58 – One Step To Hell
Time repeats itself once more. The world outside the tower to face again.
Originally, I would have treated people appropriately and returned to the academy quickly.
She must have been raising the corner of her mouth while waiting for Rion, who had gone to rest for a while.
“Instructor Leone took a leave of absence and went outside the academy for a while.”
“Why? Hmm… I heard she does it for something to wish her family well.”
If it was the usual Enlil, I would have just sighed and said, “Ah!”
It must have been heartbreaking that he also had a tragedy for his family.
He may have left the words of condolences to Leone who came back after finishing the work.
“You always go on vacation at this time?”
“Yes. Enlil, she was a bit fortunate to use her vacation only when she went into the tower after taking care of you, but… Why are you like that all of a sudden?”
But she couldn’t do it this time. I couldn’t.
Instructor Edmund’s always confirmed that Leon had disappeared at this time.
The strange sensation she felt inside the tower, and the scars on her chest.
Everything gets entangled and becomes a swell, then it gradually becomes a huge wave.
It’s strange. Even when she tries to think it’s not weird, she can’t get it off her mind.
She took a vacation every time she went to the tower and disappeared.
A person who eventually became close despite trying not to get close to each other.
The owner of the tower was strangely quiet and behaved strangely these days.
A being who knows a path that should never be known, and suffers wounds that should not be suffered.
‘… No. No. Does not make sense. It’s crazy? Are you doubting him now?’
Enlil strongly shook her head. Yeah, actually it all made no sense.
I have already heard that he had a tragic past.
There may be many tragedies for a person, but among them are family problems.
There is a possibility that the timing of praying for the rest of the family coincided coincidentally.
A wound on the tower’s owner’s chest. It’s only for a moment, and I’ve only seen part of it.
It may not be a wound. The possibility that it was the scar left by Seria cannot be ruled out.
Maybe you got lucky today and read your movements.
Above all, the atmosphere and energy that Lion and the owner of the tower give off are completely different.
It cannot be the same person. If so, why had he never noticed?
He is himself who has constantly challenged himself with the top. He was the one who bumped into the owner of the tower many times.
I can’t help but know. Even if it was a fleeting moment, he would have sensed it.
I was shaking my head several times and trying to shake off the doubts in my heart.
A group of people approached and informed them that the saintess was alive.
‘Saint Ceria.’
When the thought reached that point, Enlil immediately stood up.
She should know the answer to her. I’ll clear this ridiculous doubt.
It is clear that the wound on the tower’s owner’s chest was accidentally created by her.
By chance, by chance, it just happened that the anglerfish fit so tightly.
I didn’t even know that, and my stupid self doubted someone I shouldn’t have dared to doubt!
“Saint!”
Despite her Seria’s words that her condition was not normal, Enlil approached her side.
Seria, who was being treated by him, greeted her hero after briefly biting her surroundings.
“Sister Enlil. Suffering again….”
“I have a question for you. I must, I must listen to the answer.”
A little. No, very sudden Enlil’s requirements.
I’ve never been like this before. For Enlil knows full well that he must rest upon returning from the Tower.
It can be said that he is a senior in such a thing, so he is not a person who would do such a thing thoughtlessly.
However, that Enlil came to visit and demanded an answer right away.
“….”
Seria, who stared at Enlil for a moment, glanced around.
She said the people she had bitten hadn’t come around yet.
“It seems that no one else is listening to our story.”
Seira seemed to instinctively realize that it was something quite serious.
She has recovered to some extent and heals her wounds with her divine power.
“Maybe. In the previous tower row, did you ever land a valid hit on the owner of the tower?”
“Is it valid? Uhh… As far as I remember….”
Do you have any? Like Enlil that she has hurt many times, has she ever been like that herself?
No matter how much she thinks about it, she has no such memories. It’s embarrassing, but I have no choice but to tell the truth.
“Hmmm. It seems like never….”
“This is nonsense. No, you can’t.”
“Yes? Oh, what the heck?! So, sister? Sick!”
Enlil came close to her and grabbed Seria’s shoulder with a very strong hand.
She squeezes so hard that you can feel the pain from the wound on her arm.
“Isn’t it? No. The saintess must have hit the owner of the tower with an effective blow. He must have put that on her chest as well.”
“Me? No way I never really did. Rather, it was all about being pushed back and pushed back and then defeated! So put this down and tell me!”
“No. It’s just that the saintess doesn’t remember. Yes that’s right. It will. It has to be. Only then….”
After saying
, Enlil sighed and said, “Ah.”
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like Seria is lying.
Actually, it will. There is no reason for the saintess to put her lies in her mouth.
She wouldn’t say that she didn’t inflict the wounds that would benefit her.
“….”
Enlil staggering back. And Seria looking at such Enlil.
I can’t even answer the question of what’s going on.
It seems that something large has clamped in her throat.
It seems like it’s hard to even breathe, let alone talk. I keep getting short of breath.
‘No. No. I can’t.’
Enlil gritted his teeth, jumped up from his seat and headed for the instructor’s office.
The place where Leone stayed, where his traces remain.
“Maw! Crane!”
My breath was up to the bottom of my chin. I feel like my lungs are about to tear from how far I’ve run.
But Enlil did not rest. No, he couldn’t rest.
Because if I didn’t check right away, it felt like my heart would be torn apart, not my lungs.
Enlil reached Leon’s room, took a breath, and went inside.
Kikik―
A place where there is nothing special about it, it is an ordinary room for one person.
After looking around for a while, my eyes shift to the several sheets of paper placed in front of my desk.
“….”
From noble mtl dot com
There were a lot of letters that seemed to have been written by Leone.
How to make Enlil’s mana practice stronger in the future.
How can I help you win against the owner of the tower?
Will she be able to destroy the tower and return to her side?
As the owner of the tower playing with the hero, I did not write an observation diary.
Only the hopes of a man who wants to live with his lover were written on it.
“Enlil?”
A familiar voice comes from right behind you.
Then Enlil slowly turned her body to look at the source.
“What is it? What are you doing in my room right now?”
Rion, tilting her head, caught my eye.
A look of ignorance, a gesture of wondering why that person is here.
It would be nice if that was sincere, but isn’t acting really hateful?
Trumbling—
After staring at him for a moment, Enlil walked straight forward as if he had nothing to worry about.
And why are you doing this all of a sudden? I snatched up the top of Leon who expressed his doubts.
“Uh, hey. Hey!”
Rion didn’t even give him a chance to restrain himself and opened his jacket.
The scars left by my mistakes, the scars that I will have to bear forever sorry for.
But will it become a ruthless yet terrifying blade that approaches the truth?
Will it be a dirty reason to doubt it even though you think it’s not?
“… Ah.”
A single sigh escaped Enlil’s lips.
No. It’s never the wounds I saw then.
It’s different. The shape is different from the one on the chest of the owner of the tower.
A little thicker and clearer, above all, that wound where you can feel a little bit of your own mana.
It is not such a foolish thing to simply project one’s wishes as they are.
It wasn’t everything. All of your thoughts, worries, and fears.
“What are you doing as soon as you get back, all of a sudden?”
Rion, who hurriedly pushed Enlil away, clicked his tongue as he fastened the buttons on his jacket.
“How many times do you say it’s okay? There’s nothing wrong with it, just a few scars. If you keep doing this, you’ll get angry, Enlil. Last say. It’s okay, even if I don’t check further….”
His words didn’t follow through. The reason was that Enlil jumped into his arms at once and hugged him tightly.
“… Enlil.”
“I’m glad.”
Yes. Thank god. Because it’s an illusion Because it’s all an illusion created by my doubts.
So I’m glad. No, you should be happy. Because that’s why I’m wrong.
Because I will never have the confidence to accept that my light, the shelter I have finally found, is in fact intended and false.
*
I took a step. One step, to hell.
That terrible place where you don’t know whose hell it is.
Yes. To the damn destination of truth.