I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills - Chapter 40

[EP.40] The First Cry

NOTE: There are illustrations in this chapter, but from the raw I get, it didn’t have any illustrations.

“Thank you.”

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With those words of gratitude, Bianca managed to slowly part her lips.

Having regained her emotions over the past three years, Bianca had come to know both suffering and pain.
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Yet, it was only now that she realized her entire past was riddled with agony.

A cursed child, born from the death of her mother.

Because of that, Bianca was ostracized in Hardenhartz and eventually used as a tool for a political marriage.

Her childhood was tainted with nothing but misery.

“I didn’t know when I was without emotions, but those were indeed painful experiences. That’s why I didn’t really care about the family. I didn’t care if such a family, which only gave me pain, was ruined.”

As she spoke, the corners of her lips slowly lifted.

“But then, the words my sister said while hiding me that day caught hold of me.”

Blood trickled from Bianca’s lips as she spoke.

Kraush hesitated but she continued speaking, despite the dripping blood, as if there was no one else to hear this story.

“…That day, I didn’t understand what my sister meant. She said she hated me yet did not hate me, that she hated herself for hating me. She said I wasn’t someone who deserved to be hated.”

It was an expression of emotions that were beyond comprehension.

Like human beings that couldn’t be defined by just one attribute, emotions couldn’t be defined simply either.

Emotions were always a tangle of contradictions.

You could hate someone with all your might, yet somewhere inside, you still hold them close.

Emotions couldn’t be expressed in just one way.

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“Until I regained my emotions, I didn’t understand the meaning of her words. Neither did I understand how difficult it was to divide emotions into simple binaries. My sister must have felt the same.”

Jenica hated Bianca.

But she also loathed herself for not being able to help hating her.

Jenica had lost her mother at a young age, and the only target for her misdirected emotions was Bianca.

Even knowing Bianca was blameless, Jenica couldn’t erase that vague resentment.

Thus, she loathed herself terribly.

That’s why she confessed the truth to Bianca at the end.

I hate you yet I do not.

The one I hate is myself for hating you.

You do not deserve to be hated.

And with those contradicting feelings, she hid Bianca that day and took her own place in death.

“Emotions definitely meant pain for me.”

A world full of agony.

Yet, this world was not the grey she had once seen when she was devoid of emotions.

Painful it may have been, yet for the first time, her life found a driving force to move forward.

Perhaps that was the combustion of the emotion known as vengeance.

“But still, worse than such pain was the curse.”

Tears flowed down, tracing the curve of her lips.

“Mr. Kraush.”

Kraush looked at her.

“Right now, I feel freer than when I was cursed.”

Kraush couldn’t fully understand her words.

After all, he hadn’t lived the same life as she had.

The ‘Snow Doll’ curse which had afflicted Bianca was long since devoured by Kraush’s other curses.

Therefore, he couldn’t comprehend what it meant to be without emotions.

“So, I wonder. If I had understood emotions a little earlier, would I have spoken more with Jenica? Would I have mourned our mother’s death—which I never saw—together with my brother and father, and tried to move past the grief?”

Bianca was unaware of her emotions.

Thus, she defined Jenica’s complex emotions towards her as simple hatred.

“It’s all unknown. Truly, I have no idea. Back then, I was akin to a suppressed doll. Yet, maybe the mere fact that such thoughts occur to me now is because I possess emotions.”

Inside her crumbling smile.

“Yet, no matter what else…”

She slowly closed her eyes.

“Being engaged to you Mr. Kraush, maybe I could’ve, um, been better, sometime… maybe…”

Those were Bianca’s last words.

Tears streamed down along with her final breath, and her eyes slowly closed.

Kraush, watching this, spoke out.

“…Bianca.”

There was no response.

That was Bianca’s end.

Down her closed eyes, tears slowly trickled, reaching her frozen legs.

Kraush slowly approached.

And then he pulled a small dagger from his pocket.

Crack, crunch—

Kraush broke the ice encasing her with the dagger.

His hand numb with frostbite and pain, but he didn’t care.

When Bianca collapsed into his arms after a while of breaking the ice, Kraush carried her:

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He placed her body upon the bed.

Silence filled the room.

As he collapsed in front of it, Kraush closed his eyes quietly.

“…Damn it.”

Realizing anew just how rotten the world could be.

The Bianca of his memories was no more.
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Instead, the current Bianca was there before him.

The Bianca of that day, whom he could still make happy.

That’s why Kraush kept her beside him.

He once owed her his life.

Hence, Kraush did the things he couldn’t do for her before.

Just as she had wished in her last words—to engage more fully as her betrothed—Kraush stayed with Bianca.

And undoubtedly, the nature of his relationship with Bianca was different now.

As she had said, Kraush thought they got along pretty well.

“At home, emotions were always deemed unnecessary.”

Bianca’s voice quietly echoed.

Compared to then, it was still young and naïve.

“But when I’m by your side, Mr. Kraush, it’s different.”

By Kraush’s side, Bianca gradually changed.

Being near him, she became curious about emotions and felt at peace.

Where no one hated her, and where someone treated her warmly.

That was what home was supposed to be:

A place where she didn’t fear tomorrow and could sleep in peace.

For Bianca, that place was right by Kraush’s side.

“When I’m by your side, Mr. Kraush, I find it painful that my face and heart don’t move.”

She wanted to smile with him when he laughed.

Cry with him when he was sad.

Get angry with him when he was angry.

But she couldn’t do any of that.

Her curse wouldn’t allow her to feel emotions.

“With others, I thought it was better not to have any emotions.”

Emotions that brought nothing but pain were happier gone.

“But in front of you, Mr. Kraush, I wish to feel.”

However, with just one person.

In front of him, it was different.

“I want to get angry, cry, and laugh for you.”

And yet, she helplessly shook her head.
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“But I don’t want you to lose your emotions, Mr. Kraush. I don’t want to see you become like me. If you don’t laugh, then I don’t want to, either.”

Contradictory thoughts.

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But Bianca could speak no other way.

Therefore, holding onto Kraush’s hand, she slowly bowed her head.

She knew all too well that her contradiction was an unsolvable problem.

“Don’t worry.”

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At that moment, startled by Kraush’s voice, Bianca’s shoulder twitched.

“A curse doesn’t backfire on those who aren’t its target. Even If I take on your curse, my emotions won’t disappear. I’m an expert when it comes to curses. You can trust me.”

After all, he would not be affected by a mere ‘Snow Doll’ curse.

He had withstood and even handled far worse curses.

With Kraush’s words, Bianca slowly raised her head.

She felt an unbearable urge to burst with the emotions her expressionless face was concealing.

Even if selfish, it was fine.

For Kraush was the sort of person who would accept even that selfish part of her.

So then.

“Mr. Kraush, please.”

This moment.

At least for this moment.

May her expressionless facade vanish.

To thank him for saving her with a smile.

To be angry at how hurt he got because of her.

To cry for the trouble she caused.

The Snow Doll.

Assuredly it was a curse that negated emotions.

But in fact, the curse of the Snow Doll was closer to suppressing them than erasing them.

It was a curse that almost completely repressed one’s ability to feel.

That’s why people thought Bianca was devoid of emotions.

But in this moment her emotions were.

Overflowing to a degree that even the Snow Doll couldn’t suppress them.

“Please, bring back my emotions.”

With that, Bianca’s words ceased.

Having heard it all, Kraush lifted the hand that Bianca had held.

“You don’t even need to ask.”

In front of Kraush’s eyes, Bianca came into view.

The girl with snow-white hair, forever expressionless.

Despite her young age, her exquisite looks made her impassive face all the more prominent.

Those younger days came flooding back.

Kraush thought even he would think she was pretty if the girl would just smile.

But in the end, he never saw Bianca smile.

Only witnessed her meeting the end amidst deep sorrow.

“What if gaining emotions and experiencing them firsthand would let me know which is more painful?”

He remembered Bianca, who wanted to know the severity of suffering through emotions.

But she was no longer here.

Only…

Now there was Bianca, who yearned for happiness through emotions.

This was the future he had changed through his return.

A future that Kraush could offer her, now that she understood the contradictions of emotions.

Kraush’s Black Hood revealed Bianca’s dial.

“It was always my intention.”

[To become Bianca’s ‘most important person.’]

The final dial.

[Conditional target]

[Kraush Balheim]

Click—

The dial was already open.

Crack— Thud—

And then, teardrops began streaking down Bianca’s eyes.

These weren’t tears from something in her eyes but from sorrow welling up.

The tears kept flowing unrestrainedly, like a broken faucet.

Bianca’s face slowly transitioned into a sobbing expression.

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Having lived her life without expression, it seemed awkward for her, but one thing became clear.

“Hic, sob, Mr. Kraush, I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s because of me. My apologies. What about your arm, what to do…”

For a distant future where she wouldn’t have to cry,

So that she could shed all the tears she might have during her lifetime, today.

“Cry all the tears you couldn’t cry in your lifetime, right here.”

Bianca buried her face in Kraush’s modest embrace.

Quietly, Kraush cradled her head gently.

That warmth was the most comfortable thing Bianca had ever felt.

On that day, the girl cried her very first tears in this world.

A cry that should have been ushered in under everyone’s blessings,

Resounded within the warmth of a single person.