episode_0180

Creating stories could be said to be God.

Even those who wrote novels or sang poetry could be called gods.

Of course, not when viewed from the perspective of equal beings, but from the perspective of the creatures created by those hands.

God was lonely. It was a natural story.

Even though he wrote this story and created it, he couldn’t help but feel lonely because there was no one to watch it with and share his feelings with.

If there had been an equal being, I would have appreciated that world and told stories about it, but there was no one who could have harbored such feelings.

It seemed like it would be okay for the creatures in the story to live a life where they supported themselves, but in the end, they did not know that even that had its limits.

No matter how much I was called a ‘god’ when it came to stories, I was ultimately nothing more than a creator, and furthermore, the rule was that I couldn’t touch a completed story.

In fact, even if it was a rule, it was not mandatory.

If you intervene, modify, and change the story again, everything will change, so let’s not mess with the lives of the characters in the story who were living well, but they end up changing as they please. Because I was just trying to limit myself.

But I finally got my hands on it.

To find a relationship that is equal to none other than myself.

Although he is not the same creator, he brought someone who saw this world as a creation, and he hoped that person would be by his side.

But that wasn’t the case. In the end, I know that this world has become a meaningless work without even being able to prove itself.

Even if this world eventually falls apart, it was clear that no one would notice.

The ending of a novel that no one reads is evidenced by the fact that it is not serialized.

Even though it has ended, it remains in no one’s memory and no one knows whether it exists or not.

Should I throw it away and write another story?

Shall we build the world again and create a story?

In the end, he just took the lead, feeling empty and wondering if the person with the same perspective as him didn’t care about him.

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I was scared. Fear seeped in.

I kept worrying about what people would do to me.

That was the fear that never left my head.

Since I had already experienced something like that once before, I had absolutely no idea how to control the feeling of fear and daze just thinking about it.

My throat itches. I was in pain because it felt like bugs were crawling all over my body.

Even though I lay in bed shaking, scratching my neck, and twisting my body around, nothing seemed to work.

Originally, it would have been a trauma offset by the presence of Kylon, who would protect me from the king, but now even that was becoming unbearable and burdensome.

As I was shaking, Kylon, who had just returned, came straight to me.

“Why, what’s wrong, are you okay? What’s going on? Because of that earlier?”

He climbed onto the bed and immediately climbed onto my stomach, holding both my hands and preventing me from moving.

Frowning, I groaned and looked at his face, then frowned and let the tears from my eyes flow away.

“Itchy… It’s itchy… ”

“… … .”

I hoped Kylon would understand.

That I am having such a hard time right now.

I know that it’s selfish to ask for someone to know without having to say it, so I was hoping that if I just said this, they would understand it at least a little better.

My eyes are spinning.

“… I’m sorry, I feel strange… ”

scary. I have no doubt that Kylon will protect me, but I also believe that the heroines who have made up their minds will also become Kylon’s strength, but I think that will only be temporary.

In the end, I don’t know what will happen to me the moment people come rushing in and take me. So I was very scared.

I was scared that the king’s dismembering, cutting, crushing, crushing, sewing, pulling, crushing, and piercing of me out of his own greed would all become public figures.

What if coming back to life after having your head cut off is now called the work of heresy or the power of a witch and becomes a spectacle?

Even though my body is burning all the time, if people passing by say that I am burning well and leave me alone, will I be able to survive?

Even if they were hanged, I had no way to resist, if they were beheaded, I had no strength to run away, and even if they burned me at the stake or drowned me, I couldn’t think of a way to get out, so I just trembled in fear.

I always feel sorry for Kylon. Because I’m always shaking like this because my body isn’t healthy, making him worry and worrying about me.

I was just sorry that I was scared for no reason, that I couldn’t endure it again, and that I didn’t have the mental strength to overcome it.

My throat was itchy, but since I couldn’t scratch it, it felt like my body was convulsing.

“Ugh, ah, ah, ah.”

I struggled, but there was no way I could push Kylon off, who was sitting on my stomach.

I raised my leg, which was rubbing my thighs together, and patted his back as if to kick him, but he just made an embarrassed expression.

“Veronica… I’m with you. It’s me.”

No, it’s true that the trauma was caused by the king, but even with Kylon now, the fear cannot be erased.

Rather than fearing that the king would send his soldiers to find me, I was afraid that the people of this world would see me as a bitch who would get away with killing and violating me.

No matter where I go, I am afraid of these people who will come flooding in and take my resting place away.

As the pain grew stronger, I felt like I would rather do it.

It would be better if I hadn’t come to the ninth village.

I could have just been fooling around in the eighth village and started fighting when the Demon King came there, but I couldn’t figure out why I had to suffer when I faced this scene.

In the end, trauma cannot be overcome on one’s own, either mentally or physically, so it seems to remain and haunt me for the rest of my life.

Just that fearful situation of not knowing when it might happen again.

“Let me scratch. Kylon. ah. It’s painful.”

I finally broke off the words with a sore throat, and Kailon just looked at me and made a perplexed expression as he didn’t know what to do.

It would be easier if I just left this hand alone. I also thought:

There was that feeling that came in in an instant.

There is a feeling that makes me feel better if my neck is tightened.

I didn’t know that it was a wrong feeling.

Because death was just an escape from the suffering that permeated my entire body.

But since Kylon stopped me from harming myself right away, in the end it was me who was desperate.

“Please, at least tighten my neck… ”

“Why are you saying that… Even if someone else comes, I will definitely protect you.”

Kylon just smiled with sad eyes.

It was frustrating, and now Kailon was also frustrated.

I was in such a hurry and wanted to get out of the pain quickly that I didn’t even want to hear Kailon’s voice, which I should have been happy to accept right now.

“Ugh, ah, tea, I’d rather hug you. Just don’t let me think of anything. Please, ah. Ugh.”

If things continued like this, I thought I would be nothing more or less than a coward who would just cry out of fear, so I prayed earnestly.

If it seemed like he couldn’t do anything about me, if he wouldn’t let go of my hand or scratch my neck, I begged him to just hug me.

It seemed like Kylon would be happy to hug me.

And as if that was true, Kailon eventually sighed and nodded.

“Okay, just hang in there.”

After saying that, Kailon took off his clothes and pressed himself against my body. Although it seemed uncomfortable trying to move with one hand while holding both my wrists at once with his large hand.

As my eyes focused more and more on Kylon, I felt like the fears that had been in my heart were erased, making my throat itchy a little less.

I wish it would disappear completely, but as if this wasn’t a complete solution, it remained and tickled my body.

And the last thing that caught my eye was Kailon’s cock.

However, it was limp.

“… why? I don’t suck anymore? Are you going to throw me away?”

I was scared of the tingling feeling and felt like the itching would get worse again.

I felt like I was going to cry because I felt like Kylon was going to abandon me like this.

The thought of human trauma was such that I felt tired myself.

Right now… Because they arbitrarily degenerated my thinking and made me accept it the way I wanted to accept it.

As I was trembling with paranoia, Kylon couldn’t shake off his embarrassed expression and was immediately trying to grow his cock.

“No, what do you mean? I don’t mean to keep you by my side like that.”

“… … .”

“Now, now, did you stop?”

His tone was as if he were soothing a child, but if I knew that he wasn’t trying to keep me by his side for that reason, I wouldn’t have particularly disliked him.

Kylon’s voice came closer, it was like a prayer for my trauma to go away.

Their bodies were overlapped as they were held and pinned so that they could not scratch their necks with their hands.