Love Letter From The Future

4. Rynella’s fate is decided by Rynella (64)

It was a sight that was hard to believe.

A man was galloping alone.

Numerous chunks of flesh blocked his way. Every time that happened, blood gushed out without fail, drawing a trail of fresh blood.

Crush, crush, and sometimes burn.

Despite clearing countless obstacles, the speed never slowed down.

It was a very impressive performance for a single prosecutor.

No matter how advanced a being is, there are limitations.

Unless they were monsters called ‘Masters’, individuals could not deal with the Corps. It was because there was an end to physical strength and magic power.

However, there was something fundamentally different about that man’s behavior.

All living things have the instinct of self-preservation.

This was no different even for an unarmed man who had reached the state. On the contrary, the higher I was, the better I knew how to preserve my body.

So it was impossible for an individual to deal with the Legion.

It was something that could only be done by dodging blows from all directions and counterattacking. In order to save one body, it had to be accompanied by extreme consumption of mental power.

But that man’s fight was like he wanted to reach the limit.

My body seemed to be fine no matter what.

Blood oozes from the scratches and cuts.

Her clothes had been tattered for a long time, and her body was covered in blood, so she couldn’t even tell where she was injured.

The powerful people in the evacuation procession remained silent as one.

If you increase your eyesight, you will have superhuman vision. All of them were watching the man’s gallop in unison.

Of course, there were also people who were impressed by that desperate struggle.

However, the sentiment of the majority was quite the opposite.

“This crazy… … .”

It was an exclamation or a sigh.

Reynolds swears for the first time in a while. Just as much, the sight caught in his eyes made me doubt my eyesight.

Are you insane

It was a question shared not only by Reynolds, but also by everyone watching the man’s progress.

The battle wasn’t about winning or losing based on determination or will.

If it was such an easy world, everyone would have written a heroic story.

At a crucial moment, there were times when the difference in mental strength could be the difference between life and death. Originally, the difference between a piece of paper used to change the outcome of a battle between masters.

However, the enemy the man had to deal with was not human.

It was a monster that only appeared in mythology, and it wasn’t even a single enemy.

Soon the resurrected corpses would raise their bodies.

If so, an army of corpses containing chunks of flesh would be organized. It was never on a scale that could be matched alone.

It was like a suicide attempt.

If anyone else had been doing it, Reynolds might have been laughing at the brazenness. But the problem was that that stupid man was Ian.

He immediately looked around.

When the talented people leading the procession stopped, the refugees also stopped and whispered.

In their eyes, they could only see the bloody color spreading in the distance.

Nevertheless, they soon noticed the rough situation.

It was because the atmosphere was so subdued.

Someone was challenging an impossible feat.

Among the refugees who realized this, voices flowed out who inferred the identity of the poor challenger.

They didn’t even know that the second son they loved was running on all fours.

Fortunately, the refugees did not notice the man’s identity.

Unlike them, those who realized who the man was reacted immediately.

“master!”

It was a mournful cry.

The origin of that voice was Elsie, who was accompanying Reynolds.

She was already stomping her feet with her eyes wide open.

He was ready to run away at any moment.

Reynolds closed his eyes as if he knew that.

This situation was no different elsewhere.

“Ian!”

The saintess shook off Yuren’s hand holding her arm and took a step forward.

Yuren also put a hand on his forehead as if he was in pain.

A look of nervousness appeared on the saintess’ face.

The way she glanced at her, it seemed like she wanted to run away even now.

Celine was ready to kick the ground with her sword.

It was the imperial magistrate Arthur who stopped them.

“… … stop!”

The hesitant footsteps of the women stopped all at once.

As their attention turned to him, Arthur spoke in a bitter voice.

“Are you all sane? Surely you don’t want to join that fight, do you?”

“No, but right there, Master… … !”

“He’s the one who’ll be back soon anyway.”

Arthur’s words were confident.

And certainty was the law to add persuasion.

The group’s eyes turned to him for a moment.

“Even Prince Ian is not an idiot. I don’t know what you were thinking right now, but I’m running into that monster… … .”

Then Arthur moved his gaze to somewhere.

A giant body over tens of meters was thumping and moving.

On the contrary, the monster seemed to be happy with the challenger’s existence.

The head, made up of hundreds or thousands of faces, burst into madness at once.

A strong emotion of fear passed through Arthur’s eyes.

The mere sight of that hideous creature aroused fear in the living.

It was an instinctive reaction.

Arthur swallowed dryly and continued.

“… … You will soon realize the reality anyway.”

“What if not?”

It was the question of a saintess who had become sharp.

Always benevolent, she changed as soon as the man she loved was involved.

There was even a faint light in those pale pink eyes.

She asked Arthur again.

“What if you don’t give up and keep fighting?”

“It can’t be. Why risk your life in a fight you can’t win?”

Arthur continued to speak as if pleading.

“On the contrary, we must secure an escape route so that Confucius Ian will be safe when he flees. I’m not saying to throw away Confucius Ian, but I need to move more efficiently.”

“… … Ian oppa is not that kind of person.”

It was a word that was tossed around.

Arthur’s gaze moved after the talker. There was a rustle of black hair.

It was Celine.

Of all the people who had the right to speak here, he was the one who knew Ian best.

“Right now, Ian oppa seems serious… No one can stop you there.”

“How sure are you?”

Of course, Arthur didn’t go overboard with Celine’s words.

He wanted to leave this place right away.

In fact, if Ian wasn’t the owner of the dragon blood letter, he might have suggested throwing it away and running away.

He was a desk-bound scholar, possessing neither great aspirations nor an unwavering strong heart.

He was just an ordinary administrator.

It was hard to stay calm in a crisis like this.

“Ms. Hastur, can you see Prince Ian closely now?”

“Well, it’s not… … .”

Celine blushed with shame and lowered her head.

Among the group, she was the only one who seemed unable to see Ian.

It was because it was still impossible to capture Ian with her skills.

Celine lowered her gaze as it seemed that her own deficiencies were being revealed to the world.

Unlike Celine, who suddenly became depressed, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

“No matter how close you are, it’s hard to get a sense of Sir Ian’s feelings from this distance. Rather, if you have to ask for an opinion… Sir Reynolds.”

Reynolds’ nonchalant eyes turned to Arthur.

He was a strong man who reached the great wizard.

Of course, I was able to witness Ian’s struggle to the death in the most detail here.

Saint Elsina was also only able to capture the outline of the scene, but that much was different. In his eyes, Ian’s determined expression was vividly captured.

If the power the saintess possessed was mana instead of divine power, she did not know.

However, the saintess was only specialized in healing or assisting, and her physical strength was not strong. Even now, relying on sense-enhancing magic, he was barely able to capture Ian.

Reynolds cast his gaze as if pondering for a moment.

Ian had already reduced the distance to the corpse giant to less than half of the initial distance.

No matter how you look at it, it didn’t look like it was going to give up halfway through.

However, there was something odd about it.

Is there anything you’re aiming for?

It was an excessively reckless way of fighting, but it wasn’t a face of despair enough to risk one’s life.

Reynolds was deeply troubled at this point.

Are you going to believe Ian’s goal or not?

If he chose the former, it was right to mobilize all his power even now.

Conversely, if he chose the latter, it would have been better to raise Arthur’s hand at this point.

If this continues, Ian will surely die.

Reynolds was not a bad person to behold the death of a young man with bright future.

But more than that, he had been weathered by all sorts of years.

Hope and determination were too old topics for him.

It was forgotten along with a woman whom Reynolds truly loved.

And above all, Reynolds was a member of the Rainella family.

Countess Rynella would never want to project valuable power at this point.

It was the noble’s duty to keep the will of the family head.

Even if it means adding a trivial lie for this.

He said with a bitter laugh inwardly.

“… … It looks like it was bumped into. It seems hesitating already. It would be better to send a small number of elites to secure an escape route.”

What if I secure an escape route and they don’t come back?

this was out of the question.

He was a man who lost his territory and his family was entangled with the Dark Church.

It was worth recognizing that skill, but there was no reason for the Rainella family to take the loss if they dared to commit suicide.

At Reynold’s statement, the women seemed to soften a little.

I don’t know if it’s Arthur, but it was thanks to Reynolds, who was a veteran, who seemed to be a trustworthy person at first glance.

But it didn’t take long for the mood to turn around again.

Woo woo woo woo woo-!

The corpse giant, which had been moving slowly until just before, suddenly started running.

There were dozens of chunks of flesh buried beneath them, but the corpse giant didn’t care at all.

I just ran and ran and stopped in front of Ian.

And that huge fist slammed into the ground.

It was a scene comparable to a meteorite impact.

The group’s eyes widened at once.

“… … master!”

With Elsie’s howl, a thump, and the world shakes.

The man was confronting a mythical monster alone.