672 – 8. Last Words (46)
The flow of time stops before even a single blow is struck.
The feeling of tearing through the heavy resistance of air presses on the nerve endings, and the magical energy that has been shrinking for so long smells the longing scent of fabric and squirms. It was a warrior’s instinct.
I was patient for too long. It was said to be to preserve the body’s integrity, but it was meaningless after the steam rising from the heart heated the brain.
Because there was no reason left to make such calculations.
The fist hits Dalton in the face, crushing his face around the man’s nose. Before the blood even splattered, his body was flying in the sky.
A clean, straight hit.
It was not powerful enough for Dalton, who was only a monk, to withstand it. Perhaps, with this blow, the intended goal of ‘suppressing Dalton’ could have been achieved.
But this was still not enough.
My body flew like a wild animal chasing its prey. Even before Dalton’s body hit the ground, I was already putting my weight on top of him.
Boom!
It was the sound of a strong adult male hitting the floor. Dalton, who could not overcome the shock, let out a ‘scream’ from his mouth, but my fist showed no mercy.
Blood, flesh, and something else.
While slamming his fist three times, a few drops of the unpleasant mixture burst out. When I finally regained at least some sense and grabbed Dalton’s collar, his face was already covered in blood.
“What did you do?”
The answer to the question that omitted several sentence elements was simple.
Gagging, gasping, coughing.
Dalton lets out a blood boiling sound, then his lips twitch and spit out blood like a seizure. Since my face had collapsed, it was a natural reaction.
I wanted to punch the unlucky face a few more times, but I held back. That would only delay the response, and violence could have been used at any time.
I just grabbed his collar and shook it with anger burning like a residual fire.
“Say it! “What did you do to Senior Shiene, you scum!”
“Sseu, sseuhi? hehehe, hehehe!”
Perhaps due to problems with his jaw and teeth, Dalton’s pronunciation was not perfect. Despite being assaulted out of the blue, his attitude seemed surprisingly calm. Is it really because he is a human being who cannot feel any emotions?
Or, he could have deliberately induced my actions. It was a stupid decision, but
Even his broken body was enough to make him regret it. Whether he knew this or not, Dalton moved his lips, which were trembling with pain.
“Tserehi, Tserehi…” “Is this my nephew?”
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‘Isn’t trash my ugly nephew?’
The pronunciation was leaking, but judging by the shape of his lips, it seemed like he wanted to say that. Instead of answering, I slammed my fist in once more.
“Wow!”
A gasping sound that cannot even be screamed.
If I had left him as is, he might have turned over a few times, but as long as my body was holding him down, Dalton’s freedom was limited. Instead, I made a sound like I was grinding my teeth.
“Be careful what you say. No matter what I did to put my nephew like that…….”
“Bahin!”
‘Betrayal.’
My raised fist flinched for the first time. Even though he was distracted, Dalton must have been watching my reaction, and then a sigh of relief came out of Dalton’s mouth.
Soon, a more stable pronunciation occurs between the lips.
“I only provided education according to the family’s internal regulations. You have no right to say anything… Turn it off?!”
Of course, those words never ended.
Blood and flesh mixed together and splattered in the air with a loud bang. This was the result of my fist punishing the man’s mouth once again.
Perhaps because the blow was stronger than before, Dalton was unable to come to his senses easily. If his arms hadn’t been pinned down by my knees, he would have covered his face with his hands.
The only reaction he could show right now was shaking his legs. Actually, this was out of consideration on my part, because if I tried to cover my face carelessly, the results would be obvious.
Your hands will be crushed along with your face. I wasn’t crazy enough to enjoy the feeling of a mixture of flesh, bone, and blood splashing on my face. This was enough to awaken my dormant fighting instincts.
A fierce voice comes out, suppressing a moan.
“I asked Shiene-senior what he did.”
A ridiculously shameless question.
Nevertheless, there was not the slightest wavering in my tone. Now it was too late to judge right and wrong, and I had no intention of exposing the whole plan like I was going numb.
It was better to just ignore it. Above all, I had the means to do so.
Quap, quack, quack!
Every time Dalton touches his lips, his fist slams down. There was nothing Dalton could do to resist amidst the downpour of violence. The assault did not stop until the thought that he might die like this suddenly crossed my mind.
Should I quit soon?
These doubts soon disappeared. The moment I raised my fist like that again.
“Mental torture!”
It was a scream that was spit out along with a handful of blood.
Only then did my fist stop working. Instead, he gave her a cold look, and Dalton spat out his blood and began to explain things point by point.
“With the scars sealed away… Whoosh, whoosh! If you leave her alone, your love will slowly disintegrate. “Have you ever experienced a happy new year without feeling guilty?”
‘If all senses are sealed and left as is, the human spirit will slowly begin to collapse. Have you ever thought of a world without the five senses?
It seemed like that was probably the question.
The answer was replaced with a punch to the face. Fortunately, he was responding well, so the slap on the cheek made it easy for him to spit out the blood and tooth fragments that had accumulated in his mouth.
I decided to carry out the request since I was being gracious.
“Release it immediately.”
Huh, huh.
With half-open pupils, Dalton pointed to his chest. I rummaged through it and found a scroll that I had never seen before. Does this mean that if I rip this tooth, Senior Siene will be liberated?
I thought about the possibility that it might be a trap. However, the probability of that happening did not seem to be high.
If you play around, you might actually die.
It was a new common sense that had been drilled into Dalton’s body so far. He was smart, so he wouldn’t necessarily make stupid choices.
When I grabbed the scroll and stood up, Dalton was finally able to regain his freedom. Still, he didn’t even have the strength left to struggle, so he just fell limp and made the sound of boiling blood.
Whether that was the case or not, I wasn’t particularly interested.
My eyes glanced at Dalton and then turned to senior Siene. She walked up to her, her eyes still blank, and tore open her scroll, causing her woman’s eyes to slip shut.
Soon, the woman’s body collapses.
Senior Siene, who lost her arms and legs one by one, was as light as a bale of dry straw. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t eaten in a while. I picked her up and lifted her up.
I had no idea where to go. I just decided that anywhere would be better for senior Siene than here.
As I was walking, I heard a small voice behind me.
“Book, Im… ….”
It was a weak tone, but the pronunciation was relatively clear. When my eyes turned to the epicenter, there was a silver pupil that was difficult to distinguish from the white of the eye.
Was it out of focus and what was it like?
Even if I only kept a little distance, it was confusing. Still, one thing was clear.
“Responsibility, can’t be taken… Yes, turn it off… “Did you?”
The fact is that he provoked me to do this.
Although he was devastated by violence that exceeded expectations, Dalton was a capable merchant. If I could achieve my goal by sacrificing my body, I would do so.
Therefore, there was only one answer I could give.
hehehe, he took a deep breath and carefully placed Senior Shiene on the floor. And just as she was about to bend her knees again.
My hands ran across my waist like a ghost. A quick throw whose process is invisible to the eye.
Only a trail of silver light appeared as a result.
“Off, ahhhhh…… !”
Blood poured out like a well from Dalton’s thigh where the hatchet was stuck. Dalton didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore, and all he could do was a short scream.
When I raise my hand, the hatchet is sucked into my grasp. The officer who returned like that went back to his waist, and I held Senior Siene in my arms in the same kneeling position.
“You are now taking responsibility.”
And check out.
I walked and walked until I reached the front of my room assigned to the temple. That was my last memory.
I started crying.
A bowlful of dead blood was gulp out from the mangled body. As if that wasn’t enough, my vision had already blurred for a long time.
I only used that much strength.
My body, which had somehow let go of Senior Siene, fell to its knees in a miserable way.
Amjeon.
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An unfamiliar memory begins like a dream.