episode_0149

How long was in this damp carriage?

According to the driver, there are no carriages that go to {Dirrin Village}, which has uneven terrain and is full of dangerous monsters.

So, a week has passed since we headed to the halfway point, {Norumaki Village}.

“I’m going to camp here today.”

＂You should come out a little bit..＂

The old coachman, who looked quite old, just kept looking ahead and not saying anything, except when the horses could rest.

I think he was probably considerate of me because I was tired.

I rub my very tired eyes.

Ssss..

I can not sleep.

It was my first time seeing someone die, and saying goodbye to my sister, whom I respected, was very painful.

I just stare blankly at Asia’s sister’s belongings.

The nostalgic scent from the clothes made me immerse myself in the memories we had together.

When I was young…

The earnest expression of the older sister who always wanted to be by your side.

When I opened my heart and accepted her, the bright smile she showed me.

It helped me escape this hellish situation, even if only for a moment.

＇Asia.. Sister.＇

However, a week was too short a time for me to accept the death of a family member.

I still can’t forget it.

Even though the threshold of death was just around the corner, my sister never lost her smile at me.

Ssss..

It was difficult to accept my sister’s scent, which was fading little by little.

I just hug my sister’s clothes to my chest, hoping that this is all just a terrible nightmare.

＂Ugh.. a young bachelor.＂

The old coachman who was leading the carriage feels very sorry to see Da-hein like that.

That’s because the old coachman also had the terrible experience of losing someone, so he could sympathize with Da-hein’s feelings.

It’s just… I knew that what Dahyin needed now was time, so I just did my best in silence while trying to ignore him.

***

That evening.

Blame it.. crack!!

An orange bonfire gently illuminates the dark forest.

It is said that you can reach {Romaki Village} the next day.

The old coachman brings food and water to the horses so they can rest, and then brings their tired bodies and sits down next to the bonfire to rest.

Blame it.. crack!!

The sound of burning branches filling the quiet forest.

The warmth of the heat began to embrace my body, which had been cooling down little by little.

Without saying a word, Da-Hin and the coachman just sit around the bonfire and wait for time to pass.

Dahyun’s empty eyes are filled with emptiness.

The old coachman, thinking that those eyes must be looking at himself when he was young, quietly opens his mouth.

“Losing a family member is difficult and painful.”

An old coachman who makes a fortune by stirring the bonfire with tree branches…

＂Very.. a long time ago..＂

“I, too, once let go of my beloved husband and children first.”

The old coachman himself did not understand why he was saying these things to Da-hein even though he was speaking.

I just chose to forget everything and live in silence.

“It really was just a moment..”

“To let go of your loved ones right before your eyes.”

Da-hein and the old coachman keep looking at the bonfire with expressions full of bitterness…

＂I live alone.. what can I do?＂

“I had a lot of carefree thoughts about following them.”

Tears just fill my eyes as I hear the old coachman’s story in silence.

I follow my blurry gaze and look intently at my sister’s clothes held in my chest.

“But… being alive like this.”

＂Remember them more.＂

“For me, that was the best..”

The old coachman imagines his departed family in a voice full of longing, and smiles with a dejected expression and a dejected smile.

＂Seeing my husband cooking with a smile..＂

＂Seeing my children growing up and running around energetically..＂

“Foolishly, those images kept coming to mind.”

She continued speaking in a trembling voice, as if the images of her family rising before her death were preventing the old coachman from ending his life.

“So, let’s live a little longer.. remembering those who left..”

“While remembering my loved ones in my heart.”

“I somehow ended up living to this age.”

The coachman wipes his moist eyes and looks at Dahyin.

＂For a moment, think of it as a long separation..＂

“I just thought it was a bit far away.”

“I live with the mindset that I will meet you very happily later in my life.”

How much help the old coachman’s comfort from his own experience was…

I look back on the coachman’s words, shedding tears as if I were feeling infinitely sad.

＂You’re old and careless..＂

“Go to sleep. We’ll arrive at our destination tomorrow.”

***

“My role ends here.”

When I reached the outside of {Romack Village}, the old coachman stopped me for a moment and handed me something.

“It’s a ring I made while thinking of my late husband and my children.”

“If only… I foolishly wished my husband and children had had this ring back then, so I kept it.”

“I don’t think I need it anymore..”

Perhaps because of last night’s conversation, the old coachman has decided not to have any more regrets, and with a relieved expression, he hands Da-hein a ring.

[Ring of Protection and Resentment]

If you charge a certain amount of magic power, even those who cannot use magic power can use {magic tools}.

The activation time, intensity, and size can be adjusted depending on the amount of magical energy charged.

-It is a {magic tool} that contains one person’s grudges for a long time and boasts considerable effectiveness.

The old coachman suddenly set off on his way.

Clearly, the road the driver was taking was not the road to the kingdom.

‘I’m coming to see you soon… you.’

Regret.

regret.

sadness.

Wailing.

The heart of the old coachman, who had stored all these emotions in the [Ring of Protection and Resentment], seemed more peaceful than ever.

***

The steps I take toward the forest filled with fog that I can’t see are so heavy.

The further you go, the quieter the sound of birds flapping their wings becomes.

The cozy scent of the trees in the forest filled my lungs, but it seemed like it could not fill my empty heart.

I had no choice but to suffer.

How will my father accept this fact?

It wasn’t easy for even me to accept this fact.

no..

Right now, at this moment, I feel like there must be an Asian sister somewhere out there who will welcome me brightly.

Rattling..

However, my sister’s belongings that I can feel at my fingertips remind me of my foolishness, as if I were denying that fact.

In that way, I was able to reach the main gate of {Dirrin Village}, letting go of all my emotions.

‘What.. I don’t feel any magic power.’

The various magical powers felt through {monomantic senses} are blurred.

The female knights who should have been guarding the entrance to the village are nowhere to be seen.

It took me, who was not in my right mind, a considerable amount of time to realize that.

Creepy…

In an instant, the feeling of growing chicken flesh envelops my entire body.

Ominous feeling.

Even though it’s still early evening, it can’t be this quiet.

So I break through this dark fog and enter the village.

＇Because of the fog… it’s dark.’

The lively sounds of {Dirrin Village}, which was always lively and noisy, quieted down.

It’s just the quiet and eerie feeling that gets on my nerves.

Only then did I gather my disorganized mind and run straight to the mansion where my father was staying.

And I was once again convinced of this disgusting, unsettling feeling.

＇The magical power of [Mutant Lil’ Bear]?＇

The terrifying magical power that I could not forget was coming from inside the mansion.

Passs..

I can finally see my surroundings.

All the buildings, including the mansion, were in good condition, either partially broken or covered in huge blood stains.

“What is this?”

I was so embarrassed that I hurriedly opened the creaky door with trembling hands and entered the mansion without hesitation.

The garden, which was supposed to be full of beautiful flowers, was devastated, as if it had been swept away by a monster.

Even at this moment when all of this surrounding information was being transmitted to my head, it was difficult to accept it easily.

“Ah, father!”

Shake it off!!

just as expected.

My legs lose strength at the horrific sight.

dump..

Where did the body of Deacon Nam, who manages everything in the mansion, go?

It was lying on the floor with only its head left. It was staring at me as if it was waiting for me to come.

＂Deacon?＂

My legs don’t move.

My head was pounding like it was going to explode. It was crazy.

Nevertheless…

As if to prove that this reality was not a dream, a considerable noise began to be heard from upstairs.

{The monster-like sense} is telling me.

The culprit of all this lies there…

“father..?”

I get angry because my shaking legs don’t listen to me.

One o’clock is urgent.

Phew!!

[Titanium] Take back the initiative by slashing down on the thighs with both hands {armed} with mucus.

The painful pain is vivid.

The sound of pain can also be clearly heard.

All of this is reality without lies.

Quad deuk..

Only then did I, armed with armor on my weak legs, see that the stone stairs leading up to the second floor had collapsed, so I jumped up and ran in the direction of the sound.