Love Letter From The Future

4. Rynella’s fate is decided by Rynella (78)

Fortunately, there was one thing.

It was that first aid was over and I didn’t feel like I was going to die.

Even though the smell of blood came up from his throat again.

I staggered my body as heavy as lead.

Yuren hurriedly drew out his sword and shouted.

“Ian, run away! These guys have no interest in me anyway!”

It was as it was said.

Corpses were rushing at me, baring their teeth straight away.

Because of the fog, remote support was not expected.

I took my hatchet and smashed the skull of one corpse.

Pak, blood splattered and smelled putrid.

Then he ran, dragging his heavy legs.

Occasionally the corpses that rushed in were dealt with with swords and axes.

Even this would have been impossible without the help of the saintess.

Of course, no matter how hard I tried, I was only a critically ill patient.

In the end, I couldn’t handle the rushing corpses and had to throw myself.

The claws of the corpses slam into the spot where I was.

I threw the hatchet in the prone position.

Bang, bang, the heads of the two corpses burst open. Holding the returned hatchet, I staggered to my feet.

Suddenly, corpses surrounded the surroundings.

An unpleasant sound came from the monsters’ throats.

I sighed and burst into laughter.

I thought it was over, but it’s gone.

The corpses kicked the ground, and I had to roll around with them for a long time.

Every time the silver trail was drawn, the corpses were cut into pieces.

The fragmented corpses wriggled, waiting for their bodies to regenerate. I smashed the skull of one more lunging corpse with my hatchet.

Then he threw down his hatchet and swung his sword at the same time as he disposed of the two corpses.

Still, there was no end.

In the past, my stamina was running low, so I just gasped and knelt down.

Dozens of corpses were still there.

I thought support would come if I held on, but the delay was long. That was my question, but I soon stopped thinking about it.

The crisis of desperation was right in front of us.

The corpse giant didn’t help me until the very end.

With such trembling hands, the moment I tightly gripped the handle of the sword.

A corpse rushed to the ground and threw itself like a chariot.

Even if I swung my sword, I couldn’t help but see the broken corpse smashing into my body. While I was walking backwards, other corpses rushed at me and pounced on me.

The sword pierced the chest of the corpse that was riding on top of me.

I hurriedly removed the corpses, but the actions of the remaining corpses were overly alert.

Eventually I had to hurriedly back away, kicking the corpses.

Even if it wasn’t, it was a body that was in the middle of the day.

I took a rough breath and calmed down my foggy mind.

Dozens of corpses approach me with bloody eyes shining.

I just need to get rid of them, only them.

Then I would be able to rid my hometown of every trace of the evil spirit.

The time when that sadness and the confused mind did not agree.

My nerves were on edge at once.

It was a strange sensation.

Dozens of corpses were aiming at me in front of me, but instead I turned my gaze to my back.

There was an illusion as if time had stopped.

No, it was not an illusion.

The slash ran through the frozen space-time.

Pure white, disconnected.

The thick fog had completely lifted.

The sight revealed beyond it was hideous.

There were dozens of corpses approaching me behind my back. The corpses that made up the body of the corpse giant were so crowded.

However, hundreds of corpses could not even be seen.

There were traces of pure white engraved on their bodies.

I was the only one who was free from the line that cut the world in a straight line.

Between the corpses that had lost their momentum, a thumping sound resounded.

Someone was taking a step.

It was a middle-aged man in a black uniform.

A sword was in his hand, and it was clear that it had produced the miracle of the moment.

Because my intuition was telling me so.

The man corrected his leather gloves and apologized to me.

“… … I’m sorry.”

And the blocked flow of time was regenerated.

Blood and flesh scatter like fireworks.

Even so, the clothes of the middle-aged man who walked between them did not get any dirt.

The gushing blood and flesh seemed like a fanfare welcoming the middle age.

Then he stopped walking in front of me.

“I ran with all my might, but I was a little late.”

Together with him, the man looked around in silence.

Traces of destruction left here and there were testifying to the struggle that took place here.

In the end, he let out a faint smile.

It was a smile of satisfaction and a strange fighting spirit.

“Impressive performance, Ian Perkus… I stake my honor, and I will definitely pay you back.”

The mist dissipated as blood poured down the patter.

The mutilated corpses show no signs of regeneration.

Unable to bear it any longer, I collapsed on the spot.

The identity of the middle-aged was unknown until the end.

But I was just thinking with a clouded mind.

If the Master I had only heard of existed, I wondered if it was him.

So I lost my mind

It took a month to regain consciousness.

without knowing what had just happened.

**

It was a short dream.

While I fell into a deep sleep, a hazy mind surfaced.

I had reached an unfamiliar space before I knew it.

It was a place where neither light nor darkness existed.

There was no light source, but the distinction between objects was clear. On the contrary, it was to the extent that several scenes were being played through the countless cracks surrounding it.

Looking closely, I couldn’t tell what kind of scene it was.

However, the sound from there was the same.

Crying, screaming, or noises full of remorse and remorse.

When I suddenly came to my senses, someone was sitting in front of me.

Black hair stood out.

It was now a familiar face.

The man didn’t seem interested in me. He had his back turned to me.

He was just staring at a crack in silence.

Among the countless gaps surrounding the space, it was by far a huge crack.

There was no special sight there.

Even so, the man was observing it carefully. As if trying to read something in that darkness.

The man remained silent for a long time.

It was after that that he spoke to me.

“… … Have you properly mastered the conclusion and resolution?”

It was the main argument that was tossed around.

It was a question that even a formal greeting was omitted.

So I was about to return a slightly brusque response, but I gave up.

Because it was a manly demeanor.

Instead, I replied in a bitter voice.

“… … Roughly?”

“If you don’t fully understand the resulting solution, there is no next step.”

Then the man turned around and turned his chair to look at me.

It made me wonder how the chair was created in this empty space.

But I didn’t make the mistake of asking about it.

The opponent was a blunt and unkind human being.

I couldn’t be a kind enough person to clear up every single question.

The man had a tired look, as always.

“No matter how much I recall, it’s the same… The deeper the skill, the more appropriate it is. From now on, shortcuts won’t work.”

It’s called ‘deep technology’.

I remembered the words the man had uttered the other day.

It was called ‘The Secret of the Sword Circle’ or ‘The Secret of the Dragon Blood Letter’.

To be honest, I was curious, but again I resisted my doubts.

The reason was the same as before.

Because it was obvious that I wouldn’t tell you anyway.

Only after mastering ‘doing the results’ would he be able to get help from the man. As of now, there was no way to break the man’s stubbornness.

So I decided to ask a more fundamental question.

“… … Where are you?”

“Gaps in space-time.”

The man’s answer was short and plain.

Of course, it wasn’t long enough to satisfy my curiosity.

While I was still looking at me with a puzzled look, the man added an additional explanation.

“I am an outsider in your world. Of course, there is a limit to how long you can stay there… It’s not that I can’t just go back to my world, I’m living in such an awkward place.”

“Then why did I come here?”

“Of course, it’s because you stole too many of my memories.”

There was a faint hint of rebuke in the man’s tone.

“I told you, kid… I’m just an outsider The closer you get to me, the more alienated you are from there. In the past, you might be kicked out here.”

“… … Am I not going back now?”

“no.”

The man’s voice was firm in answering my ensuing questions.

It was a tone that was more persuasive because it had a strange certainty.

he said with a deep sigh.

“It’s probably about to flow in once in a while… And the time you can stay will not be long.”

Then he pointed at my lower body with a wink.

Indeed, it was as it was said.

Before I knew it, my lower body was swaying vaguely. Like a mirage on the verge of disappearing.

The man said goodbye with a deep breath.

“… … See you here, sweetheart.”

Right before I ask the question again, how can I come here?

A fierce headache pierced his brain like an awl.

I staggered back, but my body had already dispersed like smoke.

And the sight reverses,

the world goes round and round,

Conventionally, right after all consciousness is immersed in darkness.

Panting, I opened my eyes.

My bewildered gaze scanned my surroundings.

It was a bedroom.

My bedroom in the Percus Mansion.

Only then did a sigh of relief escape from my mouth.

You’re back.

Seeing that the Mansion of Percus was intact, the manor must have escaped ruin as well.

Perhaps because he had been lying down for a long time, his whole body was weak.

It was the aftereffect of muscle loss.

It seemed like it would take longer to get better. While feeling a shattering headache, I stumbled up my upper body.

I was thirsty.

I felt like I wanted to quench my thirst with cold water right away.

But when you are feeling awkward because you can’t see the water bottle anywhere.

The door opened and someone came in.

She was a lovely girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

It was an impressive woman with a large cone-shaped hat on her head.

She was holding something with a sad expression on her face.

It was a tray. On top of it, there were wet towels and other items needed for nursing care.

It didn’t take long for Elsie to meet eyes.

The girl’s body froze in place.

I was thinking about what to say.

In the end, he said hello as usual.

“……It’s been a while, Elsie-senpai.”

With a click, the tray Elsie-senpai was holding fell.

And tears began to form in Elsie’s blue eyes.

She seemed to hold back her tears, but then threw herself into my arms as if she couldn’t hold it in.

The scent of the girl hugging him was sweet.

I smiled bitterly and hugged Elsie.

“Everybody, everyone… Heuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu……”

I thought as I stroked the back of Elsie-senpai, who was bursting into tears.

You thought I was going to die like this?

For a moment, an ominous feeling crossed my mind.

I soon brushed it off, saying it was a useless worry.

It was useless to worry about now anyway.

For a while, it felt like I had to appease Elsie-senpai.

I came back home like that.

It was a homecoming in the true sense.