Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land?

“Can you tell me your name? I can’t just call you ‘hey’ all the time.”

“…”

“If you can’t give me your name, at least tell me how I should address you. Yes?”

As always, the man didn’t listen to her. The way he didn’t raise an eyebrow, let alone look at her when she spoke to him, he seemed to have a serious hearing problem. However, knowing he was able to somewhat hear and speak when he wanted to, Seira had no plans of giving up.

After much coaxing, Seira tried her last resort.

“I won’t listen to anything you say until you tell me your name.”

“…”

“I’m not going to eat nor sleep,” Seira continued.

A little… no, it was quite a childish threat.

After a day of not drinking a sip of water for half a day, the man started to feel restless at Seira’s actions. He didn’t care at first, but the man’s expression betrayed him.

When night came, he finally opened his mouth. He looked alternately at her pursed lips and the grapes, and then said, “Mel.”

“Mel?” Seira repeated, “Is that your name?”

He nodded once and quickly offered her a grape. As if he had been waiting, Seira accepted the grape and ate it while she pondered.

‘She thought her tactic would work. He really does seem to want to take good care of me just like a child…’

It was obvious Mel was an Alpha, but he didn’t seem to consider Seira as a sexual target at all knowing she was an Omega.

Seira looked at him and tried to roll Mel’s name with her tongue as she asked, “Why does Mel live here alone? Don’t you have a family?”

“…”

In response to her words, his gaze toward Seira changed slightly from how he looked at her before.

“Me? Am I Mel’s family?”

He nodded vigorously as if Seira was asking something obvious.

‘What…?!’

Of course, she knew she shouldn’t take his words seriously as she already concluded the man was out of his mind. But she still couldn’t easily get past it.

‘Family… what does he mean by that?’

After she finished eating the fruits that he had set in front of her, Seira made her decision.

‘I have no choice but to check for it myself.’

She had an intuition that it would be a decisive hint to finding out the man’s identity.

Mel’s gaze followed Sera as she suddenly got up from eating fruits quietly. She put the teddy bear at the far end of the bed as he kept holding her in his arms, and then approached Mel and sat on his lap.

“…?”

Her image was reflected entirely in his jet-black eyes, which were filled with wonder.

‘Fortunately, he didn’t push me away.’

She kind of expected it. Whatever it meant, it wasn’t strange to let your family sit on your lap.

Seira stared at Mel, then raised her hand and stroked his hair. The gray hair that rolled between her fingers was as soft as Aven’s.

Wouldn’t Aven’s gray hair be the same as Mel’s if he got older and the grays turned to white? It wasn’t bad to imagine. His long ones were pretty, but she thought it would look even better if he kept it short like Mel’s.

Seira kept her hands moving.

As she traced the neat shape of his brows, sharp nose, and red lips with her fingertips, she noticed a few differences. First of all, the lines that made up Mel’s features were thicker and rougher than Aven overall.

‘Aven’s a bit more delicate.’

So, what about the other part?

His thighs were as hard as Baron’s. He was thick-boned, and also had a lot of muscle mass. It wasn’t a body that would be built without much training.

‘This is enough, it seems he was born with it,’ she thought, ‘Just like most Alphas.’

Seira knew someone who was born and gifted with overwhelming physical abilities.

When was only the Crown Prince, Calrad spent at most an hour a day training his physical strength and sword fighting skills. It was inevitable as he had to continuously learn for him to become the master of Hesrad.

Nevertheless, his muscle mass increased much more than those who trained all day. So was his physique. He achieved his most ideal form even before he turned into an adult.

This was purely because he came from the bloodline of Viseltiums.

They were God’s messengers who came down to protect the people from giants, demons, and vicious monsters. It was the origin of Viseltium, Askan, Jeff, and Franto which dated back into ancient times. The physical abilities and powers of pure bloods were unimaginable compared to ordinary people.

‘Maybe Mel is a pureblood too.’

Not only overwhelming power, but also unfathomable skills. It was odd that he looked a lot like Aven, but for that reason, the most likely possibility would be ruled out.

‘There is only one way to know how much of Viseltium’s blood is mixed…’ Seira thought at the back of her mind.

She grabbed his cheek with both hands.

‘It could be dangerous, but…’

However, she wouldn’t be able to find out anything if she had to wait for Mel to speak out. The reason he brought her here, his identity…

Seira tilted her head, and Mel stared at her with a blank face.

“…!”

Mel’s eyes widened as he realized what Seira was trying to do as her lips suddenly touched his lips.