Two-Headed Ouroboros-4
He was pursued by the rest of the collaterals and also pursued by the Empire.
I annihilated the enemies one by one.
The Berserker who killed me in pieces said:
-You…you’re crazyer than me…!
Yes, can I learn without going crazy?
The King of Spirits, who destroyed the labyrinth and killed it, said:
-Nonsense…! How did humans overcome even the fear of death…!
There was no need to overcome. Because I was doing this because I wanted to die from the beginning.
The resurrected ancient demon committed suicide by inflicting pain to the point of wanting to die.
-I…! I’ll give you a chance! human…!! If there is a real country!! You are the strongest demon…!!
there was no need I’d rather be old enough that I don’t care if I die. Why isn’t there a hero to kill me?
-no way…! Hunter Helsing is back…!!
Even when all the flesh and blood of the vampire lord were torn apart.
– Only humans…!! A human who didn’t even use my serum…!!
Even when I buried the resurrected undead dragon after being used as an experiment.
Yet I didn’t die.
Lumine, who used to treat me, said.
{Now… can’t you stop…}
[What should I stop doing?]
{The warrior also…! You wouldn’t have wanted this…! No more revenge…!}
[…Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… Revenge…?]
I answered clearly pointing the sword.
“If I really wanted revenge, I would have killed them all. Incompetent adults, and the damn world.”
At that, Lumine didn’t say anything.
{…You haven’t come out of the dark yet.}
[You speak as if there is still light in this world. Were your eyes far enough away from your head because it wasn’t enough?]
With that said, I sprinted out of my seat.
{Wait…! You know what your body is now…!}
[Oh, I’d rather be broken and die. If you don’t like it, pray.]
Ask God to give you a new hero and holy sword.
***
My head feels like it’s going to break
The information is all jumbled up and entangled like clutter.
Reason was saying that even if there was something to hide, such a thing would not make sense.
It was an area that could not be understood either physically or in terms of time.
I’d rather think that the previous smoke was a hallucination.
Horrible memories intertwine.
and what’s even more terrifying
Arya herself knew that the fragments of those memories were true.
There was a point that I understood deeply in my heart.
“You woke up.”
The smoke cleared, and the old woman, the prophet, sat there again.
As if all of this was an illusion.
stay quiet
“You… you the hell…!”
“First, let me explain, it’s not like drugs or hallucinogens.”
As if evidence of that, the old woman calmly inhaled the smoke. The old woman’s eyes didn’t even move.
“It’s just a catalyst for pulling out fragments of the past.”
“…the past?”
But the Leo there was obviously older than the current Leo. as if in the future.
“The prophet does not only see the future. A true prophet sees the past before he sees the future.”
The Prophet sighed briefly. It looked like it was breathing, and it also looked like it was exhaling a sigh.
“…Did that really happen?”
“That’s not what I’m asking. Do you have anyone else to ask?”
Arya’s eyes tremble at that moment.
When asked about those memories, what would Leo think of himself?
I was actually afraid to know that.
“Of course, it is also your freedom to pretend not to know. I’m sure I’ll be able to keep up with my normal daily life.”
But that’s obviously deceptive.
“…Why did you show this… to me?”
“There are many reasons. But to give the main reason…”
The Prophet answered briefly.
“I wonder if it would be appropriate to be frustrated. That person is a benefactor to me and is like hope, so it was a little frustrating.”
Arya was angry, but somehow understood.
There was nothing strange about feeling those feelings in those memories.
“…I’m sorry for the young warrior, but this old man doesn’t have much time left.”
The old woman said with slightly sad eyes.
“One piece of advice, don’t be afraid of the dark. We see hope in the light, but the only place we can truly rest is in the shadows in the dark.”
With that advice, Arya’s prophecy ended.
***
[First, take a deep breath…]
＜Shut up.＞
[…okay.]
Leonardo entered the shop with an expression of unprecedented anger. Perhaps his anger was comparable to the passion he felt when he slaughtered the Senators.
[But don’t kill me. It’s your grandmother’s friend.]
＜If you sleep comfortably, you will die, so it doesn’t matter if you let me go to bed early now.＞
There will be no complaints about the prophet dying for his prophecy.
[…are you serious?]
Seriously, there was nothing to do.
Right now, he had no room or room to hide that.
[Ha… Actually, I don’t think this is wrong.]
＜Why? Do I have no right to hide the past?＞
When I think of what I have done to protect this, I couldn’t stand it because of my fever.
[No, but because you have no right to deceive others’ future.]
＜…ha…＞
The wise man’s tone is always frivolous.
But it’s often seriously sharp.
His vision was a deep eye looking into the heart, a clairvoyant beyond prophecy, and an insight penetrating the essence.
That is why I may have believed it, even if it was unpleasant.
＜What would a man who deceived his life say?＞
[Okay. They deceived each other, so they curse each other.]
I can’t even properly express my anger because of that yangban.
Anyway, I didn’t have much time to talk to the sage. The distance to the fortune-teller was not even a few hundred meters.
After walking and walking, Leonardo came to the prophet who spread secrets.
“It’s been a long time. It’s just right…”
Before he could stop talking, Leo stretched out one hand and deployed a magic circle.
“The space was cut off. If you pluck out your nails, rip off all your fingers, no one will hear you scream.”
Despite the threats and intimidation, the Prophet did not blink an eye. like you already knew.
“Thank you for your consideration. It’s a better magic than our fortune teller.”
“You don’t have to think of it as caring. Because I just created an environment where I can kill myself comfortably.”
[What? That naughty-like threat?]
Leo glanced at the wise man at the sound of a new bed.
“it’s okay. It sounds kind of kind to me.”
[The kindness freezes to death…]
The wise man paused for a moment at the prophet’s answer and looked at her.
“…you see the sage?”
“It’s time to die, so there’s nothing strange about seeing ghosts.”
[is it? Well, it might be possible if you have a foresight.]
It was a calm voice, but the sage was actually a little surprised.
Even if you are facing death, even if you have a foresight.
It was because it was impossible for anyone who could see himself unless he had more than a saint.
[Looking at him, he doesn’t seem like a quack.]
“It’s an honorable assessment.”
The Prophet continued to speak honourably to them. As if expressing respect for the being in front of him.
‘…there is no need for chatter.’
Leo made a thin and tough wire out of black stone. This was because swords or blunt weapons that spatter blood were not suitable for assassination.
However, the wire was not enough to threaten, so a sharp and hard black stone was formed to make a skewer.
“Do you know that I have returned to the past?”
“I do not know. I am not sure.”
Leo swung the wire. Although it is thin, the hardness is the same. Then the crystal ball next to it was cut.
“…I don’t feel like joking around.”
“I didn’t even play with words.”
The Prophet did not even move his eyes even though the marble was cut in half. Pain or death were not effective means of intimidation for her.
“I just want to say that I’m not really sure.”
She said while rotating half of the cut crystal ball.
“Do you think you have regressed?”
“…”
You probably don’t know how many times or hundreds of times you doubted this.
All of this might just be an illusion.
He’s just crazy looking for lies.
I doubted it many times.
So, when I first saw the sage, I purposely blew out words that scratched my insides over and over again.
It’s because I’ve pierced hundreds of mind manipulation magic like that.
And I was relieved. Because the wise man is more eccentric than he imagined, and he is a human being that he does not want to understand.
“…it’s all a lie…”
“Or has everything been rewound except you?”
Mouth pauses for a moment.
Even the memorization for intimidation goes down.
“…what do you want to say?”
“There is nothing special. If I had to give you a definitive answer…”
The Prophet said with a smile on his wrinkled lips.
“I just want to let you know that I am very sympathetic to you.”
“Why?”
But, of course, he had no choice but to doubt.
Anyone, not just Leo, would be suspicious.
Favors were useful as a means of fraud that could be overturned at any time.
“Your existence is very hopeful for me.”
“Whoever sees it will know that I am a hero.”
“There is no law, isn’t it? In the past, you…”
Two cards fly. Even when the Tarot cards for fortune-telling flew, the skin on both cheeks was cut and the hair was torn.
“…then you would know what I was thinking about the title.”
“sure. It’s like knowing that the cards I threw are [12 Hanging Men] and [21 Worlds].”
‘Hangdman’, a symbol of sacrifice and blindness,
‘The World’, a symbol of perfection and imperfection,
If you’re aiming for it, sarcastic is also at a high level.
“…don’t turn around. Answer my questions.”
“Do you know why I sold you flour then?”
The old woman obviously turned away. But Leo couldn’t point it out there. Because that, too, was questionable.
“It was grumpy. It was my dissatisfaction with my future, my grumpy about being able to predict others and everyone else.”
“He’s grumpy towards his friend’s grandson, so he must be proud.”
“It’s shameful, but it’s also glorious. I was able to truly admire the future and the past you rewoven.”
Is it about return?
[You mean the Prophet respects the Returner?]
“It gave me hope again. You gave me the belief that the future can change.”
Now things are right, Leo thought.
“Somehow, is it because of the disappearance of the beggar?”
“Thanks. The rest of the years could be spent on something more meaningful.”
I understood quite a bit.
If it was a human who could detect a return, even if it was a human who lived as a vagrant before the return, it would not be strange if he could not fully detect it.
“So, in return, did you tell the girl about someone else’s past… arbitrarily?”
“You’re welcome, if you don’t respect the warrior’s opinion, that’s the right word.”
The Prophet continued to speak as if he knew what he was saying.
“Perhaps most of your acquaintances want to know about your past. Oh, it’s still ‘future’ from your point of view.”
“…if you’re kind to me, you know I should shut up, right?”
“I do not know. Favorable doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going the way you want it to. There are always misunderstandings and mistakes.”
A flame came out of Leo’s hand. It was a high-speed magic expression of less than 1 second.
“Then you know you have to take responsibility.”
“I would like to, but I want to ask before that.”
The Prophet looked at him with sharp eyes. It looked a bit like a sage’s eye.
“For what reason are you hiding ‘yourself’?”
“that…!”
Instantly no words come out.
Reason knew the answer.
Emotions continued to deny, asking why.
Problems and questions continue endlessly like a snake biting its tail.
“…for myself. And also for her.”
“…I’m sorry.”
She closed her eyes slowly. He seemed to organize his words rather than his thoughts.
“If it is for myself, I have no reason or right to object. I have the right to do that.”
Soon the old woman opened her eyes.
“But if you do it for the sake of others, that is undoubtedly hypocrisy.”
Life is cut in Leo’s eyes.
“What do you know? About my work…”
“A hero was definitely not called to battle for you. Were you happy with that?”
I couldn’t answer.
It was refuted, and in fact, it was refuted.
‘Cause I’ve never thought that way
“Sacrifice without seeking the understanding of others is clearly selfishness and hypocrisy. You know that better than anyone.”
“Even if that’s the case…!”
“Even so, do you want to say that this should be hidden?”
The Prophet looked at Leo’s wickedness and hypocrisy. It was a sight as if two contradictory beings were biting each other’s heads.
“Is that really because of ‘sin’? Or is it because of ‘guilt’?”
“…you…!”
Leo stood up at the same remark as a provocation. A life that seemed to truly kill was spurted out.
“I drink the tequila that Anus gave me and I fall asleep with a hangover. Alcohol and old age will completely stop your heart and kill you. If you don’t die then, you can kill me.”
As she said that, she smiled without trembling.
“…what the hell do you want from me?”
In a tone of almost resignation, Leo asked sarcastically.
“I hope you don’t self-deprecate with hypocrisy because of the guilt caused by it. I want to say this as a friend of Anus before being a prophet.”
The way you speak as if you know everything, really…
aan!!
Suddenly there was a loud bang. It was a worrying sound wave considering that there was even weak soundproofing from the outside.
“I can’t sit still for long.”
“…Damn, I already knew that.”
“How you do it is up to you.”
“…Fuck…!”
Leonardo swears and runs out of the shop. Because I couldn’t be reassured about anything at this moment.
“I want you to reach the end. Two-headed Ouroboros.”
***
“Dean hyung!!”
When I went out, I saw Dean and Arya running towards the direction of the binge in front of me and getting smaller.
“Leo!!”
“Why did you let the girl go alone!?”
Anyway, things are complicated and I’m going to die.
“I didn’t like that either! But when I heard that a knight who uses self-immolation with dual swords and a wizard in a suit who wields a needlessly large wand are fighting in the middle of the street… all of a sudden…!”
…It was Leo, who earnestly prayed that those people were not from the Reinhardt family of Darkness and the Temperius family.