My Viins Episode 267


    51. Farewell to the truth (9)


    Ugh.


    The Dream Gate sent me and Ellen back to our room. Then, as if it had done its job, it disappeared in an instant.


    A gloomy afternoon with snow and wind knocking on the windows. The son-inw was silent as if nothing had happened.


    “……trunnion.”


    Wiping her tear-stained face with her sleeve, Ellen reached out to me. A trembling hand gripped the hem of the tunic.


    “It wasn’t on purpose.”


    “Ellen.”


    “Really. I was just trying to scare you. I had no intention of killing him.”


    “stop. stop.”


    He held the boy’s hand and shook his head.


    “Either you killed him or he died because of you.”


    He looked down at his blue eyes and said forcefully.


    “In the end, Daria is dead. You have to take that responsibility.”


    Ellen pursed her lips, then wiped her eyes and shut her mouth.


    “Maybe… it might be because of me.”


    I mumbled softly and wiped away the boy’s tears.


    “If you had paid a little more attention to those around you… then you could have prevented that terrible thing.”


    “No you. No, I-”


    When my palm touched my cheek, Ellen carefully grabbed my hand. And he looked up at me with sad eyes.


    “Wait a minute… I misjudged. So angry and blinded by jealousy.”


    “I always did.”


    “……uh?”


    “I always…


    choose my words for a moment before opening my mouth again.


    “Yes, I have been driving misfortune.”


    “Unhappiness?”


    “huh. Even people who lived happily without any incident suffered bad things whenever they got involved with me. Nephew, senior, two fathers, girlfriends… all of them.”


    “Poi what the hell does that mean?”


    “At first I thought I was just out of luck. But since that happened two or three times, I vaguely understood it. Something is wrong with me.”


    “That is nonsense. Poi I-”


    I continued with a sigh as Ellen stuttered with her brows narrowed.


    “We shouldn’t be together.”


    “no. It’s not poi.”


    “Go to the pce.”


    “Please forgive me.”


    “……Forgiveness?”


    Grabbing her wrist, she gently pushed Ellen away.


    “No, Ellen. This is not such a problem.” “what?”


    “I am saddened that Daria died, and the fact that it was you who killed her is unbearably painful and angry, but… I was choked up, so I


    cleared my throat for a while and continued.


    “I have no right to criticize you.”


    Since when? I’ve given up counting how many people I’ve killed.


    Thest time I counted was about 200 people about two months ago. Most of them were murderers, gangsters, or thieves, but there were also many innocent ones.


    Yes, I have a piece of shit all over my body. Who would be offended by such a subject?


    “Again, I am not the one you need to ask for forgiveness from. Daria is dead.”


    Ellen couldn’t answer and just sobbed.


    He kissed her forehead briefly, where the sweet scent flowed. As I buried the tip of my nose between my hair, the subtle scent of lime filled my chest.


    “Go to the pce.”


    “trunnion.”


    “We need… time. You have to get yourself back and I


    have to figure out a way to keep you.”


    “I was always me and you still protect me well enough.”


    “no. it is not so.”


    “that’s right. That’s right…


    Ellen burst into tears again and grabbed the tunic and brushed me off.


    “That’s right *hehe* please. Please don’t do this.”


    “Ellen.”


    “The pce and even the pce have no meaning without you, but if you abandon me like this-”


    “Ellen.”


    He brushed his bangs up and kissed his bare forehead this time.


    “How am I going to let you go?”


    “trunnion.”


    “I’m not asking you to pay for it, I’m not punishing you. Because I have no right to judge you. This is just a necessary measure.”


    “But but.”


    “stop.”


    It was hard to watch Ellen cry.


    “This is the best I can do.”


    I kissed his forehead again and stood up.


    “……trunnion?”


    “Prepare to leave.”


    Ellen’s shoulders trembled.


    He tried hard to disguise his gaze with coldness.


    “Before Utequaies back… leave here in five days.”


    “what? Why?”


    “Because he doesn’t seem to understand.”


    He wet his lips and spoke in a firm voice.


    “That you killed Daria blinded by jealousy.”


    Ellen pursed her lips and bowed her head. He looked up at me with empty eyes for a moment.


    “Poe.”


    I finally left the room, suppressing the desire tofort him while holding him in my arms.


    I want to be alone. I want to get drunk.


    Having these thoughts at the same time was a rare urrence in my life, so I felt embarrassed.


    But, on the other hand, I took it for granted. One day, I found out that the woman I had a deep affection for was killed by the child I cherish most.


    I left the guild hall alone.


    It was a step forward without announcing the destination, but anyway, wherever Modos went, it was a small castle town.


    I wandered the streets without thinking, and I saw a bar and went there. Even though I was wearing an oiled fur cape and even a hood, I could see a few nces that seemed to recognize me.


    what can’t you do Even if you cover your face with shadows, you can’t hide your physique.


    I didn’t care and took a seat in one corner of the bar. It was the part where the wall under thending was bent. I really liked it because it didn’t catch people’s eyes.


    “Mom, what do you need, sir?”


    I smiled wryly when young Jungnomi asked me politely.


    “…Simple snacks and drinks.”


    “Ah yes. I will be coloneled soon.”


    He stopped him as he was about to turn around and handed him a silver coin.


    “I’m going to have a quiet drink alone, so don’t worry about anything.”


    “Uh. yes Nari. So that you don’t have to worry about it.”


    “Stop that bastard.”


    “Ah yes.”


    The tavern, located on the outskirts of Sanghoe Street, was a shabby ce where servitors,borers, and soldiers of the garrison came and went. Still, the food and alcohol weren’t too bad, probably thanks to the recent resumption of the upsurge.


    As I told Jungnomi, I shut up and drank.


    The liver of this goddamn body is so strong that I can’t even get drunk at will. Strong resistance to alcohol is usually regarded as a great advantage, but today it is resentful.


    Still, is it because of the determination and pouring? Gradually, drunkenness rises.


    I tried to drive away the drunkenness by burning alcohol, but with a little care, it was suppressed in its own way.


    Where did it get twisted? Why did youe to this catastrophe?


    I know that self-me will not be the answer, but if I answer myself alone, in the end, I am the one who started everything. Thinking so, my taste was bitter and I drank.


    Is it the right decision to let Ellen go alone? Could this be the beginning of another catastrophe?


    Even though I wrapped my head and thought about it, I didn’te up with an answer, so I drank.


    Ellen and I were together. Ever since I fell into this world. To someone I don’t know, it would look like he was relying on me one-sidedly, but I also seem to have been mentally dependent on Ellen.


    But it was hard to imagine traveling without Ellen, so I drank.


    Slowly the world began to turn.


    A bunch came. The guy started talking by saying he was sorry and said, ‘I’ll listen carefully from now on’ and shed tears.


    You’re crying again. My heart is heavy because I think all the tears shed around me came from me.


    At that thought, I narrowed my eyebrows and sighed, and the guy who was looking at me with his lips twitching burst into tears, saying ‘Ueng’.


    I thought that bundle was cute and soothed it. Then, leaning on the shoulder of the sniffling guy, I passed the stairs andy down in the guest room.


    After a long time, I fell asleep holding a wad in my arms. He didn’t feel as fluffy as before, but he was still warm and soft. It was the same that I felt good when I put my mouth on the white skin above my belly button and blown on it.


    Steedman and Mira Cole came to visit.


    Have you been worried about it? Seriously, I’m not even a kid, so what’s the fuss about drinking for only two days?


    The eyes of the guys, that is, the eyes that said, ‘What should I do with this brother?’, made me drink. A journey that started in their hometowns of Southernshire and Leadburn Longville and continued through Troshire and Guistol to Modos Thanks for taking the mercenaries out of the poor countryside Thanks for following orders withoutints Prayer for reunion, etc. and went up to the table.


    Steedman, who likes to drink, babbled with his bald head and veins standing up, and Meera, who was tone-deaf, hummed a tune of unknown meaning with her eyes half-closed. Even Cole, who was a timid boy, had a pale face and said something nonsense, ‘I need to train, but I train in the evening’.


    The guys went back to the guild hall with their arms around their shoulders and squawking.


    smart.


    I blinked my dry eyes at the sound of a knock on the door. My head was pounding and I was trying to get back to sleep when someone knocked on the door again.


    Am I mad at myziness? The unknown visitor added strength to the knock. As the throbbing sound approached a thump, I got up from the bed with a moan.


    When I opened the door, a small figure wearing a robe was standing in front of me. Even without looking at the face, I was able to recognize the identity of the visitor just by the subtle scent of lime.


    He tried to close the door again, but Ellen quickly put her shoulder on the doorpost. There was nothing he couldn’t do if he pushed it away, but his big, watery eyes took the strength out of his grasp.


    The guy, with tears in his eyes, pretended to be logical and talked about something.


    A strange voice saying that he was ready but not ready, a petty threat that he would die right in front of his eyes if he wanted him to die.


    Watery blue eyes and trembling pink lips filled his strained vision. I swallowed my breath and saliva at the scent of flowers that emanated from every step. He pulled a handful on his waist and locked the door.


    Early morning three dayster. A golden te was installed in the backyard of the guild hall. The golden te was coated with all sorts of materials and gave off a mysterious light.


    Steedman Mira Call Simos Saits Hagni stood in front of him, looking tense. Ellen, who appearedte, took a quick look at the group and then looked up at me.


    Ellen said nothing.


    There was no deration that he would return, no whispers that he would miss him, no apology to say he was sorry. There were many emotions in his eyes, but nothing came out of his mouth.


    Neither did I. I faced him quietly.


    Eventually, the dimensional door opened.


    Ellen looked at me for a moment before disappearing through a dimly lit passageway. The other six immediately followed him.


    In the ce where the dimension door disappeared, only the golden te that had lost its lighty there.


    okay. Ellen is gone.