Chapter 204 – 204. 18-year-old dark spirit
As I sat down, glasses and bottles flew towards us.
The dark spirit motioned for me to start with a drink, but I shook my head.
“Time is not worth spending while drunk.”
After hesitating for a moment at my words, the dark spirit sighed and returned the bottle and glass to their original places.
Then, perhaps because there was nothing else to do, the dark spirit suddenly blurted out a word in the awkward atmosphere.
“Did Han Xiao take it well?”
It didn’t seem that curious.
Anyway, it answers the question.
“Yes, he said that as a warrior, he would fight against the great evil until the end.”
He thanked him again, but the dark spirit had a subtle expression on his face.
“Is that really possible?”
“… … .”
“I understand your judgment that we are fake. But that ultimately means that we are beings created by Learic.”
Since Learic established the Nightmare Hall, they are ultimately just beings created by Learic.
“Can we really stand against Learic?”
It wasn’t wrong.
Yeah, honestly.
“It would be impossible.”
It was clearly impossible.
The arch-demon of deception has probably done this many times.
Many hot girls must have stayed in room 110. Each time, they may have been caught up in Learic’s tricks and a murderous drama could have been enacted in which they killed each other.
There may have been times when people tried to fight against the Great Evil, just like we do now.
“It is impossible to beat Learic now in the first place. “I have no soul or Holy Grail to deal with.”
“Holy Grail?”
He reacts to the Holy Grail with an expression of annoyance, but continues by adding that it is no big deal.
“But the good news is that Learic is not a battle-obsessed archdemon.”
They are not the type of people who feel satisfied through battle, such as Valkyria, the arch-demon of struggle, and Dune, the arch-demon of pride.
Rather, Learic was the type of person who found excitement and pleasure in deceiving and deceiving others.
“Even so, if you don’t suit, won’t you just kill everyone?”
That might have been a possibility.
If Learic were human.
What I learned while fighting the four great devils this time was that although they were fanatically obsessed with what they wanted, they didn’t really care much about anything else.
“It is not my life that Learic wants. “He just wants me to follow the conclusion of the dream battle he has prepared.”
“hmm.”
“So, on the other hand, you can give him an ending he doesn’t want.”
“An ending he doesn’t want?”
“I’ll explain later.”
There was no need to explain it now, and wouldn’t it have been a waste of time?
The dark spirit didn’t ask any further questions to see if he understood my intentions.
Then a moment of silence came again. To the dark spirit who can’t keep still, I naturally take out a black jewel from my arms and hand it to him.
“This… … .”
The Remegeton that the dark spirit had been searching for so long. This was something I got as soon as I arrived at Mongmajeon. Now I know that this isn’t real either, but some kind of imitation that can only be used here.
The dark spirit who reached out to the Lemegeton noticed that it resonated with him and swallowed his saliva.
He was seeing the effects of injecting himself with the blood of the girl in the story who had hoped for Remegeton.
“It really existed.”
Even as she says that, a bitter aftertaste wets the tail of her words.
She finally got hold of the treasure she had been longing for, but the fact that it was all just an illusion was making her feel despondent.
“I have actually handled the Lemegeton several times. “You can think of it as being completely identical to that.”
“You’ve actually handled the Lemegeton? So you’re saying you found it?”
“Thanks to that, I was able to have you as my teacher.”
She said in a light tone, saying that only then did she understand why she had me as her student.
I take a deep breath and open my mouth to her.
“It may be selfish, but I have a personal request to make.”
Although I knew that what I was about to do from now on would be quite cruel to the dark spirit next to me.
“Can you tell me a story?”
“story?”
Still, there was a story that only she could hear now.
“This is the story of the relationship between me and you that began with this jewel given to me by the great devil of deception.”
I told our story, which was surprisingly long.
* * *
Deeeeenn!
The long ringing sound of the bell announced that another day had passed.
My throat was sore because I had said so many strange things, but I did not leave my seat and waited for the dark spirit.
He learned that the Lemegeton he had been searching for was actually a means of playing a prank on the Great Devil.
The dark spirit himself also told me that he would vaguely regret the path he was taking as a necromancer in the future.
finally.
I found out about my own death.
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It may have been quite a difficult story for an 18-year-old dark spirit to accept, but I told him the whole story without hesitation.
The dark spirit and the many stories I experienced.
In the end, he was with me longer than anyone else. Her story about someone who is the same person as her, but also someone else.
“… … .”
She lowered her head and her face was hidden by her hair. Many thoughts will come to mind.
They could have vented resentment toward themselves for dying in vain, or they could have been angry at me for casually bringing up such a cruel story.
“why.”
What came back to me after assuming so many possibilities.
It contained low-key, gloomy emotions, but it was still a determination not to back down.
“Did you tell me that?”
It was the right question.
There was no need to tell the current dark spirit this cruel truth.
Rather, it was okay to lie so bluntly and tell people not to worry because they were living well.
but.
“I needed to tell you. “Then you’ll tell me something about yourself.”
In order to hear the story about the dark spirit, I needed to tell the story about myself and her.
As if he didn’t like that answer, the dark spirit clenched his fist and slammed the table.
The impact was so great that the surrounding dishes and food shook. The purple mana in my hand flickers like a flame.
“therefore. Why do you need that? “Why should you listen to my story?”
The dark spirit was already anticipating my answer.
Reddened eyes.
A sound of breath being choked with heavy emotions.
Although everything showed how distressed she was right now.
I calmly closed my eyes and gave the answer.
“This is to find out what the dark spirit is hiding from me.”
This is the dark spirit person I’m talking about here.
The 18-year-old dark spirit was furious as he gritted his teeth because he knew it was not referring to him.
“Are you thinking of me as just a tool?! Just to use it? To better understand the true dark spirit you speak of! “You’re saying you’re going to use me!”
It fit exactly.
That’s why I didn’t deny it.
“It’s not wrong.”
The dark spirit I knew often seemed shaken.
There were times when he looked skeptical about the necromancy I was dealing with, and there were times when he disappeared for a few days and then quietly came back.
Then suddenly.
One day indeed.
There was a time when I worried that she might disappear like that.
“Through you, I want to understand more about dark spirits that I don’t know about.”
“If you look at her, she’s just like me! “It’s something that will disappear anyway!”
There were some things in common.
An 18-year-old dark spirit who can only exist in the nightmare world.
And one day, the dark spirit has to close his eyes and go into rest.
but.
“That’s why.”
“… … what?”
“The day of rest when the dark spirit closes his eyes. To comfort her and give her a proper send off.”
“… … .”
“I need to understand her.”
The necromancy shown by the 18-year-old dark spirit was completely different from the dark spirit I knew.
The cruel aspect of treating a truly soul as a mere tool. A heartless witch who aggressively takes the lives of her opponents.
The Dark Spirit kept this past hidden from me so that it would not be discovered. I cowardly planned to uncover the secret in this way.
“And this is also to remember you.”
“… … .”
Why do I have to be so cruel to her?
In the end, it is to give meaning to her vain life, which can only exist in the dream world and whose time is fixed like Cinderella’s glass slipper.
“I will not make you a meaningless being here.”
“Ahhh.”
“This is the only tribute I can give you.”
At some point, the dark spirit seemed to be unable to control the tears that flowed as he covered his eyes with both hands.
I acted as if I had to endure cruelty and reveal everything for the sake of the dark spirit master I knew.
He said it as if he was asking him to sacrifice himself for the real dark spirit.
On one hand, you could say he is a cruel man.
As someone who carries the name of memorial service.
This was the only thing I could do for the 18-year-old dark spirit in front of me.
It will disappear, though.
leave a trace
Just as Han So died as a military god.
I hoped the dark spirit would close his eyes like that too.
“Dog, bastard.”
I do not deny that it is an act that will draw resentment.
“I didn’t want that.”
I knew I was being selfish by saying it was for the benefit of the Dark Spirit.
“What influences my present self and my future self… … Is that the meaning of my existence? “That’s what I meant?!”
I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do other than that.
“That’s just your way of comforting me? “Leaving my mark?”
The dark spirit, who continued to shed tears, slowly curls up.
Many emotions were rising from my trembling shoulders, but the tears did not stop in the end.
Still, she suppresses her sobs and glares at me.
“you… … .”
Taking a deep breath.
“I hate you so much, Deius Verdi.”
The dark spirit vomits a voice of resentment towards me.
“I hate you so much for making me discover this cruel truth. I hate you! The value of my existence can only end there! “I didn’t want you to know!”
But other than this, there was nothing the 18-year-old dark spirit could do to leave a trace on the outside world.
It wasn’t enough to simply bury it in my heart.
What if this girl has influence on the real dark spirit?
In the end, I wondered if the 18-year-old girl in front of me would remain in the real world.
“Cold-blooded bastard.”
“Even if it hurts me, I wanted to give you a chance.”
It doesn’t just disappear in vain.
An opportunity to leave something behind as an 18-year-old dark spirit.
“To me, you are also a dark spirit.”
“shit.”
The resentment towards me and the painful struggle of learning the truth continued a little longer.
But it was only a little.
“… … .”
When all the feelings of resentment finally come to an end.
“Please.”
There was only a handful of the girl’s sincere gratitude left there for remembering her.
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