Mission No.5 A world only for you (10)
The floor of the dungeon was colder than expected.
In the dark space where not a single light could be found, Ewald’s mouth went dry.
It is a luxury to cast magic on a yard where his whole body is in tatters.
Perhaps he was injured when he fell to the floor of the dungeon, Ebalt fumbled his ankle with his hand and gritted his teeth.
Ewald’s hand trembled in tremendous pain.
But more than the pain, the faces of his comrades still lingering in his retinas appeared in his mind and sent chills down Ebalt’s spine.
Kasper and Lucas shoved their breasts and pushed them down the dungeon.
And Frederike, who had fallen on the dungeon floor and was glancing down at himself, who had broken his ankle with the sound of wood breaking.
Lastly, Lasser urged his comrades to leave.
Betrayal?
No.
It was disposed of
Ewald bent over him, suppressing his trembling body.
He could feel the ligaments on his fingertips. A pain so strong that he forgot all the pain in his body that had been ruined by the battle with Beelze Deus wrapped around his ankle.
Fortunately, no bones were exposed.
Cold sweat flowed nonstop from his back. The chill of the season at the end of autumn chewed Ewald to the point of mortification.
It was then.
“I wouldn’t even throw away my dog like this, but so many people do it.”
“… Shut up.”
There was no strength in Ewald’s voice. Balt was completely exhausted from being surprised by the fact that his voice came out.
However, Ewald was not angry at Beelzedeus’s whisper. Rather, a maddening fear was gnawing at Ewald from the bottom up.
A dungeon where nothing can be seen, a messed up body, and Beelzedeus who seems to be sympathetic to this situation.
Ewald couldn’t do anything.
He had no choice but to endure his pain in this darkness.
Both the physical pain and the mental pain from Beelzedeus’ scratching.
But he was horrified by Ewald that no one could help him. No, he won’t help.
Because his own associates have disposed of themselves and gone.
And there is no one here
Only Beelzedeus, who was being sealed by himself and laughing at him, was the only one.
Besides, Beelze Deus probably wants him to die.
Ewald thought of a bird trapped in a cage and starving to death.
The sight of a swarm of flies trying to hatch eggs hovering around the bird came to mind one after another, hoping only for the bird to die.
No, Belzedeus showed the scene to Ewald.
But Ewald squeezed his strength through his sunken eyes and growled.
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“… How did I seal you, so you can die easily?”
“Well, I don’t know what people do.”
A smirk followed for a while.
That smile kicked Ewald into the abyss, but Ewald didn’t react at all, just hunched over.
I didn’t know that completely disappearing sight would be this level of horror.
An indistinguishable liquid dripped from his sweaty hair.
Every time the liquid touched his body, he felt a sharp chill wherever it touched.
Even that was terrifying to Ewald.
“You have to be strong, Ewald.”
“… Noisy.”
It was strange.
It was frightening and terrifying enough to make my whole body tremble, but strangely, I didn’t feel any emotion at Beelzedeus’ story.
Could it be that you can no longer be afraid because of your already extreme fear?
How much time has passed Belzedeus whispered to Ewald, who was trembling like an aspen tree.
“Shall we talk about something scary?”
“… It sucks.”
“Aren’t you bored? I don’t know how much longer I can talk to you, so why don’t we get to know each other?”
“hahahaha, star.”
Ewald let out a short laugh and grinned.
“You should be friends with the person you want to be friends with.”
“Or are you going to be alone here for the rest of your life?”
Ewald’s body stiffened.
You have to spend your whole life in this darkness where no one is there.
That is the situation Ewald is now in.
Even though he’s with a f*cking bastard named Belzedeus, he can’t even hear Belzedeus himself.
If you have to spend your whole life in this space, in a place where you can’t even tell if it’s a space…
I got goosebumps.
However, Ewald’s thoughts soon began to cool down.
Fear is fear,
And reality is reality.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Belzedeus. Wasn’t it you who told me not to be afraid of things in the future that haven’t even come yet?”
“Aha, did I say that?”
“Did you have dementia?”
Ewald’s mouth opened, full of thick ridicule.
“You did. The future is said to be fearful and anticipatory.”
“… This.”
Ewald, for some reason, began to feel at ease.
It was.
Beelzedeus obviously said that to himself.
But Beelzedeus kept his mouth shut from the moment Ebalt came up with such an idea.
Ewald didn’t even think it was strange.
But he felt a strange sense of relief in the fact that no one was touching him.
But,
“So, that…”
That is…
“… That is.”
Ewald’s closed eyes flashed open.
“You said just before I woke up…”
Decades later, when Lucas found Ewald, the red eyes that radiated covered Ewald’s pupils.
“That’s right.”
Decades later and six months ago.
The moment the future became the past, Ewald’s mouth twisted.
“Kswice.”
The pain that covered Ewald’s body disappeared.
The fear that had been suppressing his heart was gone. A sense of liberation as if floating in the air enveloped Balt as if to fill his void.
The sound of something breaking came from the front.
Ewald found pure white cracks in the dark space.
Only then did everything about Ewald become clear.
And the space broke out.
* * *
A pure white glow filled all the space.
Ewald floated around in a space where he didn’t even feel gravity, and looked around him.
But there was nothing to be seen in the pure white space.
All senses were revived.
He realizes that his last memories of when he first fell for Kswice were coming true in front of Ewald.
Ewald looked down at his own body.
He appeared in front of Ebalt in a combat uniform with scars and traces from the attack on Schheim Dvahur.
At the same time, a smile grew thicker on Ewald’s face.
The events from the moment he sealed Beelzedeus until he was trapped in the silent corridor passed through his mind for an instant, but it no longer terrified Ewald.
The past is gone.
He cannot hang himself on the irreversible.
Ewald was not the type to be held in such fear.
And Ewald mixed a word into a mad laugh.
“It’s going to be what it is!”
The space shook.
The white space, which began to vibrate as if shaken by Ewald’s laughter, began to break into green cracks, like a dungeon swallowed by darkness.
Yes, it has been like this in the past too.
When dozens of people were swallowed up in the Great Forest of Kswice, Ewald, the only one who saw through the illusion, witnessed the scene like this.
At that moment, a dim figure came into Ewald’s field of vision.
A figure that appears to be holding something in his hand while kneeling down on his knees.
Ewald twisted his body without looking and stretched out his hand toward the figure.
* * *
The little girl was sitting in the corner of her room, her head in her hands.
In front of her girl, a middle-aged woman collapsed, crouching all over her body, and another man started hitting her. She screamed at the woman.
Her girl braced her hands with her face buried between her knees.
“Hey, honey, save me! Save me!”
“I told you to shut up, you f*cking b*tch!”
The screams turned into screams.
The irresistible whip of the belt, the man whipped her woman like a pig, her dog. A painful tone bloomed as her flesh and hide clashed.
The girl covered her ears.
The screams of her mother, beaten in front of her girl, broke through her ears plugged with her fingers. It stiffened her girlish body.
But the fact that she couldn’t hear the man’s swear words made the girl feel relieved.
The beating continued. The man’s hands were so sharp that his flesh burst and blood splattered. The woman screamed and rolled on her floor, but rather she was moving away from the girl.
She had to walk away
The girl struggled and moved away from the sound of her voice.
“I was wrong, honey! I was wrong! Aagh!”
The man’s mouth opened. But the girl couldn’t hear that voice.
The girl let out her cry without making a sound of her own.
You shouldn’t even hear her crying. Then the father who beat her mother so miserably would turn the belt on him. The fear that she would rather die engulfed her girl.
Her screams died down. But the sound of her blows continued.
The girl lowered her head hastily as she found her father repeatedly beating her fainting mother right in front of her eyes.
“You!”
The beastly man’s eyes turned to her girl.
The fact that her unseen but frightening eyes were directed at her made her girl desperate to back her. But she was already blocked by a wall behind her.
“You b*tch! You should think about earning money if Abby looks like this!”
The girl’s father, who loosely held both ends of her belt folded in half, pulled it left and right with all his might. The moment her mating sound erupted from her belt, her girlish face was completely engulfed in horror.
She said, “You even ate your ears! This crazy b*tch says Abby, but why does her face look like that!”
The devil’s expression seen in the iconostasis of the cathedral was overlaid on her father’s face. The girl, unable to breathe properly for her fear, pushed her feet against the floor and backed away from her.
The girl, who shook her head from side to side with her face full of tears, struggled desperately to get away from her demonic father, unaware of the thorns piercing her calves and her fingernails. Was hitting
But that look caught the man’s attention.
“Are you kidding me too! Is it funny!”
Her man threw at the girl whatever he could get her hands on.
Her wooden bowl slammed her girl on the head, smashing her against a wall, splitting her in two. In her giddy pain, the girl opened her mouth but couldn’t get her to scream.
She will spank him until he stops screaming at her.
Her girl’s whole body trembled.
She couldn’t even run behind her anymore and started to fall on her knees, the girl vomited her voice as she crawled away.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry, Dad.”
Her girlish hands were brought together, evenly spread.
The girl rubbed her trembling hands together, facing her father.
The crotch of the girl on her knees got wet. The girl, her head occupied with fear, did not even feel a puddle of water forming under her.
It came into her man’s eyes as he looked down at her girl.
That was the starting point.
The girl’s father, who spat her spit on the floor, lifted her chair.
“Where does this crazy X pee!”
Her chair was rammed into the girl’s body.
A piece of wood broke and shattered. Her girl’s body also jolted, hitting the floor and bouncing upward.
She wanted to live as a girl.
She could see in the distance the chair with her back thrown down was smashed.
She wanted to give up.
A sharp pain crept through her lower back. But as she was about to collapse, something sharp came into her field of vision.
Knife.
A knife small enough that she could handle it herself.
Her girlish hand instinctively grasped her knife.
“Let’s see this!”
The girl’s father rushed at her girl. She was ready to beat her to death with her fists at any moment.
The girl, whose eyes were too swollen to open properly, raised her knife, closing her eyes tightly.
But the girl opened her eyes to the feeling of something warm around her wrist. Her eyelids were too hard to lift, but a man was smiling at the sight of the girl who struggled open.
The guy gave the girl a smile that would melt everything in her that was frozen in her.
“Are you okay.”