episode_0011

A day has passed.

In the meantime, I did what living things do: eat, wash, poop, and sleep.

A third of a person’s life is made up of these memories, so there’s nothing embarrassing about it now.

It was my first time doing it myself, but it wasn’t difficult at all because I had Rebecca’s memories.

Let’s leave aside such trivial issues, the place I’m in is a basement where no light enters. If you look at the structure, it’s spread out more widely than an average city.

And the outside of this underground cave is a grassland area close to a desert.

In the rainy season, grass grows, and in the dry season, only dried grass and sand are scattered. And there is a deep valley that appears to have been created through a long process of erosion.

When I was a human, it was like something I had seen in foreign movies. Red sand and stones. And high cliffs piled up in layers, with a river flowing between them.

And the tall rocky mountains.

There are small villages here and there around that area, but they are just entrances and exits, and the real thing is underneath that rocky mountain.

I’d like to go out and see it for myself, but that’ll be difficult for the time being.

Hieronymus came to see me in the morning to say hello, but he hasn’t come back since, so I have nothing to do.

Joanna seems to have decided to focus on taking care of me, staying by my side like a maid.

Last night was quite fun.

After I lay down on the bed and fell asleep, I went back to my room and cleaned the mirror, which was cloudy because it had been left unattended for a while.

And then you look closely at your own face in front of it, or you do a push-up while doing a handstand. It’s really fascinating to see you do it with both hands, then with one hand, then with your fingers.

After moving around enough to sweat a little, Joanna left the room. Then she went to the warrior training area and called over someone who was presumed to be an instructor.

And I learned how to fight.

I don’t know if it was because I was greatly strengthened in the direction of moving my body, or if I just had that natural talent, but I often copied the instructor’s movements.

After seeing the remarkable growth in just one day, the instructor could no longer stand it any longer and asked about his identity.

Then Joanna was strangely delighted.

“This is how it turned out thanks to Rebecca’s blessing. Originally, I was a gray-haired old man who was dying.”

He showed off his hand in front of the man who was his instructor, and then lust came into his eyes.

“If you’re talking about Rebecca, are you talking about the person who came to the ceremony yesterday?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

But Joanna didn’t brag any more. Instead, she went back to her room. Judging from the light steps she took as she walked back, she must have been glad she had bragged.

I find it hard to understand, but emotions aren’t something you understand.

Who would understand my coldness?

After that, Joanna went into her room and slept, so there was nothing else for her to see.

And Joanna came in first, fed me, washed me, and made me look clean, and then Hieronymus came to say hello and left.

ah.

I know it’s morning because inside this underground city, the bell rings six times to indicate that morning has come. If you ring the bell in an underground place like this, won’t you be caught?

I’m sure you’ll do well.

There is something called a sleep pattern, and if that is disrupted, people can easily become ruined, so it can be assumed that it is important to notify the exact time in a space like this.

So the morning passed.

And then, long past midday, I was contemplating whether to leave the room because of the cold.

Suddenly the door opened wide and a child came in.

She is a small girl with silver hair, not wearing a mask or a robe that shades her head. However, the light is quite large and strong. However, compared to the size of the light, the warmth is not that great.

It’s weird.

“Where, you are the great being that Hieronymus is hiding? I am a sly witch. As you can see, I am a worthless witch.”

And one thing to look out for in particular is the giant staff in one hand. Strangely enough, it looks like it was made from a human skull and spine.

It looks more like it’s made of real bone than fake.

Since she introduced herself as a witch, is it natural that she would have a strange tool? I think a witch should have a broom, but in a different world, it is possible that it is a standard magic tool.

As she approached, Joanna stood in front of me as if to protect me.

So I grabbed Joanna’s dress and gave it a little tug.

“Rebecca?”

“Please step aside.”

“Yes.”

It honestly makes me feel bad to see them immediately bow their heads and step back without even thinking for a second. All cults are like that.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the little witch. She was half a head shorter than me.

“Hello, this is Rebecca Rolf.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d say hello! But that’s strange. Isn’t that the name of the body you’re wearing, not your own name?”

She’s looking at me with sharp eyes. She looks like a little girl, but her speech and atmosphere make her seem like she’s older.

Are you a person who is lying about your age?

It seems like it goes beyond anti-aging, but for a witch, it’s not that strange.

In old fairy tales, an old woman with a beak and warts on her face was called a witch, but as time passed, a beautiful girl took her place.

“It’s difficult without it. So, write the name of this body. Is there a difference?”

“There is a difference. There is a difference. The name itself defines the existence. Just as you don’t die even if your body is destroyed, your essence is different!”

Can’t you live without a name?

A name is necessary because there are others. If you are lonely, you don’t need a name. There is no need to identify yourself from others.

In short, it is the idea of a social creature.

I can’t be sure, because in this world, names may be that important. There’s still a lot I don’t know.

“If you want the name of your true self after leaving that body, where can I find it?”

I remember names from when I was a person, and I can read them, but strangely, I can’t tell others. I can’t write them by hand either.

“How?”

Ask me.

Do you know, Hyungkeshni? I can’t tell you even if I wanted to.

Or maybe all of these memories are fake. Since they are fake to begin with, there is no real name that can be given. There is only the feeling that there is a name. Then what is this coldness? Who am I?

I have some questions though.

Unfortunately, the confusion of self-identity does not come with it. Before that, a coldness that constantly grows colder eats away at existence.

It’s so cold right now I’m going crazy, but if you have time to worry about that, shut up and come get some warmth!

If the essence of life is instinct, then instinct is shouting only this now. So you can look at the hyungkesuni in front of you without wavering and ask questions.

“That’s a tricky question. Is there a name, but no way to tell it? Or is it that people can’t pronounce it?”

“In front.”

At my words, Hyukkeshni let out a short groan. Why is that? He has a strangely exclusive attitude.

“You really are making me feel uncomfortable. Who would call you a god? Then you can’t use it?”

As Hukkeshni waved her hand, a small feather flew from behind her back and into her hand. A quill pen?

It’s a classic tool.

When Hyukkeshuni held it out, I grabbed it. There was a strange energy rippling at the tip of my finger, but I also prepare myself for various things when I touch something as strange as myself.

I sat on the floor to grab it and use it.

But the fan doesn’t move. I can’t draw shapes. It’s impossible to write the Korean alphabet.

Even if you try to translate it into this language, it is impossible. You can use their language through memory, but it is impossible to write it down according to pronunciation, let alone match it one-to-one.

“That’s weird. I can’t do it.”

“Is there some kind of restriction? This is something that shouldn’t happen to you. You were suddenly caught in this world.”

As he says that, he looks at me with shining eyes. He seems to be trying to see through me. In other words, this question is meant to probe me.

so.

Do I need to lie?

no.

“I’m glad you came. I’m in a very, very, very cold sea.”

Start talking slowly. Last time, when I spoke all at once, Heungkeshuni looked at me like I was talking too much.

So, slowly, leisurely, singingly, with rhythm.

“I always look up at the light in the sky and wait for it to fall. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, a light full of unfortunate memories comes to me. Then, a little bit of warmth comes.”

That’s you. Every living being has a light in their heart, and the light has warmth. And Hyungkeshni understands what I’m saying.

I can see a faint fear in your eyes. Yes, I am telling you that I am looking at you like prey.

It’s natural for the prey to be afraid in the face of a predator. I have no intention of killing you, but if the process of gaining warmth involves killing, I will do it without hesitation.

“I love that warmth. I love it so, so, so much. The endlessly cold chill pauses for a moment.”

This is my impulse. If you know the basic principle, it will be easier to understand me, right?

“That’s why I need warmth. I’ll do anything for warmth. Was I caught in this world? Yes. It suddenly caught me. But, there’s warmth right before my eyes. Thank you.”

First of all, I said thank you. Maybe it was a dinner greeting. Hehe.

“If a name is something that represents existence, then all of these are my names.”

A smile spread across Hyuckeshni’s face at my words, but I know it’s not a real smile.

Some people laugh when they’re really scared. They force themselves to laugh to relieve excessive stress.

People are simple-minded. They judge that a situation is funny just by smiling, and they automatically produce the effect of smiling. They don’t smile because it’s funny, but because they smile.

“Did this answer what you were looking for?”

Hukkeshni didn’t answer my question, but behind the laughter, he was trembling with fear, and very quietly, the fear that couldn’t be stopped by the laughter burst out into words.

“What have we done?”

Is this a reaction to calling upon an evil god? I am at best a beast. I am not very intelligent, my special abilities are too weak to be called a god, and I do not have the majesty to bow my head at first sight.

It’s a pet that eats a little too much.

I would be happy if you raised me like a wild beast in a zoo.

If I could just get some warmth, I’d be the mascot of the zoo!

therefore.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m a savage.”

I slowly became possessed by the wild animal that was opening its heart and put my hand on her cheek.

“Because no one did anything bad.”

Fishing me, I don’t really think it was a bad thing.