episode_0326

When I was 9 years old, I heard something from my father who came home drunk.

My mom died giving birth to me.

I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you until now.

Although I heard that, through the eyes of a 9-year-old child, I couldn’t find any regrets in my father.

As a child, I was just embarrassed.

I didn’t know why I was knocking on the door in the middle of the night and complaining.

Looking back now that I’ve grown older, something sad happened outside… I may have wanted to complain about something, but

I was 9 years old at that time. He’s a child with no excuses.

An adult much larger than himself. My dad is like my whole world.

Watching him say with wide eyes that his mother died because of ‘me’…

‘Are you saying that my mother died because of me?’

It was easy for an indelible wound to be etched deep in one’s heart.

But I did not see the incident as a complete misfortune.

This is because there were questions that were clearly resolved only then.

Since I don’t have a mother, I’ve never met a person called my grandmother, but the reason why my father’s mother and grandmother hate me has been solved.

A child made by a single father with his only son.

The son is unable to remarry due to his burden and is becoming increasingly gaunt.

A self-deprecating lament that we are all getting older and are still taking care of our children.

Still, I wasn’t an evil person at all, so my grandmother didn’t say such things in front of me, but when I was young, I had a bit of a naive side, and I was able to tell the true intention just by the unintentional emotions that showed.

but,

Even so, is he still a brat? From that day on, my personality began to become increasingly different.

People have become hateful.

She gets upset over trivial things, grumbles, and often says harsh things to boys who are playing around with her. It’s something we should apologize to each other and move on, but we’re just keeping it together.

Naturally, I quickly became a mojiri with no friends.

No one talks to you first, adults often treat you like a problem child, and your family circumstances that you have been keeping secret are revealed when questionnaires are handed out from the front. I was made fun of because I was a child without a mother.

When I go to the bathroom, I hear gossip without even realizing it…

The kind of bullying that an obnoxious and deviant child receives. I couldn’t help but cry out of pride, but I cried every day when I got home.

My grandmother and father hate me, my few friends have disappeared, and the school I was forced to go to was a living hell…

In my young mind, I lived in anger every day wondering if I should continue to live like this until I die.

It was summer.

A playful voice, no different from other children. As I was wasting time standing in the vacant lot, there was a child who approached me first.

“Do you have no friends?”

“……What?”

“I asked because you were always alone. Don’t you get bored if you keep being alone like that?”

“Get away, you ugly thing.”

The angular personality, as always, pushed the boy away.

But this guy was something different.

“…My mom said I was the most handsome in the world.”

“Asshole.”

“What does asshole mean? I don’t know such difficult words.”

Looking back now, it wasn’t a face I didn’t recognize at all. At the time, I thought that the smile Hyunjun was making was just the innocent, foolish side of a child.

“…what is that.”

As a child, I didn’t know how difficult it was to be considerate.

*

Before moving on to Magyeong, of course I stopped by Dawn Castle.

3 In order to go to the Tower of Despair, where the apostles are located, it was necessary to meet Prien’s collaborators, Gravekeeper Goldmund and Mountain Keeper Keyhole.

However, even in that situation, the members of the Dawn Castle, including Yuma, welcomed the group warmly.

There was a sense of pride in preparing meat that they did not eat separately and preparing as elaborate a feast as possible.

…I understand up to this point. but,

What on earth is the scenery unfolding before our eyes?

“Now, be strong today too. Let’s pray before toasting!”

-His Excellency the Almighty Siron. Thank you for all the grace you have given us. I will use it with gratitude for the alcohol and food you provided me today.

“Amin!”

-Amin.

“…What the fuck?”

Siron could not keep his mouth shut at the strange phenomenon unfolding before his eyes. I tried to stay aloof as I was about to embark on a large-scale expedition, but thousands of people were spreading out tables in the snow and offering prayers of thanks…

As I kept saying my own name, I felt a sense of shame that was difficult to express in words.

“How do you feel, young master? Isn’t that amazing? Prayers offered by easily over thousands of people!”

“Fire candle Ophelia. It took a lot of hard work to get to this point. There probably won’t be enough time even if I talk non-stop while you’re here…”

Encia and Ophelia looked back at Siron and their eyes lit up.

“Master! We did a good job!”

Are you not paying attention to what is on this side? Or is it that the ability to empathize is tied to not having a human mind?

Psychopath. Siron truly thought that way about the two.

“Who ordered it?”

However, the cause had to be identified. Before, I would have thought it was just two maids doing something strange out of boredom, but after going through ‘that’ incident, I felt a tingle down my spine every time I saw a scene that went beyond common sense.

“Did you just open your eyes and see strange writing?”

“Of course, it’s our opinion!”

Encia proudly stuck out her chest.

“I heard somewhere that a warrior becomes more powerful as his or her faith gathers. It was like that 500 years ago, so isn’t it still like that now?”

“…This is what makes me stronger?”

“Of course! Gather everyone’s wishes and power up! how is it? Do you feel a little stronger?”

“You think I’m going to die of shame?”

Siron’s words were not exaggerations, but the truth. From the moment thousands of settlers prayed for him, his heart pounded and blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy.

Not only are my hands trembling, but they are also curled up and cannot be straightened. As it is, I can’t hold the sword or swing it.

Seeing Siron like that, Ophelia pounded her heart.

“It’s okay! We will do our best to help you adapt quickly!”

“…How?”

“You said you were going to Magyeong, right? Until then, we will have them recite prayers every day and create hymns. Every time you wake up, a choir consisting of only boys and girls makes your morning cheerful…”

It’s expected to be a truly terrible morning. I could only imagine what would happen in the future, but the mental damage was even worse than what it is now.

Is this a trick from a demon god? These guys are demons who followed the demon god just 500 years ago. Looking back on what happened in Lucerne, it seemed like there would be no problem at all if a divine being suddenly made a revelation to them.

[Hero.]

The moment I thought that, an ominous voice rang in my head.

[When thousands of people just called the warrior’s name. The hero’s point…]

‘Do not say.’

[yes?]

‘I don’t want to hear it. Something like that.’

“…Thank you for preparing it, but I don’t think it was necessary. I have to go to the cemetery right now.”

“Well, then there is nothing we can do.”

“Cheer up, Master!”

“……Ugh, I always try so hard… I have a lot of trouble.”

Siron dismissed it and left the manor.

Jump and jump. The steps are very fast. Lucia, Seira, and even Yoru. Although he seemed to find the situation of being supported by others quite enjoyable, Siron’s face was not that thick.

[I think both Lucia and Seira would be very happy if they saw this situation.]

‘They were the ones to blame. ‘The typical reaction is for people to walk away out of embarrassment, like me.’

-You too. Why is the 7th place student acting like this while I, the 1st place person, stay still?

Siron could lie without any hesitation, but he had little tolerance for blatant praise.

-You’re going to break my wrist on the next test? Again! What a bluff!

I could not be praised ignorantly by others. I also believe that it is impossible unless the environment supports it to the extent that the recognition mentality is greater than that of others or that other people’s praise becomes indifferent.

-It’s cruel. Why is it a violin all of a sudden? Knowing my family’s situation… it’s really shameful…

puck!

“……Ah.”

Siron suddenly buried his head in a snow hole. My heated head cools down quickly. And at the same time, the memories of my immature days also disappear.

“Why are you suddenly harming yourself…?”

“To cool off.”

Since when did it start? Seira, who was following behind, asked worriedly.

Lucia said nothing. No, it is correct to say that I couldn’t do it. Her mouth was stuffed with a gag because the person she was about to meet harbored similar feelings of resentment towards her former life, Kylie.

‘It’s better to avoid pointless fights.’

“It’s just around the corner.”

The area of Dawn Castle. There is a strange place where darkness does not reach.

Prien’s tomb.

Even in the Makal Mountains, where a strange energy hovers, the starlight does not set all year round, and a place with a sacred energy that is contradictory.

However, that alone could not completely prevent the corpse from becoming undead.

The military power of those who inherit Prien’s dragon power is designed with the assumption that each individual will be able to confront the demon god, so if even one of them becomes undead, it will result in a terrible disaster.

That is why a tomb keeper is needed.

[Gravekeeper Goldmund]

A demon that guarantees eternal rest to those who sacrifice their lives to fight.

The fallen dwarf straightened his bent back. Kang – He throws away the golden hoe shovel stuck in the ground and looks this way.

“…Not Glenn Frien.”

“This is Siron Prien. We want to inherit the power of prophecy.”

“…The power of prophecy cannot be obtained without the title of head of the family.”

Goldmund said this and gazed in the direction indicated by the starlight. Lucia’s eyes were gagged and her eyes widened.

“I will gladly perform the ceremony not for you, but for Lucia Prien behind you.”

“Don’t you want to take revenge on the demon god?”

Siron said as he took out the holy sword. The demons who experienced the great war 500 years ago would not know its meaning.

“The head of the family who failed dozens of times and the hero who appeared for the first time in 500 years. Who can kill the demon faster?”

“…”

“Of course it’s me, right?”

“eup! Ugh!”

Lucia nodded vigorously.