Please Do Not Abandon the Adopted Heroine

144 – Forgotten Hero of the Second Holy Sword

Are you angry now?

The Holy Sword asked me.

I think the first answer was yes.

***

It happened a long time ago. I once asked his father how the Holy Sword had an ego. My father, who was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, scratched his head as if he had a little trouble answering and said, “… … “It would be most accurate to say that I just feel that way.” He left an incomprehensible comment.

At the time, I thought they were just making fun of me. Even after receiving the Holy Sword as a keepsake from his father, he never had the subjective feeling that the Holy Sword had an ego.

Perhaps that was an exaggerated expression to praise the greatness of the Holy Sword, and I thought so when I entered the snowy field with my aunt and other colleagues. At that time, I never imagined that I would have a conversation with the Holy Sword in the distant future.

I had a dream again.

What dream is this?

I had a mom. There was her dad… Her aunt too… Undine too… Her aunt too… Come and have fun… Eat delicious food… . happily… I laughed…

Wow, that must have been nice.

Yes, it was very good.

By the way, Eugene. You know, right? That won’t happen.

… … … … .

You know, how do you feel now?

… … … … .

Are you angry now?

… … … … .

There’s no answer.

… … … … .

are you okay.

There’s plenty of time.

If you’re not ready yet, I’ll wait.

I can make as much time as I want.

Dreaming a lot. Let’s learn a lot.

My dear Eugene.

I’ll be by your side.

***

When I looked back at myself, I found myself standing in a distant time.

The Holy Sword placed me in time and repeated endless actions.

Countless questions and answers were repeated and countless memories were repeated, and I accepted the infinite magic and knowledge that the Holy Sword gave me.

a voice asked.

You know. Are you angry now?

***

It was white. It was all white. Was it a place I knew well? no. It was a snowy field. At that time, everything was white to me.

Hey, Eugene. Are you angry now?

***

Are you angry now?

‘… … … ‘

There are countless people out there trying to harm you.

‘know.’

There are people who killed your loved ones.

‘I know that too.’

I’ll ask you again, are you angry now?

‘… … … .’

Feel free to answer comfortably. How you feel doesn’t really matter. I’m just curious.

‘… … … I don’t know.’

You don’t know?

‘now… well… I don’t know… ‘

‘I’m dizzy… I feel like throwing up… . I can’t think of anything. stop… I’m no longer… stop… ‘

You must be very tired.

Hehe… This can be happen.

It’s not wrong to be weak.

It’s just a given nightmare.

Because of your weakness, you turned your back on the goddess,

Because she was weak, the goddess drove herself to destruction.

There is no denying being weak. It was just inferior. It’s the same as if an ant that stepped on your feet was crushed to death.

Not only you, who had no intention or even awareness, but the ant, which was just a small one, did nothing wrong either.

But the results remain. If there is a fault, it is the absurd results that inevitably arise from weakness, and the laughable hypocrisy of those who accepted the situation and the absolute who turned a blind eye to such weak beings.

‘I don’t know… Going deep… I want to go home… ‘

‘I hate everything now…’ I want to stop… please. I want to stop. I don’t need it all. I don’t like being alone… don’t go… I don’t want to think about it… Stay by my side… ‘

‘My arm hurts. I feel like my arms are going to fall off. How much more magic do I have to do? How much more does it take to finish? How long have you been here? Monster… It’s not a monster. stop. It’s a monster. stop. I want to stop. mom… Mom… ‘

You’re exhausted. know. It feels like a lot of time has passed. It’s not your fault.

The fact that your father died leaving you with the holy sword, your mother being murdered while pregnant with your beloved younger brother without being able to use any weapons, the fact that the princess you called Aunt and your companions dying miserably in the snowy field without even being able to retrieve a single body, are there any similarities? Everyone says it’s not your fault.

Do you think it would be different if you were stronger now? Yes, that’s right. It’s not wrong. If you were as strong as you are now, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. Maybe you could get rid of everything that’s holding you back.

But in the end, it’s just an assumption.

your parents How many times were they predicted to be the strongest under this sky? What about the people you called aunts and the people you were with at the party?

It was a result that could not be resisted through individual force. Was it really different for you? How dare you twist that cause and effect? Would it have been different if he had met me just a few years earlier?

well. I can only manipulate time a little and can’t see the unrealized future, but I don’t think that’s very likely. Of course, at this point, it’s nothing more than a waste of time and a delusion.

There is a slightly more fundamental cause. If it’s not your fault, what’s wrong?

Why don’t you think about it?

If you are truly blessed… If the goddess was truly a noble deity… If the world they created was run correctly… If everyone was watching you, as they say,

You wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Have you ever thought about it that way?

I’m not saying you should blame your fate. Because you have no significant importance in the endless flow of this planet.

If this is going to happen, it would be better if you had never been born in the first place? haha! If that were the case, it would have been perfect. But it’s not really a meaningful debate now, is it? I’m telling you this, but you’re already here, and you ended up holding me in your hands at the same time!

You know. Eugene.

Listen carefully.

Would you like to look at the ground you are stepping on?

It was ruined a long time ago.

Look around.

It’s a landscape that someone already ruined a long time ago.

There are people who are clinging to uncontaminated land, covering themselves with the name ‘Empire’ like a blanket, and waiting with bated breath for destruction that may come at any moment.

There are some weak people who have built a ‘magic tower’ on an already polluted land and have continued the meaningless struggle to hold onto and protect the moon abandoned by the goddess for thousands of years.

Don’t cry.

You must be very tired.

But you have to be strong.

Enough to escape from the bondage.

You have to be strong.

It’s not just the body. It’s not just magical power.

You have to be strong. You have to be strong.

I’ll guide you.

I… No, only I will be by your side.

It’s not your fault.

My mind is completely white now, right?

It is natural that you gave up because you were tired of hating the empire and the emperor.

You might be mistaken in thinking that you no longer hate anyone.

Your heart is just tired for a moment now.

But the hate won’t go away. It’s just that it’s hidden in the shadows because it couldn’t bask in the sunlight for a while, but it’s already sprouted in your heart. Because it is deeply rooted.

Don’t forget that. Those are your precious feelings, Eugene.

As long as you don’t abandon me,

I will watch your last days.

So, will you promise me one thing?

The balance of this land is already broken.

Erase it forever, forever.

***

I felt like I was immersed in the distant night sky.

When I opened my eyes, I was left alone in the snowy field.

It felt like I had woken up from a long dream. My mind felt strangely clear and transparent.

I look down at my hands. Hands with deep calluses. When was the last time you looked at your hand and could only think of the word ‘hand’?

We reached the north. My skin felt like it was going to tear and my fingers would fall off from the cold.

Just the fact that I recognized the cold as cold gave me a feeling I desperately missed. Cold air surrounding the lungs. The dreamy scent of pine wafts through the dry wind. I could have stayed warm by heating my body with magic, but I didn’t do that.

Ash is mixed in the snowstorm. Occasionally, when I swallowed my saliva, I chewed the characteristic thick powder of ash.

To the north. Because there’s nothing we can do now except move forward.

Look over there. That’s it, Eugene.

The Holy Sword vaguely spoke to me.

Take care, Eugene.

That’s the goddess.

When I followed the voice and raised my head, there was a woman.

There was a goddess who did not lose her dignity in the bitter cold, frozen solidly, wrapped in a thin cloth.

The moment I saw her on the ashes, without a single speck of dust, I felt my vision becoming blurry.

This is the goddess of the earth and the moon.

I’m not dead.

I’m in a state of suspended animation.

I’ve locked myself away.

Can you see the huge margin drawn around the goddess’ body? It’s a margin designed by the clan’s magic tower to protect the moon. What happens if you break the margin? If the moon shatters, the snowfield will be restored. It’s eternal day. But it won’t last long. Maybe we can get that fleeting warmth back. But like lighting a match, it burns briefly, and soon everything turns to ash and disappears. how is it? If we destroy that margin, we can destroy the moon and restore the snowfield… … Unfortunately, it takes a lot of force to break it. Yes, the power of just six holy swords would be enough.

Or you can kill the goddess. Look Carefully. If I drop that pitiful neck, it will all be over. A fascinating face. But poor goddess. I was so thoughtless that I ended up sealing myself like this. I guess I didn’t even know it would end up like this. Because they must have been busy running away. A rusty blade might be enough for that neck. It will fall apart like soft cheese. Then eternal night will come. Endless darkness. It is the word of a world that has lost its owner. Everything will fall into an uncertain sleep. The dawn of dawn will never shine.

Which do you want? well. I need both.

So I called them here first.

Six warriors.

and six lunar phases.

These are all of us… And the enemy of the world I wish for.

Haha, I’m here, I’m here. Look behind you. Eugene.

The warriors of the Holy Sword and the owners of the Magic Tower have come.

Kill them, Eugene.

Take away the holy sword.

Break the margins.

Order that has already been disrupted cannot be corrected.

It’s like a broken glass.

Even if you force it together, big problems will arise someday.

Nevertheless, they will take a step towards the worst possible end.

Stupidly, I will not be able to go against my instincts and will pass this unfortunate ending on to my children.

So weak. Helplessly.

An unstable future. A sad sky that never falls…

Every moment, every opportunity was wasted…

Continuing the generations, continuing… I will continue to make meaningless leaps again.

You can’t do that. Look at them. Look at those pitiful people jumping off a cliff without wings. Look at them falling pitifully on the floor.

Only you… Only you can save them.

Eternal rest to those who were just weak.

Completely end this world.

Erase it forever.

As one of the goddess’s pieces.

That’s my only wish, Eugene.

Until then, I will protect you by your side.

Only I will protect you by your side.

Don’t worry, poor child.

Whatever choice you make,

I won’t leave your side.