Chapter 4: Not Reached (1)
"Why did you come here? Do you not even remember what you said? I went away as you wished, but then why did you come to such a hideous place?"
As I heard her words, filled with unmistakable hostility that she struggled to conceal, I realized the enormity of my mistake.
Her hostility stirred up an unparalleled sense of guilt within me, surpassing any hostility I had encountered upon entering this drawing room.
I knew Adilun was a more kind-hearted person than anyone else.
The image of her selflessly sacrificing herself, even for those who despised and rejected her, was deeply ingrained in my heart. I already held immense empathy and respect for her, considering her the epitome of a merciful saint.
Listening to Adilun's words, laced with hurt, sorrow, and anger that she couldn't hide, I understood that my words to her were not mere expressions. They wounded her pride and inner self.
"..."
I stared at her silently, and after that, I immediately fell to my knees.
Forgiveness is not merely a verbal thing; it cannot always be obtained through words alone. For me, it is akin to a law that must be accompanied by corresponding actions. I had no intention of crushing someone who had been hurt just to display my ego.
So, I knelt down, and I saw Adilun with a puzzled look on her face, maybe she was surprised by seeing me in this state, as she began to open her mouth, seemingly at a loss for words.
So, I observing her in such a manner, I spoke up to break the silence.
"I'm sorry."