episode_0290

Downstream of the river that runs through the city.

Berta barely stood up using her sword as a cane. The blade full of teeth and the swollen palms show how many teeth and blades she has encountered.

I swung too much, and I also got hit a lot.

There were so many battles that it wouldn’t be surprising if he died, but I guess it would be better to say it was an innate talent, or just luck.

Among dozens of colleagues, she was the only one who did not lose her mind. This is something that cannot be explained unless it is luck.

However, it could not be helped that my physical strength was exhausted.

As if even trying to stand was too much, his body stumbled for a while and then collapsed.

‘…I really should quit.’

What I’m going to stop doing is being a fucking police officer.

There was no real sense of mission, and it was a position I won by relying solely on my swordsmanship skills. Although I have little money saved and it is too early to retire, I thought I should at least stop risking my life.

‘If something like today happens again…’

You won’t be able to survive.

Bertha closed her eyes tightly and then raised her head. On a high platform, a silver-haired woman was laying out the attackers neatly.

Siriel, who had cut off the 64th person, broke the dantian with her finger imbued with internal power.

“After. It’s finally over.”

“…”

Bertha swallowed hard and felt fortunate that she sat down. He even pretends to faint just in case he makes eye contact.

“…”

The reason why you behave so unsightly is,

Because I was scared.

Bertha was more afraid of Siriel, who was on her side, than the attackers with whom she had fought sword-to-sword.

It is common to have a fear-like awe towards the strong, but Berta’s feelings for Siriel are at a higher level than that.

It is common to cut off the limbs of a suppressed enemy or kill them because it is too much trouble to manage. So, ending it by destroying the dantian like that can be seen as a sufficiently moderate suppression.

Moreover, isn’t Siriel the only one who can move normally now?

There was no proper rope, and in Berta’s opinion, setting off a power supply and maiming him was the most humane and reasonable course of action.

but,

Even so, wouldn’t that cause permanent disability?

They mechanically put people down and crushed them, step by step, like popping fleas.

Of course, there was nervousness on her face, but Bertha instinctively knew that the emotion was not caused by the attackers.

Bertha saw Siriel as a human being without blood or tears.

The word psycho.

Was it a time when I held my breath for a long time? Siriel, who was on the podium, approached Bertha.

“Are you having trouble standing up?”

“…I think so.”

Berta answered hesitantly. After all, he had just jumped up and then collapsed, so there was no way he could pretend to have lost his mind.

“Oh my, what should I do? Look at the blood.”

Siriel looked at Bertha’s condition and began administering first aid.

I applied ointment to the abrasions and massaged my swollen legs.

Bewilderment appeared on Bertha’s face.

“You don’t have to go this far, but I’d rather tell other people…”

“Don’t worry. Just doing what needs to be done. Oh, I have a potion. Would you like some?”

Unlike how she treated the attackers, Siriel’s actions showed genuine concern and charity. The fact that the First Sword of the Empire applied ointment and massaged my legs was an act of extreme generosity that was too much for a mere civil servant to receive.

Bertha, who even felt sad, revised her evaluation of Siriel. It was the first time she felt in a long time because she was away from her family, and it touched her heart.

Siriel was the mother.

Of course, Bertha was her older sister for a long time, but age was not important when it came to feeling affection for her.

“How are you feeling now? Can you move a little?”

“Of course.”

“Thank goodness.”

Siriel smiled brightly at Bertha, who answered confidently. And she put some extra potions and ointments into Bertha’s hands.

“Then, please take care of me.”

“…Yes?”

“Please take good care of the remaining people.”

Bertha looked at the medicine and then at Siriel.

“Ah. Worried about having too many people to manage? Don’t worry, I also destroyed the Danjeon in preparation for him.”

“Ah, yes.”

No further explanation was needed. Siriel personally helped Bertha up.

“I’m just saying this out of concern.”

Siriel, who was about to leave, turned around, wondering if she still had something to say.

“You can’t kill those people. Sudden death is inevitable, but never out of anger or for such reasons.”

“…I will try my best.”

“Not by effort, never. If there is someone who is trying to kill you, mention His Majesty’s name and be sure to stop them.”

“Your Majesty… you mean?”

“Yes, the empire will still be an empire a hundred years from now.”

Those are meaningful words. Berta stared at Siriel disappearing in the direction of dawn.

Siriel was heading to the north.

*

When the icon that had been chasing away the darkness disappeared, Devialet immediately wanted to check on Siron’s well-being.

Maybe it’s because I witnessed a miracle, but even though I used all my strength, my steps were light. Before long, he could see Siron crouching in the ruins.

“Lord Siron!”

“…Are you here?”

Siron spoke without looking at the approaching figure.

In an unusual atmosphere, Devialet immediately corrected his body pain.

…Oh no. I was so excited that the hero was safe. Devialet approached the side and slowly lowered his gaze.

There was a woman whose face was covered with a white cotton cloth, and her identity was well known to Devialet.

“He died.”

“…Yes.”

“Princess Yoru of Yaman is dead. Even though I exerted all my strength, I could not save him. I have never felt so helpless.”

“……I see.”

Devialet scratched the back of his head, feeling three heartbeats.

Dying is shit. Princess Yaman was alive and well. Even if it wasn’t necessarily the sound of her heart, Cheon’s slight shaking due to exhalation even revealed the fact that she was even eavesdropping on this conversation.

“…You must be sad.”

However, Devialet did not bother to point out the lies of the theory. Rather, he even blatantly matches the shamelessness of poetry.

Devialet cleared his throat and whispered to Siron.

“Do you, by any chance, want to be alone?”

“Yes. I’m alone. Because Yoru is dead.”

“Um… Shall we stop people coming in here? Ah, I am saying this because I think Siron will need time to get over his sadness.”

“…Thank you for your consideration.”

Sigh – Siron squeezed out tears that weren’t there.

“I hope I don’t run into anyone until I get to the mansion. Is that okay?”

“No matter how much you feel sad… of course.”

“As expected, the Cardinal is a very dependable person. How should I express this gratitude?”

“…”

It must have been a while before I overheard the ensuing skit, and the cloth covering the urinary tract was removed. Yoru stared at Shiron with a sad gaze.

“Look. The Cardinal is a good person?”

Shiron ignored the distrustful glare.

“He is truly someone worthy of imitation. There should be more people like that in the world.”

“…Does it make sense to pretend to be a corpse when he is clearly alive?”

“I kept thinking about it, and this one was the best.”

“Would it be a good thing if I pretended to be dead? In that case, if I just die…”

“I’m being fussy.”

Siron threw new clothes at Yoru. Holy power was used to heal it, but the blood-soaked clothes were still in disrepair.

“You are a slave and my private property. Do you think I would choose to have the entire gold evaporate? And how much time and effort I invested in you.”

“…For something like that, it was an atmosphere that didn’t care whether I died or not.”

Yoru looked around at the clothes he received. It was a fairly sophisticated suit, and judging by the embroidery of the maker, it seemed like a special order.

“If I were dead, I would still be useful. Do you know anything? If you search the magic scriptures, you might find some black magic that can save people.”

“…What do you want?”

Yoru turned his back on Shiron and took off his clothes. I was embarrassed to show my naked body to others, but I was even more embarrassed to complain that I was told to turn around in this situation.

‘Are you really… trying to make me a sex slave?’

-Give birth as much as you kill.

But shame comes without warning. A memory not worth remembering.

Yoru felt like his spine was burning as he felt eyes on him.

“…Slave play is over.”

Siron said while looking at Yoru’s back. After waiting for her to finish changing clothes, he took off the dog’s leash himself.

“I will give you a new identity. Live freely, because that was your destiny.”

“Didn’t you say that you should give birth to as many as you kill?”

“What nonsense?”

“…This is strange!”

Yoru shook off his hand and jumped up. Her face was red, perhaps because she realized she had missed the mark.

“Are you going through all this trouble just to let me live freely? Do you make it big like this?”

“I almost forgot to live a good life.”

“Are you an idiot?”

Yoru covered his face in embarrassment.

“Do you think this makes sense? Do you have a weird head?”

I writhed as if my whole body was itching.

“I, I did something. If you act like you’re some kind of saint…”

It ends up being left in a shabby state.

I was confident that the pride I was barely holding on to would crumble and no trace would remain. I may have owed my life three times, maybe more.

There is no story or legend in the world where so many people were fought and released.

“Anyway, I said everything I had to say. Oh, by the way, your wanted notice is still there, so you should put on some makeup or change your hairstyle.”

“…is this the end?”

“Next time I meet an enemy… No.”

There is no need to say this. Siron, who spouted out arbitrarily, even threw a bag of gold coins to Yoru before turning around.

“What is it?”

Suddenly, Yoru grabbed the hem of Shiron’s clothes.

“What does it mean?”

“We won’t meet again next time.”

“…What?”

“This is the last time you can see me.”

There are only two apostles left. One way is to go to Arwen Plateau, where the subjugation system is taking place.

‘If you kill that one…’

“I will leave the empire soon. Even if you go around killing people who committed terrorism, we won’t even meet you.”

“I will live a good life.”

Yoru answered immediately in a hushed voice. It is inevitable that a time will come when you will have to fight. but,

She was confident that she would not kill anyone no matter what the controversy.

No matter how beastly an animal may be, it knows the grace of the person who saved its life.

I hated the word barbarian. I wanted to improve the treatment of my compatriots. There are many compatriots who did not fight.

…Where will the struggle ultimately end? What Yoru wanted was a humane life.

If she betrays here, she will fall below the level of a beast. It is easy to imagine a future in which not only the compatriots she loved so much, but even later historians will point fingers at her.

However, what happened next was something Yoru could never have imagined.

“…?”

When I suddenly came to my senses, Yoru was tying up Shiron. One hand that was holding the hem of his clothes became two, and he was so sad that he ended up clinging to him, shedding tears like an abandoned puppy.

??????

‘Why am I like this?’

By the time I came to my senses, it was already too late.

Yoru looked up at the confused, confused face.

My body was heating up here and there, and I couldn’t figure out why my heart was pounding so loud today.

But soon you will find out.

Click – Shiron put Yoru’s leash on with a bitter look on his face.

“If you beg like that, what can you do?”

“…Uh. Huh?”

I have already crossed the irreversible river. No words came out of his pursed lips.