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Shhh!

The wind splits in half, and white clouds appear out of nowhere in the air. I thought it was an airplane passing by, but in fact, it wasn’t an airplane.

Cheonwoong Stella sweeps the sky. With a young man on his back. The identity of the young man is me. Stella’s voice, muttering in confusion, penetrates my ear.

“Live. live. live. live… .”

It’s so desperate that it even feels like madness.

As soon as he noticed that Stella had awakened due to my sacrifice, King kicked the eight demons forward and ran away. Chapter 36: Julhaengrang. His plan was perfect.

Of course, my plan was perfect too. No, the result is 200% more perfect than the original plan. Who would have thought that Stella would awaken at that moment!

“Please, please live. Please hold on just a little longer. yes? Well, I’ll take you to the priests in no time… .”

I turned the forced laughter into a moan. Of course I couldn’t say anything. I just watched the surrounding scenery change in real time with my eyes wide open.

Stella did not chase the fleeing King. Instead, when he was still alive, he put me on his back and started running without looking back. Faster than the wind and more thrilling.

If you think about it computationally, it is an unprofitable business. A chance to kill the Duke of Demon World and an ordinary person… If it were me, I would of course have chosen to kill the Duke Nam.

But Stella chose to save me. Action based on emotion. I really liked it.

“Please just live.”

Of course I will buy it.

Shhh-.

After flying for ten minutes with Stella on my back, I arrived at a cathedral in the center of another city. Although it was not as big as Seonghwangcheong, it was quite large and magnificent.

thud-!

“Gasp!”

“Da, you… ! No, it hurt more than that… !”

The church’s parishioners looked at me and Stella, who had suddenly fallen from the sky, with surprised faces. A circular wave formed around us.

Without any delay, Stella broke through the crowd and entered the cathedral. Am I completely panicked? Or maybe it was because I intentionally spilled so much blood that Stella’s back was soaked.

People stood aside in confusion. Walking along the broken road, Stella screamed with all her might.

“Please help!”

that.

“Please help me!”

It was the most fierce and heartbreaking cry I have ever heard in the entire extremely long cycle of reincarnation.

“Patient! Where are you?”

“Aaagh! Blood, blood… !”

“Ugh, black, please save me. Please, please save this person… .”

“Please lay it down here! I will inject holy power right away!”

The key starts here. I was fully prepared to twist my body so as not to reveal that I was conscious.

A priest wearing a white bridal gown places his hand on my back. Perhaps all of the skin has been torn off and the wounds inside are clearly visible.

Soon, a white, terrible, and disgusting divine power overtook my body.

“… !”

I gritted my teeth. sick. But you have to be patient.

At the same time, it uses magical power. Steadily extracts invisible white magical energy.

Heal my affected area. The gaping skin is sutured, and the damaged organs are connected together.

The divine power constantly torments me as a demon, but if I act well, I can create an amazing scene where the divine power heals me without showing any signs of pain.

So to speak, it is a delicious meal. Idiots and idiots would just see me being healed by divine power after losing consciousness.

“Ahh, ah, ah… !”

Stella moaned desperately next to her. She watched me being treated with a look of concern on her face, and now she is kneeling next to my face, obsessively holding my face. So I can’t even apply strength to my neck properly.

*****

“The treatment itself was completed without a hitch. but… .”

The priest speaks to Stella, who has deep dark circles under her eyes after crying for a long time.

A dead body lay next to her… No, I’m just barely breathing.

“The wound was so deep, and because he was not treated right away, his strength was greatly diminished. This is why you can’t open your eyes even though your breathing is normal.”

Ugh-.

Stella ground her teeth. A deep disgust towards herself.

“I think I will have to wait until my strength returns.”

“… .”

“I won’t tell you to prepare your mind. But it would be impossible for you to wake up right away.”

“Uh, how… Can I do this?”

“What… We will have to wait until he wakes up and look at the trend. Are you a lover?”

“Yes? Oh, that’s… .”

“I checked your background and found that both your father and mother died in the war. In other words, this person is an orphan without a guardian.”

“… ! I’ll take responsibility!”

In the end, I was carried to Stella’s house. Even then, I didn’t come to my senses.

This is to allow it to ripen a little more. How did I get this opportunity? I should cook it as deliciously as possible and then gulp it down.

Stella took me to her house. Then, careful nursing began.

“Huh… Why, why were you trying to protect me… . You’re not even a hero… .”

Sometimes, while lying on the hospital bed, I would put my forehead on my motionless hand and sob.

“I don’t know when, but I will protect you until you wake up.”

When he left for work, he looked back at me and showed his firm determination.

“Oh, please. Please come to your senses. me… I’m going crazy. I’m so anxious. I’m afraid that one day you will go out like a candle in the wind… .”

Other times, he was drunk and complained.

“I will protect you for the rest of my life. Just like you protected me.”

On your birthday. He celebrated the hero’s lonely birthday party alone and strengthened his resolve by my side.

Cheonwoong went out during the day and took care of me at home at night. I only slept for 4 hours, and even that was on the side of the bed I was lying on. It was a two-bedroom house to begin with, so it wasn’t big.

I waited patiently.

I waited like a mummy for six months without moving.

*****

A hero’s day is hard. There are very few people who have power but do not lose justice. When people who want to stand above others or do something through power turn into villains, the hero uses childhood innocence or the base desire for people to shout his name as the driving force to stop the villain.

It was like that that day too.

Stella runs from city to city, catching seventeen villains and sending them to prison. She returns home on a rickety subway, dressed in ordinary clothes, among ordinary people.

It was the time of sunset. The sky turns blue. The sky at sunset is yellow on one side and blue on the other.

The sunset becomes brighter and the shadows become longer, as if leaving a tail.

Stella took one step after another. The eyes are looking straight ahead, but the direction one is looking at is the floor. The bottom of desire, emptiness, and loneliness.

Stella thought about it. What else should I do when I get home?

That man won’t be awake today either.

Of course I won’t wake up tomorrow either.

In the past few months, Stella always thought about this every time she entered the house. ‘You’ll be awake today, right?’

But it was a bleak dream. Her expectations were frustrated every day. Stella gave up her expectations little by little.

Now I’m actually thinking that way. How long can she take charge of him? Being a hero is never a safe job. What if someday she encounters a problem or suffers a disaster? What should I do with the sleeping life I am carrying?

I climbed the narrow villa stairs and stood in front of the house door.

Stella sighed once and opened the door.

It was quiet inside.

however.

“… ?”

There was a sweet smell. It was a scent that whetted her tired appetite.

Stella’s heart began to beat rapidly. She immediately took off her shoes and ran into the house.

“Ah… !”

“Ah, are you here? There was no point in waiting around, so I was doing some cooking. Are you okay?”

A man with sad eyes was smiling brightly at her. I wasn’t wearing glasses like before. However, the white skin contrasted beautifully with the black hair that had grown to reach the eyes.

He was standing in the kitchen. The identity of the smell was that of him cooking. Soup was boiling in the pot.

Stella’s eyes were tearful. I couldn’t get any words out. Just, she. He rushed forward and hugged the man.

And cried. I cried loudly. As if pouring out all the sadness and worries, and the affection that he had developed alone.

The man quietly stroked Stella. The blonde girl kneeled down, buried her head in her stomach, and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. The young man gently stroked it as if he was holding a baby.

“I saw the photos. It was Stella’s house. It wasn’t difficult to understand the situation. I looked at the calendar.”

“Ugh, ahhh, hauh… .”

The woman cried for a long time inside. I laughed freely without paying attention. Of course, pure and fresh.

*****

Six months later.

Stella exclaimed, holding out the bouquet she had bought from me.

“I like it!”