The girl and her father were in trouble.
Death came as rare as its heaviness, and even fewer of those that left the body intact. If bitten by an animal or drowned, not even a corpse remains.
Soldiers were the only kind of death that left a corpse, but that also had a problem. After villagers came to visit his father even with minor injuries or ailments, any illness did not cause death.
It was the same even if he accidentally died of a serious illness. Those who followed the Mother Protestantism preferred burial, but the poor, who had no money to bury the body, accepted cremation promoted by the Holy Church. Father bit his lip in front of the burning corpses.
Even so, it is impossible to dissect a corpse that has become white clay, and it is not possible to neglect an examination and allow a person to die. The body could not be retrieved from this area.
In the end, my father became impatient and decided to take the risk.
“Tyr, let’s go a little further today and come back.”
An obsession that had now turned around was dominating him. He didn’t seem to stop until he knew all about humanity.
The girl felt a vague sense of anxiety, but it ended only with worry. Because the girl who surpassed her father was already a good therapist.
“I’ll help too.”
“It has been It is a long and difficult road. ”
“it’s okay. I also like to walk at night. And you know? No matter how much I walk, I am not out of breath.”
“It’s a long way over two heads. Taking you with me is more conspicuous, so let’s keep the house today.”
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My father’s will was stubborn and rational. The girl quickly agreed. However, the dissatisfied expression seemed to have been revealed, and the father, who was carrying the coat, smiled kindly and said:
“Instead, will you put a cloth on Ralion’s hoof? It’s a long way, so I need a mule to pull the darts today… .”
It was a dark night.
He was not supposed to show the villagers that he was leaving, so he left much later in the evening. The girl sat on the biggest rock in town to see off her father, and waited for her father in the same place.
Twinkling stars flowed in the sky. The moon was setting so slow that it made me yawn. Watching the setting moon and the twinkling stars, the girl was immersed in her thoughts.
Dad wasn’t wrong.
A cruel disease, its cruel death. Without it, my mother would have been alive. Then my father would have been happy without being caught in a delusion.
So it’s not the father who is bad. What’s really evil is the cruel disease that made my father like this… .
‘I’m sorry, Tyr.’
A gust of wind woke her up. It seems that I forgot to sleep. It was dawning in the distance, and the birds chirping in the trees.
The girl hurriedly pulled herself up and looked around.
Even though the night is over, the father hasn’t arrived yet? If I had seen her, I would have woken her up.
No, I may have been too tired to have time to look to the side… .
The girl who looked down the street decided to go home. If your father isn’t here yet, it’s time to come back.
By the time I went up the road like that, and arrived at a small hut where my father and I lived alone.
An ominous feeling passed her.
A large horse was tied near the house. It was twice as large as Lallion, and it was a beautiful steed with a nice mane. On the white saddle that looked luxurious just by looking at it, there was a cross, the seal of the church… .
The moment she recognized it, the girl hurriedly ran into the house.
Bad premonitions are not always wrong.
When I opened the door, I could smell the fishy smell of blood. Since the house is not very spacious, the girl could see everything at a glance as soon as she entered.
At home, there are three gangsters in cold steel armor.
And one of them was holding a knife with dripping blood.
Below that, even his father, who fell bleeding and fell.
“father!”
The girl sat down next to her father with a bluish complexion. For a moment, focus returned to his father’s eyes as he was about to die.
The corners of his eyes, which had been clouded with joy for a moment, floated up, and he was filled with astonishment and fear.
“Tir… . escape… .”
“No! father!”
A faint voice that seemed to be cut off at any moment. But the father, just before he died, drew all his strength, and with the foam of blood
“how… all… . fat… go my… Hope… .”
“father!”
it’s a big wound Even if you don’t see a therapist, you’ll know that there’s no hope.
Can you do it? I do not know. I have never used so much power against a living person.
But I had to do it. Otherwise, my father will die. The girl closed her eyes and began to exercise control over the flowing blood.
“My lord. What will this girl do?”
“Leave it back. We are punishers, not murderers. I got everything I needed… .”
The priest who had been muttering so suddenly shut his mouth.
Blood runs along the girl’s finger. The blood that welled up from my father’s chest returned to where I was supposed to be under the girl’s guidance. Blood gushed out in the empty space.
Spilled water cannot be picked up again, but blood could. The girl desperately turned to her father’s blood.
“… god bless you That.”
hook. The priest raised his hand. A heavy silence overcame them.
The priest spoke to the girl with a heavy tone as if the sky were being pressed down.
“Little boy. What is your name?”
The girl came to her senses when she heard the words from behind. Those people, obviously, came to punish my father. I wouldn’t sit still and watch what a girl is doing.
But if you stop here, your father will die. You can’t leave it like that. Still practicing hematology, the girl desperately begged.
“Tee, it’s Tyr. I’m sorry. I won’t do it in the future, so please, save my father… .”
“Tyr, yes. Tyr. That’s a good name. Did your father build it?”
“Yes Yes. Father, you are a good person. You helped a lot. So, from now on, I’ll dry it… .”
It was the plea of a girl who was extremely filial. If there was even a little bit of compassion for the man in front of him, he could have taken a step forward.
But the opponent is a priest. Mercy cannot seep into the armor made with faith and a sense of duty.
“I cannot save your father. but.”
pooh.
Without any warning, the priest’s sword pierced the girl’s chest.
uh, stupid sound. The sensation of cold metal that cuts through the skin, the blade pulsing with the tip of a pounding heart.
At one point, terrible pain followed. Tyr collapsed on the floor, pouring out the blood foam that had risen from the pierced lungs.
the world is blurry Only pain shakes your head. The girl’s consciousness gradually sinks.
By this time, the girl’s memory faded.
The priest’s murmur was heard over the girl’s fallen body.
“Don’t send me to the same place as your father.”
The priest scattered the blades. The traces of the sword were drawn on the wooden floor with bloodstains.
That was the last thing the girl remembered while still alive.
“I will repent. I almost messed up with unnecessary sympathy.”
“Do you cleanse? Shall I bring a torch?”
“not. We must heed the warning. Let’s get the corpse under the building and leave.”
“Yes. Priest.”
“It was dangerous. I mean, there were seeds of demons in a place like this… .”
“Sir, my arm is sore today… . Aww!”
“It’s murder! It’s murder! The teacher is dead! Tirdo!”
“uh? city… sifter?”
“Wait, this is the lady who died last month… .”
“here! Lots of other corpses… !”
“I wonder if all the graves have been dug these days, sir, no, this devil… .”
“Devil… .”
“You have been punished… .”
“It’s ominous. Let no one come… .”
“… .”
“Tttttttt. No matter how much they commit a mortal sin of dishonoring the graves of the dead, isn’t it a pity that their bodies and their sins all came from the earth and cannot return to them? From the standpoint of worshiping Mother Goddess, I can’t leave it to be cursed.”
“Father and daughter are facing each other until they die. They must have been a friendly family to each other. Whoa, let’s hold a funeral after a long time.”
“great. all buried Whoa. It’s hard to use my energy for a long time.”
“Please, may you rest in the arms of Mother Goddess.”
But.
The priest who stabbed the girl’s heart.
Even the villagers who neglected them.
The burial also buried the girl with her father.
I didn’t notice it at all.
The girl who had been stabbed in the heart, despite the wounds, had not yet died.
It was a time of hardship. The girl continued her life desperately in the grave, not knowing why she had to live. Watching her father’s body rot in front of her eyes, the girl could not let go of her life.
Was it because of a word left by his father? Or is it just a primal instinct?
The girl grabbed the blood that was about to flow out of her body, and relentlessly pushed the approaching death away.
‘It’s dark… .’
Of course it has to be dark. He lies in a coffin alongside his father and is buried under the ground. It has been so, and it will always be.
If so, do you need a color? A pigment created to block light?
Not required. Erase all colors
‘Bad… green onion.’
The only thing I can eat is my father in front of me… .
It’s embarrassing. eat? your father’s body? It can’t be. Even so, the hunger that demands savagery and cannibalism is ferocious.
It would be much better not to feel hungry.
‘Neck, horse… la.’
Need some saliva when you’re not hungry? Do you need tears when you have nothing to lose?
All things you don’t need throw it away
‘hurt… .’
Why should I feel pain? As some old philosopher put it, isn’t suffering a proof that you’re alive? Then, the pain is meaningless to a girl who has already lost her life.
The pain that chases and tortures you to the end is wild. should be thrown away
No need for color. erase it
No need for desire cut it
No need for tears empty it
no need for pain scrape it off
In that way, the girl endured years of hardship lying side by side with the blood she had and the traces of life flowing from her father’s body.
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Meanwhile, hematology reached its peak day by day.
All activities for survival ceased, and only blood moved to build up the body. The girl who once ran the family like a scoundrel became a bloodless and tearless collector of her body.
In that way, the girl who threw away everything she didn’t need and slowly came to dominate the veins of her fingertips and toes.
Gradually expanding her range, she obtained all the blood that had been splattered on the ground.
At some point, the coffin lid was opened and it came out into the world.
“iced coffee.”
A dry murmur flowed. I thought I had forgotten the words because I hadn’t used them for a long time, but even though I threw away everything else, it seems that the language was still there.
It was dark everywhere, but darkness was familiar to the girl’s eyes. It was the result of living in the dark every day.
When the girl woke up, a lot had changed.
village too.
world too.
people too.
The only thing that hasn’t changed is the girl… .
No, it’s probably the biggest change.
A lot of things were thrown away, but there was still something left. Refined rage that burns coldly. It was a feeling she could not forget for eternity thanks to the corpse of her father left in front of the girl.
The girl moved her blood to make her walk. It was an awkward step, like a puppet being manipulated, but I got used to it in a relatively short time.
As she walked on a path that had no destination but only a purpose, the girl reflected on her karma.
To the angels of the heavens, what she had lost was to be taken away.
– Such a story.
The girl gathered what she had thrown away and forged it. The memory of suffering that was so old and so painful that I had to forget it. The time spent facing his father’s body and removing the body one by one was collected and put on a single card.
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Magic is the manifestation of one’s world. The girl made a keepsake, remembering herself, who disappeared 1200 years ago.
The red heart drawn on the white card shone with blood.
The girl thrust a red card into the girl’s chest. It hurts so much, and it’s kind.
He smiled faintly and disappeared.
😶…….
………
Damn