilometer ahead.
“My god…”
“T-This… this is… a miracle.”
“Her Highness… she did this, didn’t she?”
The bewildered people turned to one another.
And then—who was the first to kneel?
Someone, collapsing to the ground, carefully gathered the soft grass in both hands and pressed it against their cheek.
Some trembled, afraid that even the slightest rough touch might uproot it.
Others simply looked around in awe, too astonished to speak.
Yasamin silently observed the scene before quietly stepping up to Siren’s side as her song came to an end.
“…Ah.”
At last, Siren blinked, as if awakening from a deep slumber.
Her dreamy blue eyes, unaware of what had just transpired, were so breathtakingly beautiful that one might want to trace them with their tongue.
And at the same time, so unbearably precious that one might want to seize her in an embrace until their chest shattered from the weight of emotion.
No—perhaps, it made one want to kill her instead.
‘You love so many lives, and yet, you still never turn your gaze toward me.’
Always second.
Always standing behind.
If no matter what he did, they could never stand side by side…
“…Um, this… what exactly happened?”
“You did it, my lady. A miracle has occurred.”
“M-Me?”
“Yes.”
Siren’s legs gave out beneath her.
Anticipating her collapse, Yasamin had already positioned himself in front of her, catching her with ease.
“Y-Yasamin! The grass! There’s grass growing! And—t-trees! Trees have sprouted!”
“Yes. Do you wish to see them up close?”
“Yes!”
As he watched her face light up with joy, he struggled to suppress the aching tightness in his chest.
Ah, unbearably lovely.
If a single smile could so effortlessly smother the violent, sadistic thoughts that clawed at him, then what else could this be but madness?
Lifting Siren into his arms as if she were a princess, he leapt from the castle wall.
Falling abruptly from such a great height, she let out a small scream.
Finding her reaction amusing, he chuckled—at which Siren, clinging tightly to him with her arms wrapped around his neck, puffed up her cheeks in protest.
“Oh? Could it be that you’re sulking?”
“…I am not.”
“Next time, I shall give you a warning. From now—approximately one second from now—you’re about to be startled, so take care to steady that little rabbit heart of yours.”
“A, a rabbit, you say!”
It’s cute how his cheeks are flushed, perhaps from embarrassment.
Siren quickly slid down from him and stared blankly at a small tree.
“If we raise it well, won’t it grow big someday? It could provide shade, too.”
“If my lady continues to sing the hymn of life, it will.”
“Was the song I just sang the hymn of life?”
“Yes. It’s an ancient song that’s now forgotten.”
As Siren reached out, the small tree gently stretched out its branches and produced leaves.
Tap.
The small tree trembled from where her delicate fingertips touched it.
Of course, it would feel good.
To these plants, Siren is no different from the great mother goddess.
“How do you know all these things? Or… is it something I’ve forgotten after all?”
Yasamin didn’t respond to Siren’s whisper.
She almost asked if he remembered their child’s name, but a surge of emotions welled up, making her think it was better to say nothing.
And Siren understood Yasamin’s silence.
Not with her head, but purely with her heart.
Even if she tried not to feel it, she somehow did, so she plucked a leaf and silently thanked the tree. Then, Siren did something else: she tucked the leaf behind Yasamin’s ear.
“…Hmm?”
“Just because. It suits you well. It would suit you even better with a laurel wreath.”
“In that case, I should give my lady a flower.”
Yasamin chuckled and plucked a dandelion that had grown nearby.
Of course, he didn’t offer any words of gratitude.
Anyway, the swaying yellow flower was held in his hand.
After tucking Siren’s black hair behind her ear, he placed the flower there.
“It suits you very well.”
“Ah….”
Yasamin, who was murmuring so, looked so handsome that Siren’s ears turned red.
‘My chest feels hot. Why is this happening?’
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