〈 Episode 340 〉 Kyle Torben (1)
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Black rain poured down.
The pouring rain dyed the colorless forest black. The two walked through a forest that was turning black. The sound of stepping on a puddle rang out.
Kyle’s steps are light.
Now that he had shaken off even the last remaining small regret, Kyle felt that his steps were lighter than ever. The exhaled breath was easily dispersed.
‘···The future, the future.’
Raniel van Trias from the future.
Kyle realized something while overhearing her. She must have failed in the times she had to go through. Because she must have been shaken.
She went through hell because of her failure.
Rania, who had walked through hell for 13 years, had venom in her voice. It was a terrible poison. The poison spewed out by someone who hated, despaired, and ended up empty after losing everything was terrible.
I lost everything, she said.
She couldn’t be a warrior, she said.
That’s why she came back, she said.
Even though she begged him not to trust her, Kyle still believed in Raniel. No matter where you come from the future, Raniel is Raniel. Kyle trusts that if she has just a little motivation, she will stand up again.
so.
I will gladly become the opportunity for that.
“······.”
Kyle looked ahead in silence.
It can’t be seen because it’s obscured by the trees, but it’s probably raining even harder beyond. There is a battlefield where he once fled. There is a wilderness that has become a symbol of failure and cannot be forgotten.
Achieve the feat you have neglected.
That is the ordeal given to Kyle by the stars.
Kyle let out a short breath. Kyle continued to walk, remembering the sharply forged sword inside her (?). How far did she go?
With a slap, a puddle of water splashed out.
Before Kyle knew it, he had arrived at the edge of the forest.
“Kyle.”
Kyle looked back.
Sarah, who had been silent the whole time, was calling to her. Kyle looked at Sarah. She had her head down so her eyes were not visible. Her rain-soaked hair obscured Sarah’s face.
Sarah said, looking down at the floor.
“As expected, I was thinking of dying.”
Kyle was silent.
2.
I thought I was going to die too.
I asked the question, but Kyle didn’t say anything. As if she wasn’t denying it. No matter how long she waited, there was no response from Sara, so she bit her lip.
I thought it would end up like this.
Sarah had guessed it since she heard about the contract, but the moment she saw Raniel, who said he was from the future, Sarah was convinced.
“You intend to die.”
Kyle Torben.
This man, who means everything to him, intends to die here today. It is not a feat that can be achieved with a human body in the first place. Kyle really was going to give it his all.
Kuuk.
Sarah bit her lip and clenched her fists. Sarah’s tightly clenched hand trembled.
“I will die here…”
“Sarah.”
Kyle gently interrupted Sarah.
Sarah slowly raised her head.
Sarah.
Kyle reached out and stroked Sarah’s rain-soaked hair. Kyle said as he looked at Sarah’s face, her eyes red.
“Your face is a mess. Sarah.”
“···what.”
“It reminds me of the old days.”
Kyle laughed.
“Wasn’t it like this back then? “Why, when you were kidnapped.”
“When on earth did this happen…”
“There is no way I could forget. “Because you, who treated me so badly, cried and clung to me.”
Sarah’s face turned red.
“Why are you saying that now?”
“There is no particular reason.”
“Just,” Kyle muttered.
“I feel like a lot of time has passed since then. It’s as you said. “It’s an old thing.”
and.
“During that long time, you were still by my side.”
Sarah closed her mouth.
Kyle said with a smile.
“You must have gotten sick of it, and you must have seen a lot of unsightly appearances… Thank you for being by my side.”
“You said this last time.”
“It’s important, so you say it many times.”
“What is the current situation and what is it…”
“It does matter.”
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Kyle tapped the hilt of the sword tied to his waist with the back of his hand. Soft starlight leaked from the holy sword. The starlight is more transparent than ever.
“This time, watch from the closest place.”
Kyle laughed.
“Because I will show you my best self.”
Sarah looked at Kyle, who was smiling so wonderfully, and burst into laughter, which was not appropriate for this situation.
“···Since when did you become so bravado?”
“It’s not that I am naturally like this. I just spoke softly to fit the occasion. “I came from a country bumpkin to begin with, so what?”
Sarah flinched and her body trembled.
“Traveling with a country bumpkin, my situation is truly amazing. Don’t come close. “It stinks.”
“Is it because you can’t learn and you’re a bastard? There is no class in his behavior. The way he speaks is vulgar. “A person like you is a hero. How can people believe you?”
Early part of the trip.
In order to return to the church as quickly as possible, Sarah treated Kyle very harshly. This is what happened when the old people in the church did what they told them to do.
“I’m basically a country bumpkin, so there’s nothing special about it.”
Kyle is now saying the words Sarah used to scratch Kyle back then with a playful smile. As if teasing Sarah. Sarah, her face bright red, reached out and covered Kyle’s mouth with her hand.
“S-stop it. “At that time, I didn’t know anything either.”
“It’s not wrong.”
Kyle said, grabbing Sarah’s wrist and lowering her arm.
“I’m still the same as then. Just like me when I was young. “A country bumpkin who admires the heroes of fairy tales, dreams of becoming one, and wants to look stylish in front of women.”
Kyle laughed bitterly.
“sorry.”
but.
“I have to do it.”
You can’t give up.
You can’t back down. Even at the risk of his death, Kyle had to accomplish this feat. This was something that could not be compromised, but Kyle did not think Sarah would understand him.
“so···.”
This is the moment when Kyle tries to speak.
“really.”
Sarah interrupted Kyle.
She grabbed Kyle by the collar and pulled him. After a moment of silence, Sarah let out her suffocating breath with a shuddering sound.
“It’s like this.”
Sarah snapped with a slightly red face.
“This is happening, how can I stop it?”
I know. I know.
Sarah muttered.
“I know it won’t work if I stop you, and I know Kyle has to do it here.”
I overheard Raniel’s story from the future.
I heard about the hell she went through.
When Sarah heard it all, and saw her broken down and pleading in front of Kyle, Sarah couldn’t bear to blame Raniel.
‘Even now···.’
It still is.
Sarah is suffering because she cannot blame anyone or make excuses for someone. Sarada has repeatedly blamed someone and run away. However, what remains at the end is responsibility for the things you have ignored.
I survived the encounter with the devil.
I owed many things to Raniel.
He lived with his eyes turned away from his duties.
In this situation where Sarah survived and reached the end, she could no longer blame anyone. In the end, Sarah spoke out of desperation, holding on to Kyle’s collar.
“Still, I hope Kyle doesn’t die.”
“···that.”
“I know it’s far-fetched. “But I’m going to force it.”
Sarah said, choking back tears.
“Why are you going to die so easily? You can’t die here. “I will somehow keep you alive.”
“… That’s a pretty impressive confession.”
Sara covered Kyle’s mouth, which was muttering something unfashionable, with her lips again, then let out a long breath and let go of Kyle. Then he pushed Kyle’s back and said.
“Take the lead.”
“Sarah, you are blessed here…”
“Why would someone who reads a lot of fairy tales say that?”
Sarah smiled mischievously.
“The place a saint should stand is next to God and next to the warrior. “She stays in the background and recites prayers or shoots arrows, which is the role of the supporting actors.”
I am different from Remia.
I am next to Kyle right now.
‘I won, you slut.’
Sarah mumbled to herself and stood next to Kyle. We walked together toward the wilderness where black rain was pouring down. afraid. Although she was scared as hell, Sarah thought she was okay for now.
At least once.
It’s tiring to play a role like this all your life.
At least once, I thought I wanted to become a saint in a fairy tale. Sarah held Kyle’s free hand tightly with her trembling hand.
“Let’s go, warrior.”
Let’s go write a fairy tale.
3.
The pouring rain became heavier.
The rain, which had been colored black, had now turned into pure water and poured down in a soggy manner. The two people standing right in the wilderness raised their heads and looked up at the sky.
The sky is dyed black.
The sky is covered with scum.
This is the second time I have encountered the sky. In the face of an omen of a huge disaster… the two looked at each other.
Nod.
Sarah nodded and let go of Kyle’s hand. Kyle took another step forward, and Sarah placed her palms together and said her prayer.
“God desires…”
It is a prayer that I could not memorize at the time.
Sarah at that time was unable to fulfill her duties as a saint because she was too scared to run away and God did not respond.
“A miracle here.”
But not now.
Sarah is reciting a prayer. It’s okay if the stars don’t answer your prayers. You don’t need to give any starlight. She truly thought so.
I no longer sing for God.
I no longer pray to God.
He will sing only for Kyle, and he will consider him his god. Paradoxically, that is why Sarah’s divinity (??) responded to her prayers.
It is not the platinum-colored starlight that blooms.
What is rising is a cluster of pure white light.
It was only through Sarah’s own power that she gave Kyle her blessing. Kyle smiled as he looked at the pure white particles inhabiting his body.
“Thank you, Sarah.”
Kyle spread his hands wide.
Kyle stretched out his outstretched hand.
Kyle closed his eyes, listening to the sound of pouring rain. What comes to mind is the sword within (?).
It takes the shape of a holy sword.
This is the sword I have held for the past several years.
Kyle held the sword tightly. The hand was clearly grasping the air, but the familiar feeling of the hilt of the sword remained in the grip. Kyle opened his closed eyes.
I hold a holy sword in my hand.
An empty sword sheath hangs on his waist.
Kyle unsheathed the knife and threw it on the floor. This sword I drew today will never go back into its sheath. Kyle, prepared for the end, let out a long breath.
The rain continued to pour.
Rainwater flowed along the furrows.
The water flowed and became a river. The water that flowed along the remains of the long-lost kingdom began to stir.
And then, the attack.
Something shot out of the water.
The black sky shook and something crashed. There was a series of ups and downs. The spherical water that connected to the earth, to the sky, and then to the earth took the form of something.
A demon (?) who lost his right to be king.
A collection of curses made up of thousands and tens of thousands of hands appeared here.
Squeak, little geek■■■■■■. ■■■■■■■■Geek.
A creaking and tearing sound was heard.
As the world was collapsing, Kyle, standing straight on the ground, twisted the corner of his mouth. In the past, he missed the sword and ran away unsightly…
‘Not now.’
What I threw away was a scabbard, and what I held in my hand was a sharply forged sword.
Kuuk.
Kyle took a stance, holding the knife tightly.
To achieve a feat that was once ignored, to prove that you have changed from then, and to show those who are watching you now.
“A hero is a being created by the world.”
“If someone finds comfort in seeing him, if the path he walks is correct, if he wants to bring light back to everyone.”
To become a warrior as defined by the first warrior.
“He is a hero.”
Kyle Torben held his sword.
“I am.”
Kyle raised his sword.
“I am Kyle Torben.”
The tip of the sword was aimed at the false god who had come down to the world.
“Remember. “It is the name of the human who killed you.”
The shade flooded.
A small star shone in the overflowing shadows.
A star that is small but will never be obscured.
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fantasy,
