735. Summary (3)
“Dave······!!”
As we entered the office inside the restaurant, guided by Al, Marie and Forrest, who had been talking with serious expressions, suddenly got up and called Oliver.
They looked like they had seen a ghost. They didn’t mean it in a bad way. They were just that surprised.
That’s understandable, because Oliver, who had uncovered the royal army’s ugly secret in one day, liberated Landa, and defeated the puppets that had attacked the magic tower, suddenly appeared.
Anyway, Forrest and Marie suddenly disappeared, and they looked very surprised when Oliver suddenly appeared.
“Hello, Forest. Hello, Marie. Hello, both of you.”
Oliver waved his hand in greeting, seemingly unaware of their feelings.
“No······this······. Aha······.”
Forrest sighed at the sight of Oliver, who was about to say something, and Marie also looked at Oliver without saying anything.
I wondered if he was hurt anywhere. Fortunately, she couldn’t find any, and at the same time, she felt relieved and began to watch Oliver’s expression again.
It was a given.
Because she had just faced Oliver’s confusion and anger firsthand just a few days ago.
Oliver suffered from the fact that he was the Prince of Hell, denied himself, and expressed his resentment and anger at his fate.
Isn’t this too much? I wasn’t born this way.
Marie agreed with that. It was true.
Just as it is not something to be despised to be born poor, it is also not right to bear a heavier burden than others because you were born in a high place.
But Marie denied this fact and treated Oliver in a way he most hated: for her own self-satisfaction.
In her last conversation with Oliver, Marie realized how irresponsible her actions had been, and that was why she could not look Oliver in the face at this moment.
Just like this······.
Percussion.
An awkward but affectionate hand was placed on Marie’s shoulder, who had her head bowed with her eyes closed.
A surprised Marie opened her eyes, raised her head, and met Oliver’s eyes, who was looking at her.
I thought it was my imagination, but somehow it seemed like he was smiling. At least he was trying to smile.
“Could you please wait a moment? I have something to say to Forest first.”
“······.”
“I would appreciate it if you could answer.”
“yes······.”
Marie answered as if possessed by something.
Oliver turned his gaze towards Forrest.
“I don’t think it’s that late.”
“what?”
“Doing a good deed. Looking outside, it doesn’t seem that late.”
“ah······.”
Forrest, who understood what was being said, let out an exclamation without realizing it.
Before Oliver attacked the Royal Army in City Hall, Forrest had said the following:
‘The adults told me to live a good life. I used to think that was nonsense, but now that I’m older, I understand a little bit why. I wish I had lived a little better… Do you think it’s too late?’
He feels guilty and inferior to Oliver, who likes him but is disappointed in his own sins.
Forrest foolishly realized the need to live a good life only after he got to this age.
It’s not about suppressing yourself for others, but about becoming more confident as yourself. But it’s too late.
Forrest shook his head.
“It wasn’t me who thought of it, it was Al who thought of it. It has nothing to do with me.”
“I wouldn’t have even tried it if Mr. Forest hadn’t allowed me to do so. It was Mr. Forest who hired Mr. Al and put him in charge of the restaurant.”
“······What happened?”
Forrest asked, noticing the atmosphere had changed since the last time he had seen her. She had become much calmer.
Oliver shrugged.
“Just a little······. Can I ask you a favor?”
“Tell me.”
“Could you please go to Room 444 of the Cross King Hotel and collect Mr. Kent’s body?”
“cant······.?”
“Yes, the body is intact and intact. In fact, I wanted to collect it, but that seemed selfish. No matter how I think about it, I think it’s right for Forest and his poor brothers to give it a proper funeral.”
Forrest stumbled for a moment.
In some ways, it was wrong.
A broker is someone who connects violence and death.
That is why the life of a broker was close to death. This was not only for him, but also for those around him.
So, to stagger over someone’s death was not only unprofessional, but also immoral.
Forest knew this too. But he was surprised.
Kent was a friend before he was a broker. A friend who had been separated for decades and reconciled with him. That friend was dead.
“He died because of me. He said it wasn’t him.”
Oliver said to the shocked Forrest.
Forrest said nothing.
“Even if you resent me-”
“-I don’t blame you······. I don’t blame you. That guy wouldn’t want that either. Absolutely not.”
Forrest took a moment to collect his thoughts.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, please.”
After permission was granted, Forrest gathered his outerwear and tried to leave the office, past Oliver.
As Forrest passed by, Oliver caught him.
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“Probably, it will be confusing and sad. The poor brothers whom Mr. Kent was in charge of.”
“······.”
“It’s just like that.”
Oliver looked at Forrest’s face and spoke, and Forrest thought for a moment and nodded.
Forrest left the office, leaving Oliver and Marie alone in the office.
“Would you like a drink?”
Oliver casually picked up the bottle of liquor on the desk and poured it into a crystal glass.
Instead of answering, Marie said something else. It seemed like she knew something.
“Oliver······. Will you stop the apocalypse?”
“The alcohol tastes good.”
“Would you go against fate?”
“Marie, do you want me to follow my fate?”
“I hope you escape from fate!”
Marie shouted without realizing it. What did she want Oliver to do?
At one time, and even now, Marie thought Oliver was a god, but paradoxically, she wanted Oliver to escape from his fate.
When he came to Wineham to rescue them, he realized how selfish it was.
Although Oliver enjoyed a peaceful time in Landa, he had to endure hardship and suffering to save those who arbitrarily worshipped him as gods.
Even after coming over to Landa, we could see how much Oliver suffered every time he realized his fate.
Then, a devil appeared in front of Marie.
A woman riding a camel appears through the darkness.
She told Marie about Oliver’s absurd, absurd, and painful fate. That fate was just as Ewan had said.
It was literally unreasonable, absurd, and painful to pass on to a child an ordeal that even gods, angels, and adults could not handle.
That’s why Marie now wanted Oliver to run away.
Because she saw how much he was suffering, Marie wanted Oliver to be at ease and not suffer any longer.
Even if the result was the end of the world. That’s why the black magicians of the Black Hand who came to visit didn’t refuse and kept a certain distance. In order to use them if necessary.
“Aren’t you worried about the others? Those who have received Marie’s teachings.”
“······Those who choose will agree with my opinion.”
“I’m asking Marie’s thoughts towards them, not theirs.”
“······.”
“Did the time spent with them mean nothing to Marie?”
Oliver looked at Marie. He could see not only her appearance but also the sins she had committed.
It is true that he tried to persuade and pressure people to spread the religion he created on his own. However, it is also true that he helped people in need in the process.
Orphans, single mothers, the sick, the elderly. Those who received help followed Marie’s teachings wholeheartedly.
“These were days filled with sin. As Oliver said······. I simply consumed and used you for my own satisfaction.”
“I forgive you.”
Oliver said without a moment’s hesitation.
Marie stuttered.
“And I, for my own vanity and satisfaction, have rejected, coaxed, and subjugated those who did not follow the teachings······. I, I am a sinner. For my own satisfaction, to prove that I am special, I have done whatever I could without thinking of Oliver······.”
“number of animals.”
As Marie confessed her sins and began to slowly break down, Oliver called out to her in a calm voice.
At that voice, the eyes that looked like they would shed tears at any moment and the face that looked like it would collapse regained stability.
Marie looked at Oliver with her eyes and face, and Oliver looked at Marie with her eyes and face and asked.
“Do you love me?”
Do you love yourself?
Marie froze for a moment and couldn’t answer.
As if I had been caught in a crime that I absolutely could not have been caught in.
At that moment, when Marie was unable to respond or take any action, Oliver took off the leather mask he was wearing. With that, Oliver’s real face was revealed.
A young face that still had not yet completely lost its boyish charm. However, strangely enough, there was an indescribable depth embedded in that young face.
Something that has gone through countless storms, but has not become weaker, but stronger.
“ah······.”
Marie, who saw Oliver’s bare face, unconsciously took a step back like a sinner, and Oliver approached Marie.
Then he spread his arms and hugged her.
Huh······.
Very gently. Marie’s stiff body became even stiffer.
“Thank you, Marie. For loving me. I truly appreciate the love you have bestowed on me.”
Marie’s frozen body relaxed at Oliver’s whisper.
“But that’s why I wish Marie didn’t just love me. I wish she loved others too. Those who loved you, who risked their lives to protect you until the end. I wish she could find joy in that.”
Marie’s eyes, which had opened wide in surprise, began to fill with tears again, and then a single tear flowed down.
Marie, who felt something from those tears, mustered up a desperate force deep in her heart to break away from Oliver’s embrace and confess her greed and desires.
“I, I······. I just want you to be happy. I want you to not be in pain anymore. The devil told me. The lady riding the camel.”
“What did she say?”
“Whether you follow fate or go against it, there is only suffering. Getting closer to fate itself is suffering for you. I hope you do not suffer like that.”
Marie pleaded with tears.
Oliver looked at Marie silently, then opened his mouth.
“My fate is certainly a painful fate. But it is no longer painful, because I have decided to accept it.”
“······.”
“I love you, Marie. At least I try to love you. So Marie.”
Oliver held Marie with both hands and straightened her up from her bending down.
Marie stood up straight under Oliver’s gentle touch.
“Will you help me? I will love you.”
***
After talking with Marie.
Oliver asked Al to get him a nice bottle of wine and a small free meal and left the Forest Restaurant.
Oliver visited Area X in that state. He met Joe from the Fighter Crew and Captain Hook, who was staying there for a while, and had a brief conversation.
After talking to them, I went to the Z District Development Opposition Committee and met briefly with the person I needed to meet.
“Mr. Bartholomew.”
“······.”
After having a meaningful conversation there, Oliver visits Area X again. He visits an abandoned building that has not been touched by redevelopment among the areas of Area X that have been reborn through redevelopment.
It was an abandoned hospital with an old fence. Oliver entered through a side door at the back of the fence, then went into the basement through a large door next to the warehouse.
As he entered the basement, darkness greeted Oliver, followed shortly by the stench of rotting corpses, skeletons, half-decayed bodies, and maggots.
Oliver continued past them and into the hallway on the right.
As we continued on through the missing corridor, a large room appeared there.
Even though a considerable amount of time had passed, there were still numerous corpses piled up.
Among the corpses, one was sitting leaning against the altar with one arm blown off.
“It’s been a while, Master.”
Oliver greeted the corpse with one arm missing, then took out the food and drinks he had brought earlier and placed them in front of the corpse.
The wine was poured into cups and the food was placed on plates. With great care.
Then Oliver sat down comfortably facing the corpse and took a book out of his bosom.
It was a book that I was interested in at one time, but at some point I suddenly lost interest in it.
The devil’s book he received from Edith. Oliver started reading it.
When I first received the book containing the description of the devil, there was more blank space than text, but now there was more text.
Oliver read the contents of the book one by one, having eaten the same devil’s book and filled it with content.
Flapping. Flapping. Flapping.
The book contained stories about demons, and every time I read it, I got a headache and my eyes started to hurt.
My vision gradually darkened, perhaps because my eyes were sore.
But Oliver continued reading, and the letters in the book began to appear densely and rearrange themselves in his darkening vision.
It was as if each and every letter was dancing with a will of its own.
The rearranged letters formed a pattern, and the pattern soon rose up to form a shape.
widely.
At that moment, Oliver closed the book and looked ahead.
Something stood where the shape made of letters had been.
A small horse made of rotten flesh and skull, and an old man with hair and a beard made of entrails riding on it. Incidentally, Joseph’s corpse seemed to form the old man’s skeleton.
Oliver looked down and examined the drinks and food laid out in front of Joseph.
The alcohol and food had completely disappeared as if someone had eaten them.
Oliver, who had confirmed that, looked up again and looked at the old man on horseback.
“hello?”
