Episode 201: Dreaming Angel (6)
The girl felt free for the first time in her life.
The air is cold and clear enough to cool your lungs, the blue sky and clouds that look like something out of a painting, the sun shining on the world, and the boy who embraces the light of the sun.
Flying in the sky with such a boy, Marie couldn’t help but feel free.
“Referee… … .”
Marie gently placed her hand on the boy’s cheek. A boy so beautiful that he seems broken. A boy I can’t take my eyes off of.
A boy who carries the scent of the blue sky that I miss so much.
“Mother’s scent… … .”
Marie fell into the boy’s arms and calmed her crying voice.
“Marie, what did you dream about?”
“I, I… … .”
Marie trails off and can’t even finish her sentence. The referee hugged Marie tightly and whispered in a kind voice.
“Yes, you had a nightmare.”
“yes. “I had a nightmare.”
That’s how Marie began her story.
“It doesn’t matter because I have nightmares every day, but there was a dream that I really, really couldn’t endure.”
It is said that the dream began like this.
“I remembered something that happened in my family. When I was young, I pictured my sisters being punished after being trained, tested, and failing again, and when I would be punished. and… … .”
And, and… Marie trailed off and snuggled into the referee’s arms again.
“And I had dreams about other children never waking up again.”
There were dozens of children in the Seocheon Confucian family. And it is said that only two of them survived. Even before she stopped talking, Marie had seen the end of such children.
“It was okay up to that point. “Because it’s a dream I have every day.”
But what broke Marie was a different dream. So much so that it cannot even be compared to these dreams… … .
“I saw my mother in a dream.”
It was such a bright dream.
“Mother, the only memory I have of you is your voice when I was very young. So even though it was my first time seeing her, I knew she was my mother. “It was my first time seeing it.”
A small sob is heard again.
The referee was at a loss for words due to the sadness he felt behind his hands.
“I don’t like it. I hate myself so much now… … .”
And Marie broke down and poured out words.
“As soon as I saw my mom, my first thought was not happiness or missing her, but just resentment. I hated her so much. “Because you left me alone in this world.”
“I hated the sight of her holding the baby. If she had just been left to die, if she had slept forever without knowing anything. “If only I couldn’t take responsibility like this!”
“I remember my mother’s scent… … .”
“If it weren’t for that scent, I would have given up already. “She would have abandoned the light and the sky without any hesitation.”
“So do you know what I did to Mom?”
the referee asked.
“How did you do it?”
“The child was taken from the mother’s arms. And I threw it away.”
Mari says, “Far away,” and smiles crookedly.
“But the sight of the mother running away in a hurry, the back of the mother running towards the baby, saying she couldn’t give up.”
And Marie slowly collapsed.
“It was good though. Even though I hate it so much… still… … .”
“Did you hate your mom that much?”
“yes. “Because you left me alone in this world.”
A child who is alone.
The child who was so lonely under the sofa.
The referee slowly closed his eyes. Because there were so many sad and dark things happening on earth under the blue sky.
So the referee could not capture the sky as it was. Instead he decided to look back at the ground.
The ground where the referee met the young warriors.
The land that gave up its wings to protect a mother and daughter.
I held the ground with my eyes.
“Marie.”
And the referee started telling the story of an angel.
“There was an angel.”
It is said that the angel followed heaven’s orders without hesitation, to the point where he was called a heavenly puppet. He is known to have carried out heaven’s will on earth without question of any orders.
“That angel was truly a puppet, to the point where he even carried out orders that could be dangerous to him without any hesitation. But you know, there are commands that even such an angel failed?”
What kind of mission was it that caused it to fail?
Was it a mission to purify one continent, or a mission to prevent invasion from another dimension? Otherwise, a mission to erase all darkness from the world?
It wasn’t. It was a very, very easy mission. It was simply a mission to bring a mother’s soul to heaven.
It was a mission that even the youngest angel could easily succeed at.
“But that angel failed such an easy mission.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, somehow.”
The referee smiled.
“There was a baby who was such an angel.”
And the referee’s small hand slowly caressing Marie’s cheek.
“Mommy didn’t mean to leave you alone in this world. “She just believed in an angel called me.”
The referee said as he wiped away Marie’s tears.
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“I did it because I trusted this foolish angel who lost his wings, memories, and abilities.”
Stupid angel, referee.
The girl’s eyes opened wide.
“So please don’t hate your mother and Remari too much.”
It was only then that Marie realized everything.
Why did you think you missed the scent of the referee?
Why did I remember that smell as the smell of heaven?
The scent that I remembered as my mother’s scent was the referee’s scent.
“Instead, you hate me.”
“… I am.”
“Hate me for not being able to protect you… … .”
At that moment Marie could see.
A teardrop fell from the referee’s emerald eyes.
Mari speaks unfinished words.
Because Marie was already unfamiliar with her own emotions, she couldn’t say a single word about these complex emotions.
“For me, I mean. I am… … .”
“Marie.”
The referee wiped away his tears and extended his hand toward the ground.
“Even in a world where there are so many cruel things… … .”
The girl looked at the ground.
A quietly flowing blue silky sea.
“Isn’t it amazing how beautiful it is when seen from the sky?”
Huge wheat fields that look like waves of gold, and rivers that are like blue veins running between them.
“So Marie can be happy too.”
A city of brightly shining people and huge roads that look like rivers of light.
“The nightmare will end one day and you will only see happy things afterward.”
And the morning sun rising from afar.
When the girl saw that light, she remembered the referee’s hair.
A tear fell from the girl’s eye again.
“Like this world seen from the sky… … .”
The world was beautiful.
The girl had no choice but to admit that fact.
Even after all the tragedy.
This world was so beautiful.
In the end, it’s like this.
Despite everything that happened.
The world.
“So, you must be happy.”
A layer of the atmosphere called the stratosphere.
There was a girl crying on that floor.
The girl left alone looked at the rising sun and thought of a boy she missed so much. So the girl had no choice but to cry again.
It felt like the sky was falling.
* * *
A boy wearing the uniform of the Central Superhuman Academy, his entire body covered in scars, smiled and grabbed the handle of the dark iron door.
“Now the time has come.”
A doorknob that turns with a clanging sound.
This boy’s name was Gori, and he was called the Four Heavenly Kings by some and the Doorman by others.
Gori entered the door without hesitation. A picture of the Gates of Hell hanging under dark, red lighting, a red sofa, and a boy sleeping on it.
Everything was just as Gori imagined.
Gori naturally knelt down and looked at the referee.
The beauty that showed that she was his kin, and the jet-black hair that was almost similar to his own.
Dark karma so powerful that it erases the boundaries of everything.
And even a single teardrop because I haven’t yet accepted the darkness.
“He was right, old man.”
Gori said, stroking the referee’s jet-black hair.
“You didn’t mistakenly think he wanted a fallen warrior or something, did you? Even the fallen warrior is ultimately human, and all he wants is you, one of his own people.”
The corners of Gori’s scarred mouth rose again.
“In order to lead my senior to the darkness without hurting him, I just needed a canteen called the Fallen Hero. “A canteen to store karma.”
Pat, pat – Gori said excitedly.
“And I gulped down the water in the canteen and drank so much that I felt very sick. senior.”
Gori stood up again and admired the painting hanging in this room. The gates of hell, the sinners who committed sins and suffered, became the doorframe, and the darkness that filled this world became the doormat.
Now all you need is a doorknob and someone qualified to turn it.
And in this room, everything was ready.
“Then, let’s open the door to the new world.”
After saying those words, Gori did not open his mouth. He simply took out his dagger from his chest without saying a word and stabbed it deep into his right chest without another groan.
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.
.
Like that, Gori’s body slowly began to collapse.
My vision was blurred and my ears were ringing.
However, his expression seemed somewhat relieved.
With trembling hands, Kori draws a doorknob using her own blood. After completing the door, he smiled again and fell down without moving.
Just like that, only dark time passed in the room. It was then.
The boy who was fast asleep on the sofa got up and approached the painting.
The boy, whose eyes were still closed, was slowly approaching the painting with unsteady steps, as if he were sleepwalking.
Tuk- Something is different about the boy’s feet.
It was a ring that no longer moved.
Even though the boy was asleep, he could understand the ring lying on the floor there. No, he understood.
For some people, this world is hell itself, so there are people who want to judge this world even if it means opening the gates of hell.
The sleeping referee suddenly realized something.
“good night… … .”
After closing Gori’s eyes, which he could not bear to close, the referee slowly approached the door.
Not in this world.
A proper judgment is needed.
Therefore, the referee will turn this doorknob. He will turn around and invite his compatriots who are waiting for him in front of him to this world.
It will be so.
That’s what a referee should do.
So, you have to go to that painting and use the power of karma to open that door… … .
But the referee just stood still and flinched. Even though he’s frowning because of the nightmare and clenching his hands so tightly that they’re turning white. The referee made no move.
Even though his small shoulders were shaking and tears were forming in his eyes, the referee just crouched in front of the painting.
“Referee.”
At that moment, a longing voice was heard from beyond the door. A voice that is somewhat blunt yet full of joy.
“Where are you? Quick, answer me quickly! It’s too dark in here. No, since I’m a warlock, of course I’m not afraid of the dark at all… … .”
It was Soya’s voice. He was scared, but hiding his fear was exactly like Soya’s voice.
“This darkness is so dark-mongering… … ! Open it quickly, quickly!”
The referee stood up again.
Then he placed his hand on the picture… … .
“hurry!”
I pulled hard on the doorknob depicted in the picture.
The sound of something like a sketchbook being torn to pieces filled the red room. A hand sticking out from beyond the torn picture.
The owner of that hand was a girl who looked exactly like Soya, except for her eyes. Other than her eyes glowing red, she was no different from Soya.
No, the expression was also different.
There was no way Soya could have made such a dark, murderous expression.
“The power of a fallen angel, shadow play.”
Red-eyed Soya couldn’t hide her joy and hugged the referee tightly. However, the referee still could not open his eyes.
“how is it? It is the power to imitate everything from the other person’s personality, appearance, behavior, and even abilities. “It’s a minor and weak power, but it’s useful in times like this.”
The ability to copy everything the other person does is just a weak and useless power to the Demon Lord. It is the Demon Lord who uses a basic attack to erase his enemies from this world.
So what kind of ability does this strong power have? Before going to sleep, the referee always had that question in his mind.
“I’ll teach you later.”
The Demon King said.
“After everything is done.”
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