(EP.437) Those Who Do #12
437 – The Stopper # 12
quietly close your eyes
Think back to your memories of high school. Then countless memories will come up like bubbles and decorate my head.
So, what do you remember when you were in middle school?
Do you remember when you were in elementary school?
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No, I’m going further back and trying to remember my childhood. I’m thinking of what I might call the first memories of my life.
But compared to my school days, I have a relatively clear memory.
There was a hazy point in my memory until I was still around the age of six. Not just me, but most people.
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Childhood amnesia.
Or childhood forgetfulness.
These two words were said to be used to describe the above situation. It is common for humans to forget their childhood memories around the age of 8.
Yes.
It’s not about losing, it’s about forgetting. It seems that he is very much lost, but it seems that his childhood memories are also sleeping somewhere deep in his brain.
If some sort of event in your life happens like a trigger, you never know when and where your childhood memories will suddenly come to mind.
just like me now.
“… … .”
I quietly think back to a very long time ago. Most of my memories before entering elementary school were concentrated on my appearance when I first entered the orphanage.
about six years old.
Yes, the next year passed and I entered elementary school the next year, so I must be six then.
So, in my life, I was the first to realize that I was my age when I was six years old.
Long before that, from the age of five to the age of one, the time was crumpled and distorted in one place, as if a child had put together colored rubber clay.
There are memories that come to mind from time to time, but if you ask me when and how old I was, I can’t give a definitive answer. For example, these are memories.
I remember when I was suffering from a high fever, someone touched my forehead with a cool hand.
He played hide-and-seek with a woman who was expected to be his mother in a small single-room house.
“… … .”
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Come to think of it, I don’t think there’s anything special about those two aside from my childhood memories. Why are there only those memories?
Because it’s so intense that you can’t forget it?
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No, then, being surrounded by unfamiliar older sisters and being stabbed in the cheek must have been a pretty intense memory. It is sure to remain somewhere in my mind.
But no matter how much I thought about it, nothing like that came to mind.
maybe i can’t remember
Or is this space so special that it doesn’t affect my future personality formation?
… Or maybe that guy and I are different people in the first place.
Then someone stabbed me in the side.
Elgar.
“Why don’t you speak? You’re asking if you remember seeing us when you were young. Anything that comes to mind, right?”
It seems that Elgar felt frustrated with me, who was silent and silent.
—Dori-dori.
As I shook my head, Elgar looked a little surprised and disappointed at the same time. Then Stella comes up with a hypothesis.
“Most of the memories of childhood are diluted with the great years. Among them, only the impressive ones remain. Could it be that meeting with us was not impressive?”
Stella’s opinion was similar to the hypothesis I had just been thinking to myself. It seems that human thinking is also there.
However, Ira denied Stella’s opinion.
“If you met me, you can’t forget that memory. Because I am the beautiful and perfect queen. Once you see it, you will never forget it.”
Aira’s pride in herself was great. Could narcissism have reached a kind of religious realm? But what made me angry was that Ira was right.
I remember most of my moments with Ira. It’s probably because Aira’s behavior and appearance aren’t usually extraordinary, and even her small gestures are perceived as intense experiences.
If so, it would be the same for the young half-elf.
Then, from afar, I saw a nymph carrying a child coming back through colorful flowers. Seeing that, we stopped what we were trying to say and looked into each other’s eyes.
We didn’t talk to each other though.
It seems to have been the eyes of each of them, saying, “Let’s keep the conversation we just had a secret so they don’t know.”
* * *
“Hey little girl, will you comb your hair? yes?”
“Liones, you are afraid of children… !”
“It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s that I’m ashamed. You are the one who stops the fan. Can’t you see the kid coughing?”
“Wow, it’s hot, so I’m trying to cool it down.”
Elgar and Mirna had an argument with the little half-elf in the middle. It’s unclear exactly why they are doing this, but they both seemed to want to impress the little half-elf.
Shh.
Then Aira spreads her finger and places it in front of the young half-elf’s blue eyes. And I start to spin it round and round—.
“Who is the most beautiful queen in the world? Who should you be chastity? That’s right… ”
Seeing that, Narmi shouted.
“Queen Tarantera is hypnotizing!”
I have no mind at all. If I had had this experience as a child, it would have remained as intense as a trace of lightning in the depths of my mind, but again, nothing came to mind.
Then the little half-elf coughed. All the young girls, who were noisy at the sight, shut their mouths and just stare at their faces dyed red like red tomatoes.
“… … .”
Then, perhaps embarrassed, he ran and buried his face in the belly of the big nymph Trish. It was just something I would have done as a child.
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Cole, cole.
In the meantime, the coughing seems unwilling to stop. For some reason, it feels like it tickles my neck. After a moment of silence, Mirna asked.
“The child is sick, are you trying to get through this door?”
door.
Only then were we able to think about the existence of the gate that existed in that huge temple. It was because of that door that we came to this bizarre rift. The same goes for this strange hat.
Trish, the nymph, nodded her head as she embraced the sleeping child.
“right. If you go through that door, there is a place you never thought of. My husband did. What… , this is not important… .”
Trish hesitated, trying to say something. It’s like there’s something you want to spit out, but it’s stuck in your throat and you can’t spit it out or swallow it.
Then he finally spoke in a low voice.
“However, if you open that door, you may lose something valuable instead of getting what you want. There is nothing more precious to me than this child. If anything goes wrong… .”
is it.
I could vaguely understand. Just like me and my wife, the young girls, could not easily step beyond the broken sky. The nymph Trish also seemed hesitant.
A sense of fear that actions to save the child may lead to the loss of the child. As a parent, you will fall into an unbearable self-blame.
But.
I wanted to support her choice.
“Don’t stop… .”
don’t stop
I wanted to say that, but the story didn’t come out of my mouth. Because I wondered if I could dare say such a thing.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, this was more of guilt than curiosity.
Me and the child in my arms over there are the same person. But if you ask me if that guy and I have the same soul… .
It is difficult to give an easy answer.
Maybe I stole this half-elf’s body. Thoughts I had been ignoring for a long time swelled up like seaweed in my head again, so I couldn’t stop my mouth from falling.
in front of the child’s mother.
What can I say after taking the child’s body?
ㅡHyo… .
Although the spider Bael in me diligently ate up the negative emotions. My lips have already stopped. a moment’s hesitation. However, in a place where time does not flow, momentary and eternity have the same meaning.
One desire grew in my heart as I felt hesitating for an eternity of time.
It was the will to avoid opening the door as it is, to just ignore everything and go back and live in peace for the rest of the life.
It’s so intense that if you don’t clench your fists, you’ll want to turn your back.
As if someone had planted a bad idea in me, I couldn’t stand the feeling of vomiting rising from the depths of my stomach due to the growing desire to escape.
“Wow-!”
In the end, I bowed low and vomited something boiling in my stomach. It is a red liquid in an amount of about 1 liter.
blood… ?
Did I vomit now… !?
I was amazed and frightened. If Bael hadn’t worked hard to feed his negative emotions, he might have gone black.
“King Tae-oh, what are you doing now? . are you okay!?”
“Hey, what happened all of a sudden!?”
I heard the young girls worrying about me. Such a sound soon lingers in the air without reaching my heart like marbles sliding on ice.
What my eyes saw was the blood I spit.
Watching the blood wriggle strangely and swell, it’s hard to tell if this is a reality or an illusion created by my iron-poor brain.
old stuff, old stuff.
The lump of blood ate up the soil and flowers located around it, gaining its size quickly, and eventually, it had arms and legs, a face and hair like a human.
“Put new wine in a new bottle. It’s finally launched. I just knew it was going to fail like this.”
The appearance in that white nunnery, the pink hair that was exposed under the kerchief, and the eye patch on her face were quite familiar.
Seeing that, Mirna shouts.
“F, Fri is a saint… !? How the hell did this happen… !?”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who saw it in vain.
Seeing Elgar and Mirna as well as Narmi and Stella lowering their postures as if warning them to the sudden appearance of Saint Friga, strangely enough, they felt a little relieved.
But.
It is true that he could not understand what was going on in this situation, and confusion grew in his mind. what the hell is going on Why is there such a thing in my stomach?
Terrible!
As I was shivering, Saint Friga dusted off the dust on her clothes.
“It was just bred by borrowing blood, soil and flowers nearby. Of course, I am the only person in the church and in the world who can do this.”
Are you saying that it is the saint who is here and not the body at the same time? No matter how advanced the world of magic and witchcraft, I knew for the first time that such a thing was possible.
I feel like the limits of my imagination are getting wider and wider. As I dared to anticipate with my imagination so open, it was not a good thing for a saint to appear in front of me.
Shh.
Saint Friga reached out to me.
“Come on, Tae-oh. Let’s go back now.”
“… Are you back?”
“You promised me. Don’t go near the door. Did you hesitate for a moment too? You made up your mind that you wanted to go back. These are the words that are activated at that time.”
is it a word
It seems that it is like the magic of the church that binds the opponent with words. That’s why he told me to promise not to go to the door, even if it’s a blank check, when I met the saint.
It was activated the moment I had a strong desire to go back, and it seems that it was set up so that the saint appeared in front of me like this.
“I thought it was a failure. Why at the end—.”
Saint Friga, who had no eyes, moved her head as if to examine her surroundings.
Then she turns to Trish, a large nymph with her blindfolded face, and a child in her arms.
“This is another surprise. Is this possible? The principles of the world are far beyond the human understanding of me. Teo Gospel, in one place—.”
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No.
The woman’s mouth must be closed.
It was the time when he was about to let out a scream that rose from his throat with only that thought.
“Saint, Frigga.”
The first to speak was Queen Aira.
“If you tease your tongue any more, I will pull it out.”
“Queen, Ira.”
Friga and Aira stood close to each other as if they were touching each other.
It was quite powerful and heartbreaking to see the villains facing each other, strong enough to be the criterion for dividing the middle and the second half of the story.
If the two meet, this flower garden may disappear without a trace.
But, taking advantage of the brief gap created by their confrontation, I spoke to the nymph Trish.
“Get out of bed with the child. hurry.”
“Why do I have to obey you? Who is that guy?”
“I don’t have time to explain, Beatrice. If you want to save the child, go ahead.”
The nymph Trish, no, Beatrice’s eyes narrowed.
“… That name.”