episode_0067

me···?

I have no problem. Just the power of the devil───.

“No. I don’t do it. I came to visit the sick, not to pay a funeral.”

“Little friend! Do you think it’s right for me to live like this?! Do you think it’s right to live your whole life without being able to fit in anywhere?!”

Amor’s voice rose.

Then, after becoming depressed, I become calm again.

“Whether it’s right or not, you have to live and see. In life, there are days where there are stars, right?”

“It’s almost five centuries. I think waiting 500 years would have been enough.”

It was a lip service that anyone could make.

But this was not something I would say to Amor. No matter how long a human lives, it lasts only a century. Other people’s tears are just water. I can never understand Amor’s feelings.

“Every time I regain a memory like this, it feels like the fog clears and I wake up from a dream. When I eventually realize that my life was a dream, I start to hate myself for having such happy memories.”

“It’s not Amor’s fault. It’s the world’s fault. I was able to adapt well, but as an individual, the inevitable war broke out, right?”

“The world blames no one. It depends on how you deal with the coming world. It’s my fault for not being able to deal with it.”

no.

“It’s not your fault. It’s the bad guys’ fault.”

A good person should not be treated like this.

“Good and evil, right and wrong are not important. Angels and devils coexist inside every demi-human. That’s why life is everything about how you deal with upcoming situations.”

“Amor can do the same.”

“Little friend, we let go of our heavy karma and live to be happy. Karma is an anchor. It prevents us from being swept away by the storms of the world, and at the same time, it makes it difficult for us to move forward. I’ve been standing still for 500 years.”

All you have to do is be a little wiser and live like flowing water.

All you have to do is get swept away by the wind and waves. You can be happy if you live selfishly without helping others. But this person can’t do that. Because Amor is so kind.

“···I’m tired now.”

“Amor didn’t ruin it because he wanted to ruin it, right?”

Amor smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“I told you. Life is not lived with emotions and mindset. Consistency, integrity? It’s just a bad habit of trying to view the world comfortably. I just realized it and accepted it too late. Always, in all life.”

“Thanks to you, the number of family members and friends who died because of me has now exceeded 100. I sacrificed 100 family members to save 10 million people, but 100 family members and friends were more important to me than 10 million faceless people.”

“I thought about it carefully before my little friend came. Will I really be able to live in my next life without giving my strength to others? The answer is ‘no.’ It was. I will definitely help someone like I helped my little friend. In return, my family will die.”

“······I’m sick of it now.”

I took my breath away from the hollow eyes directed at me.

Although I secretly blamed Amor for his altruism, I was also the one who received help from Amor.

Without Amor’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to save Elysia and I wouldn’t have been able to escape from the guards. Yesterday’s eagles and pine beetles must have been feasting on their fill.

But is this right?

I don’t know.

No one will be able to explain whether this is right or wrong. Humans can never understand others. So no matter what choice I make, I will regret it. If you’re going to regret it, you should choose something you’ll regret less.

“Did you know everything and help me from the beginning?”

“No. When I first saw him, I felt a straight emotion from my little friend. I saw in my little friend what I wanted to become.”

What did you want to become?

“···Yes?”

“After I found my memories, I realized that only my little friend could kill me.”

It is clear that there is some misunderstanding.

The power of the devil is language translation. To me, there is no such thing as a villain’s poison that suppresses super regenerative abilities. I don’t even know why I was able to kill Amor in the first place.

“Aren’t you afraid of death?”

I don’t understand Amor’s calm demeanor the most.

Even if you know what lies behind death, you are afraid of death. That’s what death was like. Moreover, he is a person who does not know what lies behind death.

“I am closer to death than anyone else in this world. There’s no way you’re scared.”

Amor is not wishing for an accidental suicide.

If only I can lead him to death, it is right to let him go. What I also know best is that death is not the end.

This is death with dignity, not euthanasia.

What binds Amor is a curse called a blessing. I have to free you.

“···I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.”

Amor’s calm gratitude made me feel confused.

Although they said they would help, I don’t know what or how to help. This is a person who heals instantly even if stabbed with a knife, and comes back alive even if his head is cut off.

How can I help someone like that?

“Grace. You can come in now.”

“Have you shared everything?”

“It’s over.”

I hear the door opening.

Could it be that you heard it outside? As expected, nothing could be read on Grace’s expression, which did not change at all.

“I don’t know what I can do to help.”

“Nothing much. Whether you’re shooting a bow or stabbing with a sword, you can think of it as the right thing to do and at the same time, it’s for your own good.”

Who said just now that you can’t live in this world with your mindset? Are you asking me to kill an immortal with my mindset?

” That’s not it, if you stab Amor, he will get better in an instant.”

“If it is a blood draw, I will help you.”

I guess I misunderstood because the story proceeded without Grace. I have no idea where to start explaining.

“Grace, I plan to die.”

Grace looked at Amor blankly.

“Is there a way to die?”

“A little friend could kill me.”

“By what principle is that possible?”

“It’s not good to know.”

Grace seemed convinced.

How can you understand and move on like that?

That simple? Amor smiles and looks at Grace with deep eyes.

“I want you to bring me a sharp knife or awl.”

“Yes.”

If you’ve been traveling together for decades, you’re like family.

Such a person is about to celebrate the end of his life, but Grace is calm. If she hadn’t been emotionally castrated, would she have been able to accept Amor’s death like this?

The sight of that makes something swell in my chest.

It wasn’t that I was disappointed in Grace, but I felt a creeping sense of hostility towards the Dragonia of the Magic Tower who played with people’s emotions. Grace leaves the room again, facing my complicated gaze.

······This is so miserable.

“For the last time, isn’t the farewell party too simple?”

Amor shakes his head.

“Why am I lonely? There’s you and Grace. On the contrary, I feel relieved inside.”

“I’ve only known you for a day. Grace, who is like family, is emotionally tied up, so I won’t be able to see her off properly───.”

“If we go together for decades. A hand gesture, an eye look, a facial expression… I can tell what you’re thinking just by looking at these things.”

“······.”

Amor sees something that I cannot see.

“So just the two of you can do it.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for listening to my long complaint.”

A shout was heard from behind.

Grace brought a sword with a thin blade, like a rapier, and the blade was so thin and transparent that you couldn’t even see it in detail. Does the glass sword that I only heard about in the media look like this?

“It is a sword that does not cause pain even when stabbed.”

There is no way there is a sword that does not cause pain to others.

Because the reason for existence is the complete opposite. It must be a magic tool. Grace has also prepared for this day.

“Amor. Your blood is needed to sustain your friend until he recovers.”

“One drink would be enough.”

“That amount will make you immortal.”

Amor shook his head.

“It can’t be just for small friends.”

“What is the reason?”

“Uh, there’s nothing good to know?”

Despite the insincere rejection, Grace meekly backs down.

When Amor held out his hand, the thin water knife that emerged from the tip of Grace’s finger cut into Amor’s wrist.

In accordance with the rhythm of the heartbeat, the blood flows like a faucet. It got better right away, but Grace continued to cut Amor’s wrist. The blood that poured out did not flow to the floor, but instead floated in the air, ignoring gravity.

“This should be enough.”

[isolation]

At Grace’s words, water droplets began to gather and fell to the ground, trapped in something transparent.

It looked like glass, but it didn’t break or break even when it fell.

“At that level, you won’t have to worry about your health for the rest of your life.”

forever.

I can’t feel it. I haven’t aged that much. Because I’m only 28 years old.

“Thank you.”

Now the time has come.

I accepted the glass sword that Grace gave me.

─Parr······.

As I accepted the sword, my hands began to tremble.

“···Where should I stab?”

“Heart.”

Amor sits on the bed and exposes his chest to me.

“There is a bone, so stab it from the solar plexus upward.”

···Why are you so calm?

My hands are shaking like this.

“Little friend. Let me give you some advice. You shouldn’t be afraid of death. Death is the final destination for everyone. If you have a purpose, you must be able to accept and use even your own death.”

Amor smiles.

How can you think like that? I know what happens to people when they die, but not Amor. For Amor, death would mean the end of everything…

“Grace.”

“Yes.”

“I hope my little friend can help me when he is in danger.”

“Yes. We will do our best to help as much as possible.”

Now is the time to really get started.

He got up from the chair and held the sword to Amor’s solar plexus. There was no trace of tension or fear on Amor’s face as he looked at my hand at the tip of the sword. The only thing there is perfume and a faint…

Did all executioners feel this way?

I don’t feel guilty about killing him, but I’m afraid that Amor will suffer because I can’t kill him right away. So I couldn’t scream.

In the meantime, something warm touches my hand, and I embrace it.

It was Grace’s small hand.

Amor holds Grace’s and mine’s hands. And so, along with their hands, the glass sword advances to Amor’s heart.

How should I express this feeling?

···It was similar to the feeling of sticking a needle into a sponge. Finally, when I felt like I was breaking through something, Amor collapsed and came out and leaned on Grace’s shoulder.

“For us…death will not be the end…”

······How do you know that?!

“Never regret…like me…don’t…small…friend…”

Haaah.

The low, deep breath that a person exhales for the last time can be heard in my ear. Something wets my hand and flows down.

The transparent blade of the sword was burnt, and it was not blood that dripped down the hands of the three people. Transparent water with a sweet smell ran down the transparent sword body, and red blood belatedly wetted the hands of the three people.

Grace and I held Amor for a while until his body cooled down.