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    Somewhere in the empire.

    Even though it was clearly broad daylight, the place was dark as if night had come.

    I don’t know if it is the power of the barrier or what kind of power it is, but what is certain is that it is a place that cannot be easily found.

    And so many people gathered in such places.

    They all have haggard faces and are muttering like crazy.

    “Mom… mom… ”

    “Please get me out of here… ”

    None of them look normal.

    Some people were dazed, as if they had lost their minds.

    Someone called out to my parents.

    Among the people who did not have a normal mind, there was one who was particularly strong.

    His name is Garon.

    He was a being who inherited the bloodline of a bard.

    Garon remembers when he first opened his eyes.

    An order to immediately compose a song praising the devil.

    Of course, I told him not to talk nonsense.

    Regardless of whether he can make songs or not.

    As a race of humans, we create evil songs that harm the world. This was something that could not have happened as a bard’s family and bloodline.

    Of course, because of that, I had to live a life where I had to be beaten every day.

    He never gave in.

    Even though he lived like an outcast for 40 years, he respected his parents and grandparents.

    It was something I could not forgive myself for, making a song praising the devil just because I was so precious about my life.

    ‘But it can’t stay like this.’

    At least we had to let the outside world know that we were in this situation.

    But how?

    He comes from a family of bards.

    It is not a family of knights or wizards.

    In fact, their physical abilities were not much different from those of ordinary people.

    No, because of the nature of being a bard who frequented the bard, he was supposed to be better than the average person, but that wasn’t even close.

    In addition, after being confined for 40 years, his physical abilities are actually lower than that of an ordinary person.

    It was safe to say that there was no way to escape.

    ‘If you have a chance… ‘

    The moment they come in to check on the situation.

    That was my only chance.

    ‘He’s coming soon.’

    Even if it meant getting beaten to death, he decided to give it a try first.

    Only then can we have at least some hope of escaping this rotten place.

    Even if it’s not you, there are people here.

    It was the moment when I made that promise.

    Happiness!

    The space opens with a short flash of flame.

    There, people wearing black robes appeared.

    ‘It has begun.’

    Many people begin to tremble in fear at their appearance.

    However, as if they were not even interested, those wearing robes passed by them and headed towards Garon.

    Those standing in front of Garon opened their mouths.

    “Has your mind still not changed?”

    “Even if I die! You will never have to make a song!”

    I can’t make it anyway.

    However, because they didn’t know what would happen if they found out about this, Garon was deliberately pretending not to make songs, even though he could.

    Even if you can make it, there is no difference as it is still uncooperative.

    “I see.”

    Normally, they would have dragged me and beaten me, but a twisted smile appeared on their lips.

    That time when I felt uneasy for some reason.

    One of those wearing robes suddenly picks up a sword and stabs a person nearby.

    “Kkeok… ”

    He dies without even being able to scream properly.

    Garon’s face distorted.

    “What are you doing?”

    To kill him so suddenly.

    Even though they said it was worse than treating livestock, he never thought that they would suddenly kill him. Not yourself, but someone completely unrelated.

    “Every time you refuse, one of you dies. I ask again. Are you going to make a song?”

    “Big… ”

    Garon could not easily answer.

    If you refuse, it is certain that someone will die, and if you accept it, you will commit a sin so great that you will not be able to forgive yourself.

    A situation of dilemma.

    The person wearing a black robe swings his sword again.

    “Kkeok… ”

    Once again, an innocent person died.

    “Even if the answer is delayed, one person will die. I ask again. What are you going to do?”

    “… ”

    Even if you refuse, you will die, and if you are late, you will die.

    What if you say yes?

    As a family of bards who spread the stories of countless heroes.

    You will bear a great sin along with great shame.

    Actually, it didn’t matter that I had to commit a huge sin.

    That’s something you can handle yourself.

    However, the reason why it is difficult to accept it is.

    This is because the dream that one day he would spread the stories of great heroes and become a better bard than his grandparents and parents was shattered.

    His dream is more precious to him than anything else.

    It was so precious that it could not even be put at a price.

    But is it worth protecting them even while giving up that dream?

    does not exist.

    No matter how much I think about it, there is no way.

    but.

    -Garon. A bard must fundamentally understand heroes. You have to feel and understand what kind of heart and thoughts they had to achieve such feats before you can create their songs. But do you know what the steps are before feeling and understanding the feats of such heroes?

    -I don’t know.

    -Understanding other people’s lives. Ordinary people may not be able to do this, but we bards have the power to feel and understand the lives of others even without knowing them. A bard who does not realize this cannot be said to be a true bard.

    -So, let’s go. It’s better not to focus too much on the heroes. The power of our bards is not to understand and feel a hero, but to understand and feel a person’s life and turn it into a song. Whether you’re a hero or a great person, none of that matters. What’s important to us is feeling and understanding people’s lives.

    When he was young, he remembered his mother’s words as she sat him on her lap.

    At the time, Garon didn’t know what that meant.

    If you really are a hero or a great person, none of that matters.

    I couldn’t understand why the bard spread the stories of heroes and great people.

    I even thought it was strange because the words seemed contradictory.

    But at this moment, he realized.

    Why is it the essence of a true bard to feel a person’s life?

    ‘I can feel it.’

    I felt it.

    The lives of those around you.

    I don’t really know them.

    I didn’t see life properly.

    Still, I felt it.

    What kind of life have they lived and what experiences have they had?

    I didn’t know their lives as accurately as I remembered.

    That was not how the bard understood and felt their lives.

    emotion.

    It may be simple in some ways, but there was nothing more certain than emotions as a means of understanding life. And the bard felt the emotions of the life they lived.

    Garon was able to feel and understand their lives through the waves of emotions flowing in like waves.

    And because I felt these emotions.

    He was finally able to be sure.

    A definite answer that your parents or grandparents would have chosen if they were here.

    “I will.”

    It was a choice to save them.

    Those wearing black robes spoke with ominous smiles.

    “Follow me.”

    Garon quietly followed behind them.

    ***

    I spent quite some time there.

    I couldn’t leave them after they thanked me all night long.

    I see them, and they don’t see me.

    They thanked me.

    Obviously, they didn’t know exactly whether I was here or not.

    Because this is a place they cannot reach with their naked eyes.

    But still, why are you thanking me at the top of your lungs?

    What are they going to do if I can’t hear them?

    After thinking about it for a while.

    I realized that this was a really funny question.

    They didn’t care if I didn’t listen.

    Just to show their feelings.

    He came inside the church and was conveying his feelings.

    “Huh.”

    Originally, one could not enter the church.

    However, you can see that tens of thousands of people are coming in.

    The Pope allowed them to come in.

    I wondered why he called me like that.

    Was it for that?

    If so, he was a very sly man.

    ‘madam… ‘

    I rubbed my eyes as they became hot and teary.

    Why do I cry so often these days?

    If I continue like this, I think I’ll end up being teased for being a crybaby.

    ‘Arina. ‘Am I such a crybaby?’

    Arina and Master are watching from the sky.

    If you look at this now, you probably will laugh so hard that your stomach will drop.

    It seemed like that to me too.

    That’s because I felt awkward about myself.

    ‘still.’

    Meeting the people who received my help like this made me realize one thing.

    It means that everything I have done was not in vain.

    Also, about the direction I should move in the future.

    I realized once again that they exist.

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