〈 Episode 285 〉 Hero, Galahal (4)
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It is a cold and light body.
It is the body of the dead, not the living.
I am confident because Raniel has seen the deaths of countless people. Galahal dies. Even if the saint is here, the decided ending cannot be changed.
Kuuk.
Raniel bit his lip.
Blood seeps out from the bitten lip.
Numerous circuits appear and disappear repeatedly in Raniel’s mind. At this moment, Raniel is looking for a way to save Galahal.
Of course, such a thing cannot happen.
Galahal’s time is over.
Providence points to his death. The truth that makes up the world whispers about Galahal’s death. It is like a sentence that cannot be overturned.
The hundreds of circuits, thousands of magical knowledge, and tens or millions of books that Raniel has learned throughout his life. All of that is useless now. Raniel’s tightly bitten lips trembled.
It cannot be saved.
impossible.
There can be no answer.
What Raniel feels at this moment is helplessness.
Despite his helplessness, Raniel struggles to find something. There is only one means of getting there.
‘Even if I try, it won’t be of any use.’
While thinking this in his head, Raniel opens his mouth and calls out to God. If he causes a miracle, he will pray as much as he does now, even if he does not believe in God.
That was the moment when Raniel opened his mouth.
“Balan···.”
“Raniel.”
Galahal interrupted Raniel.
“I feel dizzy. “My blood is rushing.”
Galahal smiled bitterly, leaning on Raniel.
Even though there was no blood left to pour, Galahal joked and gently pushed Raniel away. Leaning against the tree, Galahal looked at Raniel.
“Why do you look like that?”
Raniel can’t say anything.
She opened and closed her lips repeatedly and spoke in a voice that even I wasn’t sure about.
“Even now…”
“Don’t you know? “It’s late, at least.”
Galahal shook his head.
“I will die soon. “The time given is over.”
Blood pools on the floor.
The wind in midwinter is extremely cold, but now Galahal feels that even the wind is warm. Because my body was colder than that.
“You know what? “Raniel.”
He said in a lighter voice.
“We defeated the apostate. “I overcame that great disaster, that apostate who killed my comrade.”
The lighter voice is like that of a child.
Galahal said with a smile, as if bragging about what he had accomplished to his parents.
“It reached me. “I was able to reach it.”
“···huh.”
“I’m happy about that fact, but I’m even happier than that…”
Galahal shifted his gaze.
Chloe and Galahal suddenly came to their senses and made eye contact. She was looking at Gala Hal with her mouth covered.
Galahal said while looking at Chloe.
“It means it was possible to save it.”
I saved that child.
It pierced the heart of the disaster that had reigned for hundreds of years, and burned tens of thousands of demonic beasts. However, Galahal is more than happy about the fact that he was saved.
“···, ·········.”
Chloe said something while holding back tears.
Those words don’t sound right to Galahal’s ears. Still, you can guess what it means.
“it’s okay.”
Galahal said.
“Aren’t you alive?”
That’s enough.
Although he has seen many things and experienced many things, in the end, Galahal’s beliefs have not changed.
“Save people.”
“Take up your weapon to save, not to defeat. “He is truly a hero.”
I fought to save you.
I lived to become a hero.
If this is the end of my life, I will gladly accept it. Galahal sighed. My body became a little lighter. With a loud thud, something spilled onto the floor.
The more you pour out, the lighter it becomes.
One by one, Galahal threw away the things that held him back on this earth. As death approaches, my mind is clearer than ever.
“Raniel.”
Galahal looks ahead.
Through blurred vision, deaf ears, and fading senses, Galahal sees his friend.
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Raniel van Trias.
This wizard, called a wise man, was his companion and idol, and the person who guided him on his path. At this moment, her Gala Hal feels her gratitude to her. Although it was only a short time, the time she had with Raniel gave Galahal answers.
Because I found the answer I was looking for.
Because I achieved what I wanted to achieve.
Because I can be proud of my own life.
In the face of death, Galahal was able to remain aloof.
“I am.”
Galahal opened his mouth.
“Was I a warrior?”
Raniel answers that question.
Although his voice did not reach, Galahal saw what Raniel was trying to say through the movement of his lips.
···More than anyone.
More than anyone I’ve ever seen.
He was like a warrior. Galahal laughs at those words. I smiled as if I was more comfortable than ever and had more fun than ever.
“Aha, indeed… That’s right…”
Galahal’s voice becomes thinner and then fainter. Galahal spoke in a voice that could no longer resonate in the air and seemed as if it would scatter when the wind blew.
“It’s a happy job.”
Tuk.
Galahal’s head dropped.
The time allowed for him was already over.
A person who was holding on to time that ended with a single will lets go of what he was holding.
A star is falling
2.
The faint sound of the heartbeat stopped.
There is no sound of breathing.
It announces the death of a human being.
Chloe lowered her head.
The flowing tears fall to the floor. Chloe can’t bear to look at Galahal’s corpse.
Why, why?
The girl who survived by drinking the hero’s blood feels doubtful about what she has for the first time. The death of the person she admired shook her mind.
All deaths are gruesome.
There can be no glorious death.
Seeing a body gushing out blood and mangled, you would never think of anything glorious. Nevertheless, Chloe did not raise her head, wanting to consider that death noble.
That’s how Chloe bowed her head.
The sound of someone breathing was heard in my ear.
When I turn my head, Rania Van Trias is there. At the last moment, she was called Raniel by Galahal, but Chloe had no time to think about that.
Just look at her face.
Her eyes are sunken as she looks at Galahal. Her face is not as expressionless as always. Her chin trembles. Her lips are trembling, and her eyes are closing and opening again and again.
So what flows are tears.
She cried quietly.
He bites his lip, then opens his mouth to say something… but ends up closing his mouth again. Her unresolved emotions were revealed through her gestures.
Anger, sadness, and helplessness.
It looks so unfamiliar.
Looking at Rania, Chloe slowly raised her head, swallowing her tears. To face reality. That’s how Chloe saw Galahal’s body. As expected, the corpse is absolutely hideous. The arm was torn off, and even the one remaining arm… Huh?
“···uh?”
Chloe screamed without shedding tears.
She stretched out her hand and pointed at Galahal’s body.
Rania also raises her head.
One remaining arm of Galahal.
The arm was slowly moving.
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He arrives at the end of the path he walked.
The road is broken. I can’t move on.
He looks around.
If you look around, there are many paths.
Each person moves forward in their own way. The owners of the road stand on the road. They all have different appearances.
Not everyone is walking down the street.
There are people who have stopped, and there are people who are suffering. There are also people who have finally fallen. There are roads that are cut off, and there are also roads that eventually turn completely wrong and lead somewhere else.
He lowers his head and looks at his feet.
My own path was also cut off.
However, he does not consider it to be broken. Raising his head, he looks ahead. The light that accompanied him on his own path is there.
A brightly shining light.
It is now trying to leave itself.
I want to leave myself and embark on a new path.
He doesn’t know what kind of path it will be. Light is also unknown. He stretched out his hand towards the wandering light. He wants to tell us the answer he found.
He stretches out his hand and points to something.
What he pointed to was another path.
The road has just begun.
The moment he pointed it, the road that was far away came into sight. The end of the path he walked leads to the beginning of another path. Thus, the path is unbroken.
The path you have walked becomes fertilizer.
It will become the cornerstone of a tower that someone else will build.
It means the continuation of the road.
The road continues.
Next, then again.
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The stars set and the return begins.
Everything the star held is returned.
Where does the returned starlight go? I can not know. No one knows God’s will. Starlight, who was about to leave to find a new owner, stops for a moment.
Starlight sees the last of its master.
We lead a small light and look at the end of a human being who has achieved brilliant achievements. My breathing stopped and my heart stopped. A dead body or body suddenly moves.
The impossible happens.
A miracle that even the stars cannot fathom happens at this moment.
A human slowly raises his arm.
I spread my broken finger and point at something. The place the finger is pointing towards is a young girl. The human is pointing at the girl who has just begun to shine.
As if telling me to go there.
Starlight saw the fingertips.
···Stars call starlight.
We do not look to the stars for things that do not fit providence. This is against the contract. Star tries to retrieve a part of herself, but Starlight refuses Star’s call.
If there is a will of the stars, it would be the will and wishes of humans. Starlight follows the will of its owner. The brightly shining starlight chooses a new owner.
Light flooded.
3.
Raniel looked ahead blankly.
I saw the dead body of Galahal moving. I saw that the fingertip was clearly pointing towards Chloe. Raniel cannot tell whether the movement is simple rigor mortis or a movement of Galahal’s will.
I didn’t know, though.
Eventually, the flooding starlight gave Raniel an answer.
That is not the starlight left in Galahal’s body. The starlight has already left that body. So, what is that starlight?
It is a trace left in the soul.
It is a trace of the life he lived.
The starlight, separated from the crumbling soul, heads toward the sky but stops. Then, it turns and flows towards Chloe. Flooding starlight dwells in Chloe’s body. That light is only a very small amount…
It shines brighter than anything else.
Raniel saw the saint’s arms floating in the air. Four stars orbiting around the arm. One of them seemed to fall, and then seeped into the star circling next to me.
Not four stars.
It’s three stars.
The orbits of the stars begin to change to match the three stars. The trend that has been maintained for hundreds of years is changing. It means moving the stagnant clock hands.
The contract has been changed.
Raniel looked up at the sky.
Just before the sun rises, the night sky is still dark through the approaching dawn. The flow of constellations floating there began to change.
A new constellation has emerged.
A new constellation that no one has ever seen.
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