247 – The end of a bad relationship (2)
Cudalin.
She had a dream.
This happened when I fainted from shock when I realized that Ceylon was a great person.
-What is this… ?
A girl was kneeling on the floor, hugging her dead body and crying.
Kudalin said she thought it was the family of someone she killed.
A time when she was still inexperienced as an assassin.
So, it was a time when she still had a human heart.
The day after her murder, she would have nightmares like this out of guilt.
-Well, what are you going to do with me?
But for the current Cudalin, it was a dream that could only evoke that level of emotion and could not even be considered a nightmare.
This is true for Kudalin, who was reborn as an assassin thanks to the brainwashing called education given by her left arm.
She was just curious.
-Why am I having this dream all of a sudden?
Because of her guilt over the murder, she has gone too far to have nightmares and wonders why she is suddenly having this dream.
Ceylon.
Has being defeated and subordinated to that guy affected her psyche?
Anyway-
Kudalin approached the girl’s side with light steps, as if watching her procession of ants.
Then she looked down at the figure she was holding.
-Did I even kill something like this?
Sword.
Magic.
Money.
Power.
She was an ordinary middle-aged woman who seemed to have lived a life far from power.
She was probably born in an insignificant small town and lived her whole life doing pastimes like field work.
Cudalin was not the type of person preferred to be killed.
She trampled on the strong and powerful who believed they were special and enjoyed watching them struggle in frustration.
Sometimes, there were people who killed under the instructions of her left arm, but they were also people who were included in the powerful or powerful.
There is no way I would give an order to deal with minnows to someone whose left arm is about the size of Cudalin.
Why did I kill this thing?
Why did I kill this thing?
Kudalin frowned and thought deeply.
-Well, it’s all good.
Of course, that interest did not last long.
To her, who had the power to threaten even her Great Council, a citizen like that was literally nothing more than dust.
But why?
-…
Cudalin could not bear to lose interest in the woman.
Eventually, she even felt some kind of emotion from her.
What is this?
Discomfort?
It was strangely different.
What’s even more uncomfortable and lonely than that is-
It was the first time Kudalin had ever felt this kind of emotion in her life.
-It’s annoying…
The area around the solar plexus is throbbing.
Breathing becomes difficult.
I don’t know what it is.
I don’t know what it was, but one thing was certain: it was unpleasant.
Kudalin pulled out her sword to shake off her feelings.
She planned to cut the woman who was the source of her emotions and the girl who was presumed to be his daughter into unrecognizable bodies.
The moment I lifted the sword like that.
-Huh…?
Kudalin stroked her own cheek.
The water droplets that had just flowed down her cheeks landed on her fingers.
Kudalin belatedly realized that it was her tears flowing from her own eyes.
The throbbing near the solar plexus became more severe.
Breathing also became more difficult.
-hehehe… hehehe…!
She was sobbing, similar to a girl embracing a woman.
Tears poured out of her eyes as if her cornea had collapsed.
I couldn’t understand the English text.
Why am I like this?
Ceylon.
What did he do to me again?
-Cudalin.
At that time, a familiar voice was heard.
When I looked towards the place where the voice came from, there was a left arm standing there.
-See… See…
The inexplicable yet ominous atmosphere and presence of the left arm.
Even the current Cudalin was sometimes overwhelmed.
The girl glared at that left arm with her evil eyes.
-Cudalin.
The left arm said that to the girl.
-Give me back my mother… This mean person…
-Cudalin.
-I am not Cudalin…!
-No.
Her left arm reached towards the girl.
-Don’t come!!! Get away from my mom!!!
Strongly, the girl hugged the woman who had already become a cold corpse even more tightly, as if protecting her.
Her left arm reached out to her girl regardless and held out her palm towards her.
-Now you are Cudalin.
-Don’t come, don’t come!!! Get away from me and my mom!!! What on earth are you saying that her mom and I did wrong…!!!
It was amazing that I could hold on this far with my left arm in front of me.
The girl’s sturdy appearance collapsed.
The girl began to cry with a frail face befitting someone her age.
-Mom, Mom…!!! Wake up!!! I’m scared, Mom…!!!
The girl escaped her left arm and ran into her mother’s arms.
She buried her face in the woman’s arms and began to sob, as if her mother would chase away the bad man.
But the mother, who was already cold, made no response, and the palm of her left arm moved even closer.
-hehehe…!
The girl’s body was shocked and trembled.
The palm of her left arm covered the girl’s small head.
I thought the girl was starting to get scared like that…
-…
The girl lifted her head from where it had been buried in her mother’s arms.
Her face was hazy, as if she had just woken up.
-This is…
-Cudalin.
Her left arm called her girl that.
-Cudalin?
-It’s your name.
-I… Cudalin…?
The girl tilted her head.
Then, suddenly, looking down at the woman in her arms, she spoke.
-Who is this person?
-It’s nothing.
-It’s nothing?
Her left arm extended her hand to the girl.
-Come here, Cudalin.
-…
The girl looked alternately at her left arm and at the woman.
-No!!! Don’t go!!!
Cudalin, who was looking at the scene as if fascinated, shouted at the girl.
But it is a voice that cannot be heard.
The girl puts the woman down on the ground.
Carefully. Very carefully.
Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman, as if he was feeling disappointed.
The girl stroked the woman’s face.
-Ajumma…? I’ll go…
Soon the girl completely broke away from the woman and grabbed her hand on her left arm.
With that, her left arm’s work was over.
Her left arm takes her girl and leaves her place without any regrets.
-…
The girl continued to look behind her as she followed her left arm, looking at the woman lying forlornly on the floor.
Until the woman is no longer visible.
In a moment.
Only Cudalin and the woman remained in the shabby, narrow room.
-No… No…
At some point, Cudalin was sobbing ceaselessly.
Like the girl before she became Cudalin.
Cudalin knelt in front of the woman.
And then he hugged her carefully, very carefully.
-Uh, Mom…?
Cudalin had no parents.
The only connection she had was with her mentor, her left arm.
Left Arm was abandoned at her birth and left at her orphanage, where he was given the name Kudalin.
That was her own past that her Kudalin knew.
But Cudalin realized now.
That it was all a lie.
Current Kudalin was under the control of Ceylon.
The power of Ceylon, which controlled her Kudalin, gradually pushed away the power of her left arm, which had previously controlled her.
The power of her left arm, which used to control Kudalin, has completely disappeared.
Just like that, the memories of her past that had been erased by the power of her left arm are revived.
What Cudalin was seeing now was that memory.
Cudalin looked at the woman in his arms.
-Mom…
The woman was the girl’s mother.
She was Cudalin’s mother.
Her left arm did not hold her orphan, Kudalin.
He killed her mother and took Kudalin from her.
-Mom…
Kudalin lifted her mother’s hand and cupped her own cheek.
As if quenching her thirst, she brings back memories of her mother that she had forgotten until now.
She was a good person.
She was a good mother.
Kudalin had never once felt the absence of her father, who seemed to have taken her for granted.
Every day she spent with her was peaceful and happy.
Kudalin remembered a conversation she once had with her mother.
-Mom why doesn’t she have dad?
-Dad? Oh, you mean my husband?
-Husband? Huh! That’s right! That! It’s strange~ Why can’t someone as pretty as my mom get married? In the village, all the women who were much uglier than her mother had husbands.
-hehehe, if you say things like that, you can’t use it.
-Aren’t you lonely, Mom? Because she doesn’t have a husband?
-Mom, you have our Marie, right?
-Really? Then I will stay by your side for the rest of my life! She doesn’t want mom to be lonely!
-hehehe. Okay? So will Marie take this mother to her sea someday?
-Yes! Okay! I made a lot of money! I’ll build you a big house on the beach! That’s mom’s!
-Really? Is it a promise?
-Yes, promise!
Kudalin looked at her mother’s hand, which had been stroking her cheek.
Her hands were very rough, unlike her pretty face.
It was a sign of her efforts to raise her daughter without any problems.
-Mom…Mom…
Cudalin-
No, Marie became the girl who just left.
-I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
She hugged her mother and couldn’t stop crying for a while like an immature child.
***
No matter how much Marie cried, the dream did not end.
Marie felt grateful for that.
We were able to properly dispose of her mother’s body.
-…
A hastily but carefully constructed tomb.
Marie carefully stroked the grave.
Then she suddenly burst into tears and was overcome with emotion.
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The families of the people he killed must have felt the same way as he did right now, right?
I couldn’t forgive.
Yourself.
And the left arm.
Marie quickly withdrew her hand from stroking the grave.
I couldn’t touch my mother with my dirty hands.
At that moment, Marie woke up from her dream.
She moved on with her steps without being embarrassed.
***
So now.
Her left and right arms were engaged in a final battle, and Marie was watching the scene with Fria from a step away.
Marie felt tight in her chest.
‘Why?’
Mari was ruled by Ceylon.
The identity of her right arm, which was now facing her left arm, was Ceylon.
‘Why do you do whatever he wants?’
Adonis – A rematch with the right arm was the left arm’s long-cherished wish.
The left arm competes with the right arm in the form it wants?
The left arm will be satisfied regardless of the outcome of the game.
You will be saved.
She could tell just by looking at the one-armed figure that was now wielding a sword with its right arm.
“Adonis! Did you not escape the passage of time!? Or did that arrogance consume you!? Even though so many years have passed, your sword has not become sharper, but rather dulled!!! Relying on strength “It’s a sword!!!”
It was the first time Marie had seen her left arm show such emotion.
Even the emotions were excitement, joy, and satisfaction.
“No…”
Marie shook her head.
That guy shouldn’t be that happy.
That guy must meet a completely unhappy and miserable end.
Marie placed her hand on the grip of her sword at her waist.
We must interfere with this match.
What if you stab him in the back at a critical moment?
Yes, that’s it.
It was then that Marie immediately tried to put her thoughts into her actions.
“!?”
Someone grabbed her hand.
Black Root Cult Leader-
No, it was Saint Pria.
Compassion. And empathy.
Fria looked at Marie with her face that said she understood everything.
Still, she shook her head.
Fria also didn’t like the way he adjusted her left arm the way she wanted it to.
But-
“You know, we don’t have the qualifications. We have to respect that person’s will.”
“…”
Mari’s hand holding the sword trembled.
Soon, she took her hand away from her sword.
Marie thought to herself as she watched the match between her left and right arms with a miserable feeling in her eyes.
At the very least, may her left arm be defeated in the most miserable way.
Even the appearance of being satisfied with defeat is seen as an unpleasant escape from reality.
The two swords clash and sparks fly.
It was rather trivial to be a contest between two beings who had reached absolute heights, beyond the level of divine realm that Mari was treading on.
Nevertheless, Marie almost burst into laughter without even realizing it.
What was unfolding there was clearly the ultimate assassination technique.
The ultimate level of assassination skills performed by two masters who are masters of the art of assassination using only their swords.
“hahahaha!!!”
The left arm couldn’t help but laugh as she mixed the swords.
A lively smile spread across his wrinkled face.
Yes.
This is it.
I wanted to share this kind of competition with Adonis.
I didn’t understand.
Why did my past self give up on this and take a different path?
“…!”
The answer to that question came quickly.
An unexpected blow from the right arm disrupts the blade of the left arm.
His feet repeatedly took a step back as much as he went forward, and went forward as much as he stepped back –
They began to unilaterally retreat.
The lively smile on the left arm was distorted.
It couldn’t be like this.
How much I have sharpened my sword just for this moment…!
‘All that effort and expectation being betrayed…!?’
Until the duel began, I thought that if my left arm could fight with my right arm again, it would be okay even if I lost.
However, when the reality of defeat came before his eyes, his mind began to change.
What he truly wanted was ‘true victory’, not ‘true victory’.
After achieving victory in an unfair way, the ugly desire to covet even that honor.
That was the true emotion of the left arm.
Left Arm was that kind of person.
That is why he was able to hear the voice of the great man and listened to it.
The sword on the right arm draws a line once again.
The crossroads that will determine the outcome of the game unfolds before your eyes.
The left arm had chosen an unclean path at that crossroads before, and regretted it bitterly.
If he could go back then, he would never choose that path.
“…”
The oath was very simply reversed.
His left arm suddenly released its strength and tried to stab the gap in his right arm.
“…!”
However, the right arm seemed to have anticipated all of that.
The power was released one beat faster than the left arm.
As a result, no surprises occurred this time.
With his left arm, he could not reverse the future in which he was defeated.
“How…!”
The left arm screamed out evil.
At this moment.
The emotion he was feeling was resentment.
Why?
No matter how much he expected my actions, how could he have more power than me, who was chosen by the Great One?
But that is only for a moment.
The left arm calms the mood.
As if humbly accepting the result of the game.
As if he was satisfied with the rematch against his old enemy that he desperately wanted.
“Kill him.”
The left arm muttered solemnly, drunk with itself.
“Now what was wrong has been corrected. I should have met my end like this back then.”
And then, he was willing to accept the best outcome he could choose.
“Push…!”
At that time, a frivolous laugh came out from inside the mask on his right arm.
“…?”
The expression on the left arm was distorted.
That was just the beginning.
“Why are you talking so proudly after breaking your promise in an indecent manner and planning a surprise attack?”
“…What?”
The left arm couldn’t believe its ears.
If you go now, a voice will come out from a gap.
It did not belong to Adonis.
Before Adonis could question his identity, the right hand took off his mask and revealed his true appearance.
Heesilheesil.
There was a man there with a light, no-nonsense look, as if he would be blown away by the wind.
“You…!”
I remember.
Harashin’s direct master, smiling face.
Laughing Arms – Adonis’ disciples.
Descendants of Adonis!
“How could you-…!”
The one I’ve been using the sword for up until now wasn’t Adonis, but a lowly guy like that?
I’m going to meet my end by a lowly guy like that!?
“It can’t be like this..!”
The left arm belatedly tried to struggle.
However, this time too, Ceylon’s power came into play one beat faster.
“…!”
My left arm became stiff.
He, who had endured countless lives with the power of negativity that he gained unfairly, lost his physical freedom to the power of negativity.
Seylon put his left arm behind him and looked at Cudalin and Fria who were standing behind him.
“…!”
“…!”
The two people were surprised but came straight towards them.
Ceylon handed the sword he was holding to Fria, and the sword Kudalin was holding to Mari.
After obediently receiving the sword from Silon, the two men held it and looked down at his left arm.
Seeing him embarrassed, Ceylon opened his mouth.
What should I say?
What words should we describe the end of this villain who ruined the lives of countless people with his private and ugly desires?
He needed to feel as much shame and futility as possible.
A way to bring out both of those emotions.
It was just teasing.
Ceylon happened to be an expert in this field.
Ceylon said to his left arm.
“I owe it to my student.”
Pisik.
Get as bad as possible.
“What-!”
The left arm could not continue speaking.
This was because Cudalin’s and Fria’s swords pierced his heart at the same time.
It was the moment that put an end to a complicated and bittersweet relationship.