episode_0018

Why did you come back?

She was a crazy bitch who killed herself over and over again. No one would have blamed her if they had just left her to die.

But why···?

The moment he turned away from me with eyes full of disgust and fear and ran away, I thought it was all over.

This is the end of my relationship with my master······ Now I am no longer his slave······

The law of karma. It was the perfect ending for me, who had committed an unforgivable sin. I was calmly accepting the ending.

But then he came back. He must have run in a hurry, or he was drenched in sweat.

Looking at the master who was so kind that he seemed foolish, I thought.

The day I first killed my master with my own hands······

******

That was a mistake.

An unexpected mistake that came out of nowhere when you couldn’t control your anger.

I lost my mind at the master’s single word.

I had vowed to myself that I would accept any verbal abuse that came my way, but I just couldn’t stand that one word.

It was a mistake to pick me up at the slave market.

That was not the way it should have been expressed.

That was salvation.

It was a ray of light that came down to me in the darkness where I couldn’t see even an inch ahead.

That was the moment that changed my life.

That was my beginning.

My sanity snapped with the thought that something precious had been insulted.

A pitch-black view.

When I came to my senses, my master’s head was rolling on the floor.

The master’s torso, gushing blood, also comes into view.

It looked like a slaughtered animal. It looked like livestock waiting to be shipped, with its arms, legs, and head all cut off and dismembered.

Only then did I realize what a terrible thing I had done.

My hands were shaking.

He hurriedly attached the master’s head to his torso and casted healing magic like crazy.

But no matter how much I screamed at the top of my lungs and moved my mana, the healing magic didn’t work.

It was natural.

There’s no way healing magic would work on someone who’s already dead.

It was a death sentence of sorts. It confirmed that he was really dead.

I was in despair.

Ahhh… What have I done…? What have I done to you, Master…

Disgust came rushing in like a tidal wave.

Not only did you treat your master badly, but now you are taking his life. I was a woman worse than an animal. I was of no help to him until the end. He saved me, but I drove him to his death instead. There is no other devil like this.

I was overcome with a terrible sense of disgust and self-loathing.

It was so painful.

A pain like my flesh was being cut off, a pain like my heart was being torn out alive and sliced apart came rushing in.

But what was truly unbearable was not the pain.

What was truly unbearable was fear.

The fear of never seeing the master again. The fear of having to live in a world without the master.

They threatened to kill me.

Will I never see my master again?

I had absolutely no confidence in living.

The thought that it would be better to just die began to creep into my mind.

There was no reason to live in a world without a master anyway.

Wouldn’t it be better to just die early rather than spend your whole life struggling with guilt and dying lonely?

Eventually I made my decision. It didn’t take me that long to make the decision.

Let us die. Let us atone with death.

I’m going to the master······

Let’s meet the owner and apologize for our mistake.

I concentrated my mana in my heart. I wanted to explode it and kill myself in one go.

But the moment I was about to explode the mana.

A question arose in my mind.

Even if I die like this, will I be able to meet my master?

My master is a good man, so he will definitely go to heaven. But I have committed many sins, so I will end up in hell. No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t seem like I will be able to meet my master.

I feel wronged. This is not right. Shouldn’t we at least meet and give each other a chance to apologize?

You must meet your master and apologize and ask for forgiveness. Even if you are not forgiven…

Yes… I have to meet the master…!

I can’t die like this.

I will meet my master one last time and then die.

As the thought of meeting the master entered my mind, life returned to my eyes. My will was revived.

Immediately, I used my necromancy to extract the soul from my master’s corpse.

I wasn’t trying to revive him as an undead or something. I had to preserve his soul.

I will go back.

With the master.

Back to those happy times.

******

Time regression.

A magic that allows you to go back in time to any time you want.

I was thinking of making it.

It is an absurd challenge that can almost be seen as challenging the realm of the gods.

At first glance, it seems impossible.

But maybe I can do it.

No, it has to be possible. I will make it possible.

I will definitely go back······

From that day on, I devoted myself to research.

I studied and studied like a madman. I didn’t even spare time for sleep. I could sleep even when I was dead. More important than that, magic was important. I had to complete it before this life ended. I had to return to my master.

Time passed.

The empire was destroyed. Numerous city-states were created and destroyed repeatedly. However, it was not something I particularly cared about. Whether it was destroyed or not was none of my business. I had already stepped down from the throne a long time ago, and the area where money was spent had already passed. From now on, it was a battle with myself.

At some point, I gave up counting time. It felt like about 500 years had passed.

Yes, 500 years… After 500 years, I finally completed the time reversion magic…

In fact, it was closer to possession than regression, but it didn’t matter anyway. All I had to do was meet the master.

It was fortunate that I finished it before it was too late. I was starting to feel like my life was slowly coming to an end. My body was breaking down here and there. It was only natural since I had been running without stopping.

I held the crystal ball containing the master’s soul tightly in my wrinkled hands.

“I’m going back··· Master···”

I never forgot for a moment. Whenever my will weakened, I would recall the memories of my master and whip myself. With only the determination to meet my master again someday, I endured for 500 years.

And finally, the moment I had been dreaming of came to me.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing from my eyes. Even though my eyes couldn’t see very well anymore, I allowed myself to shed tears.

I activated the magic.

The point of regression was right before my master abandoned me… Even though my magic power was weak, I somehow managed to squeeze out enough to match the time.

Going back… to that time…!

···And from the past that arrived,

I was in despair.

Because the master ran away as soon as he saw me. He didn’t give me time to apologize. He didn’t listen to anything I said. He just started the game and yelled at me not to chase him.

The master’s actions were full of fear and disgust towards me. He even had a look in his eyes as if he was looking at something terrible.

It was a shock.

I stood there for several days, frozen in place, where my master had shouted at me not to follow him.

I felt the strange stares of passersby, but it felt good. The emotions surging inside me made things like that feel good.

This is not why I studied regression magic for 500 years······

I came to apologize to the owner······

It was miserable. Everything was just miserable.

Even though I knew that I shouldn’t do this, resentment towards my master welled up inside me.

Is it that difficult to just listen to what I have to say?

Isn’t that difficult? Just listen to what I have to say······

The master told me not to come after him, but should I just go and ask for forgiveness?

No… I can’t disobey my master’s orders…

But if I never see my master again, isn’t that no different from my master being dead? If that’s the case, then why did I return? Was the effort of the past 500 years just in vain?

Around the time when rumors spread that there was a woman frozen in stone on the streets of the Zodiac.

I was taken to the palace by the guards who recognized the red eyes.

******

Even after entering the palace, my thoughts did not stop.

Dozens of times a day, resentment toward the master reared its head.

No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, I couldn’t control that sticky feeling. I just kept resenting my master endlessly.

As time goes by,

My resentment towards my master had now almost reached the level of hatred.

Why are you rejecting me? Don’t you feel sorry for me?

I felt sick to my stomach thinking that someone was happily living with me somewhere I couldn’t see. I was so unhappy. I had the urge to just go find them and kill them all.

Then suddenly, I realized that my apology to the master was just an excuse. I just wanted to see the master. That’s why I’m so annoyed now.

I shudder at my own ugliness. But even so, I cannot suppress this feeling.

···Several years passed like that.

I brought the master.

No, the one who was the owner···.

And he murdered him brutally. As much pain as I felt.