Chapter 2. Pouring water into the hole. (2)
Unlike my younger brother, he had the keen sense to recognize my identity.
The boy hurriedly pulled his sister’s body and hid it behind him. Then he bowed deeply.
“Please forgive my younger brother’s rudeness. He is still a child.”
It was a very earnest and trembling voice.
‘Indeed, Abel Kindreal.’
There is probably no one in the territory who does not know my notoriety. Even a boy who appears to be still in his mid-teens would fall for me like this.
‘Do you think we can accommodate you?’
I slowly approached the two siblings with a person in mind.
“…….”
The body of the boy, who was standing there as if protecting his younger sister, stiffened. I extended my hand toward the girl standing behind the boy.
The moment the boy closed his eyes tightly,
“You have eyes to see.”
I gently stroked the girl’s head. And she walked straight past her siblings.
“Huh!”
The sound of the boy taking a deep breath was heard behind him.
“Oppa, what’s wrong?”
“……No, it’s nothing.”
The conversation between the two siblings gradually became quieter.
“hmm.”
I walked, looking around carefully. In particular, I paid attention to people entering Magna Morten or walking out of it.
‘Roughly seven or eight.’
This is the number of people who passed by during the short period of time crossing the bridge.
“Let’s come again next time.”
“Uncle Denver, hello….”
Most of them were bereaved families, and they often came in groups with their families.
“Hmm.”
Or there was a woman walking alone, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.
I stared at the back of the woman who was sobbing and walking away.
In the original work, the first person to hold the Requiem was a widow who lost her husband early on and visited Magna Morten.
She, who had never held a sword in her life, instantly annihilated several nearby houses.
‘The widow’s name did not appear in the original work.’
Therefore, it was not possible to accurately identify the person who first held the Requiem.
‘There’s no point in looking for it.’
Because if that person is not there at that moment, Requiem will attract someone else to control me.
‘It might be best to make this a no-go zone.’
As soon as I finished thinking, I reached the end of the bridge.
“Is it this place?”
The end of the bridge was in contact with a large island, and the entire island was surrounded by a huge dome-shaped building.
As I entered, a graveyard with a majestic atmosphere greeted me. It was gradually divided into sections by year, and a monument was erected in each section so that the period could be identified.
“Huh.”
I sighed when I saw the wide-open compartment.
As far as I know, the population of our territory is about 5,000. But there are so many tombstones.
‘This is a bit too much.’
I heard that there were many deaths, but I didn’t know it would be this bad. It was no exaggeration to say that this Obest territory was built on their deaths.
‘Really… … ‘It’s terrible.’
So how can a Requiem not happen?
The places where the swords of the four seasons occur are closely related to their characteristics. The Obest Territory was a place that suited the Requiem, the sword of death, very well.
‘And the rest of the swords… … .’
In my head, I thought of the remaining swords of the four seasons that appeared in the original work.
One will appear in the South and one will appear in the North. The other one… … okay,
‘It was in the capital of the empire.’
We already know when and where those swords appear. But I haven’t decided what to do with them yet.
‘For now, let’s get our hands on the Requiem and think about it.’
With that in mind, I slowly made my way to the center of the compartment. In the center of the building surrounded by a dome, there was a tower so tall that it could be seen from a castle.
A sentence was engraved on the pillar of the tower in powerful handwriting.
[Beyond death.]
I stood in front of that monument and smiled bitterly.
‘It’s all just a lie to me too.’
The dead don’t come back. Even though they built such a pious and magnificent structure, their souls have already left this world.
‘This is just a form of consolation for the bereaved family.’
For those who remain, this kind of consolation cannot be a solution. It’s just part of an effort to appease their minds a little.
“Ugh, uhuhuh.”
“Keuhehehehehe.”
Because of this, the inside of Magna Morten was filled with the sobs of the bereaved families.
I glanced at the bereaved families who were crying and hugging each other. The number of blocks they were standing in caught my eye.
‘1378.’
Just 3 years ago. It was a short time to accept the fact that I would never be able to see my loved one.
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Laughter is contagious. And the same was true for crying, which had the opposite nature.
The bereaved families standing in another, older section were relatively calm. However, their eyes were also red as they looked at the crying bereaved families.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t sad. I just got used to it.
They were spending their time comforting each other in their own way or swallowing tears.
but.
“omg!”
“Master Abel?”
“Why is he here….”
The bereaved family members looked around without thinking and found me.
“Hiccup.”
Starting from someone’s hiccups,
“Turn it off, turn it off.”
“Sigh.”
Everyone covered their mouths to muffle their cries. And desperately turned away from me.
“…….”
My presence was driving away the sadness that filled Magna Morten. It was an unintended comforting effect.
‘I feel like a messenger bringing death.’
In fact, when thinking about Abel’s future, there was some sense in which it made sense.
I passed by the bereaved families with an expressionless face.
“Whew….”
Sighs of relief flowed behind me. The bereaved family quickly wiped away their tears and slowly began to leave Magna Morten.
While I was wandering around creating a no-man’s land,
“hmm?”
I found a girl. She was a girl with braided auburn hair and wearing simple white clothes.
“Whoa….”
She was crouching in front of the tombstone and opening a bottle of alcohol.
Was he eighteen years old? A blush was noticeable on Sun’s still immature cheeks.
I soon revised my previous impressions.
‘Maybe it’s not flushing, but intoxication.’
It was clear to see that the neck was starting to turn red.
She constantly tilted a bottle of alcohol the size of her face to her mouth. Judging from the strong smell coming all the way up here, it seemed like it wasn’t an ordinary alcohol with a high alcohol content.
‘Could it be that, Fire Brandy?’
It was not difficult to detect the identity of the drink.
Its nickname is Dragon’s Breath.
‘It’s not something a girl that size should drink alone.’
That’s the alcohol that mercenaries drink after committing their first murder to forget the memories of that day. There is a rumor that after drinking one drink, you can turn into a dog and completely forget yourself.
Gulp, gulp.
I kept hearing the sound of alcohol going down my throat.
The girl didn’t become a dog, but she didn’t seem to have complete control over herself either. I just take one bite, and then another, of Firebrandy, as if I’m on something.
The girl held a bottle of alcohol in one hand and swiped her mouth with the other.
“ha…….”
A sorrowful sigh came out like a whisper. If you are weak to alcohol, you might get drunk by breathing that breath.
‘Did the manager let that thing in?’
Seeing that there was no special baggage around the girl, it seemed like she had been hiding it in her arms.
“Oh my… it’s started again.”
“It’s the anniversary soon.”
“It seemed a little quiet, but I guess I got sick again.”
Other bereaved family members around them whispered quietly. It seemed like it hadn’t been a day or two since that girl had been blowing her nose in front of the tombstone like this.
“Go and try to stop him…”
“Leave me alone. When I do that, I don’t listen to anyone.”
“Didn’t you hear that Old Man Nils’ head broke while he was trying to take that bottle?”
Moreover, he seemed to have a temperament that made him lose his control when drunk.
I was curious, but at the same time, I had a feeling that if I got involved, I would get tired.
“…….”
I pretended to pass by her and looked at the tombstone in front of me.
[1345-1380. 4. 5. Lucas, Alessia’s husband and Melina’s father. Sleep here.]
Beneath it, a short congratulatory message for his death was engraved.
[I will not forget his hard work dedicated to protecting the territory. Diego Kindreal.]
I stopped on the spot.
Alessia’s husband and Melina’s father.
‘no way!’
I stared at the girl’s face like a tomato about to explode.
Crying in front of this monument means family. Considering Lucas’ age, which can be guessed from the headstone, and the girl’s age… … .
‘Is this woman, Alessia’s daughter, Melina?’
Alessia Skuzen.
A blacksmith born once every few hundred years, blessed with the ‘Guardian’s Hand’. In the original work, she created legendary armor for the main character, Cain.
And I was planning on intercepting that armor and getting my hands on it. To block Requiem’s murderous intent and whispers.
‘I was planning on going to see you anyway.’
Of course, I already knew where Alessia lived. It had been a long time since I had put all the information about the territory into my head.
If this girl is really Alessia’s daughter, there may be something she can use.
‘however… … Was he originally this kind of character?
Melina in the original was a lively and spirited girl. She pushed Cain on his back as he wandered in search of a forge, enough to take him directly to her mother’s forge.
‘I think the hair color is right.’
I couldn’t be sure based on appearance alone. Worst of all, it was difficult to talk to Seoseul, who kept pouring me drinks.
So, I just stood next to him and waited. How long had it been since I observed the girl’s loud drinking scene?
bang.
The girl slammed the bottle down on the floor. She said it made quite a loud noise, but probably because the bottle was sturdy, it didn’t break.
“Sigh.”
More than that, I listened to the sounds coming out of the girl’s clenched teeth.
Tears flowed down the girl’s closed eyes. The water flowing down his motionless cheek looked extremely sad.
“Sigh.”
At that moment, the girl was crying more sadly and sorrowfully than anyone else here.
Meanwhile,
“Tsk…….”
Suddenly, the girl’s body tilted forward. Just before she hit her head on her tombstone,
“careful.”
My hand reached out reflexively. The girl’s forehead was wrapped in my palm.
“Huh.”
The girl didn’t even seem to know whether the place where her forehead was touching was a tombstone, a wall, or a person’s hand. I just shed silent tears.
Before I knew it, my once dry palms had become moist with moisture.
“Tsk.”
I slowly pushed out my palm and straightened the girl’s body.
“here.”
Then he held out the handkerchief he was carrying in his arms.
“…….”
The girl focused her blurry gaze on the handkerchief, then lifted it towards me.
The girl’s eyes were like a gray sky filled with dark clouds. Gloomy and wet.
“……?”
A look in his eyes that asks why he is giving this to himself. She was so drunk that she didn’t recognize the person standing in front of her.
‘If you weren’t a child, you wouldn’t know me.’
I spoke briefly in a calm voice.
“Write.”
A ripple spread across the girl’s eyes as if it was unexpected. Eventually, she bowed her head and took the handkerchief I held out.
“Thank you.”
A voice without any sadness came out.
fantasy,
