A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Your majesty, Keith has returned.” Rhaegon stated as the boy entered the office once again. The expression Keith had was loose, his composure was solid. He then stated, ”I figured it out.” 

”Are you sure?”

”Mmhmm.” Keith raised the lid and revealed it. It was the same appearance as the dish he first brought in. However, the hue of the flower was different.

“Hmm?” Alastair gazed at the flower. This is the same color. It was similar to the one Fioreal brought to him. He stared at it for some time before he took a bite out of it. When he did…silence. No words could describe his emotions at this moment.

It’s the same.

The same flavor.

The same memories flooded through his mind as he could see Fioreal before him. That tender and lively smile she had while she watched him eat. 

“...How?” Alastair wanted to know. How was this child able to recreate the same dish as his deceased wife? There was something he couldn’t fathom and understand. 

Keith smiled, “I’ve read the diaries left by Lady Fioreal.” 

“I have done the same thing.” Every day after his wife’s death, he would go there and continue to read her words. Every single day, he continued to do so, yet there was no such thing as a recipe in there. He soon given up on her words.

“Then, did you read the last page?”

“The last page? There wasn’t anything written.” The diary’s last page was left blank. He assumed that she didn’t have time to write, given the disease. 

“There was.” Keith then placed the diary on the table and flipped the book over to the last page.

“Lady Fioreal was a genius and a great doctor. The last page was hidden away.”

“...” Alastair read the note, and then he looked up, ”But how does this relate to the dish?” What was written on the back was significant. But that didn’t mean it would make Keith realize the dish’s recipe. 

“It was something that I realized while staying in the garden. There’s something that didn’t sit well with me.” 

“Hmm? Something about the garden?” Rhaegon and Alastair were surprised by his words. 

“There were only a few flowers planted.” There were a large number of flowers, but the variety was limited. From what Scarlet told him, these flowers were something Fioreal planted and maintained. It was kept the same after all this time.

Keith smiled, “Fioreal was a kind person who loved her family and cherished them all the time. And I guess this meal was the representation of her love for all of you.” Flower language. Flowers have a different meaning. Her message was spread across this dish. 

“...” Alastair didn’t know what to say. But then he stared at him, “How did Grimble fruit come into this?” There was no language for a fruit like this. 

Keith chuckled, “From how she talked about it, she probably thought it resembled you.” Sour and strict. The two were the same to one another.

“...Haha.” 

“!” Rhaegon’s eyes widened as he stared at Alastair. This was the first time he had seen him laugh. 

”So that’s what she meant.” The king stared down at the dish. 

”...” There was only silence in the office.

“I have one thing I have to say to this.” Keith walked over to Alastair and then grabbed him by the collar!

“Alastair! You are the scum of the earth! You’re the worst father and don’t deserve to take care of a child!” The kind expression Keith had was nowhere to be found. Instead, what stared before him was that of rage and anger! 

“...” The demon said nothing, and he understood. 

“So make it right!”

“!”

“Make it right with her. Even if you didn’t look at her before, look at her now!” Keith roared.

“Do I still have time?”

“Probably not.” Keith let go of his collar, “But you have to try. For your wife’s memories.” He didn’t say anything else as he walked away.