Love Letter From The Future

6. Proof of Existence (65)

“I… … .”

body doesn’t listen

What would be the point even if he came and raised his sword?

Even so, why?

Gritting my teeth, I reached out and grabbed the sword rolling across the ground.

The saint was just looking down at me with a smile on his face.

However, those eyes weren’t smiling.

I gnashed my teeth and my golden eyes stared at the saint roughly.

“… … Don’t run away.”

At my evil answer, the saint swallowed a blank laugh.

even for a while.

The laughter that had been nothing more than a faint smile grew louder and louder. In the past, it spread as a huge reverberation enough to resonate throughout the mountains and streams.

“Puh, aha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Looking up at the sky like that, it took a while for the saint to burst into laughter.

Again, the sky-blue eyes were slowly descending.

At that moment, the gaze wrapped around me as if it was tying me up somehow.

His eyes were glistening with ecstasy and madness.

Indeed, it was like meeting a fun pastime after a long time.

“… … Salvation be to those who ask.”

Hearing that prayer, I screamed out loud and kicked the ground.

“Immanuel… … !”

Pak, and again his skull was shattered and he died instantly.

He died dozens or hundreds of times like that.

At first, his head was shattered and he died instantly. But even this has passed dozens of times, and my cause of death has become more and more diverse.

Sometimes, the upper body collapsed on Morning Star.

It was not uncommon to get stabbed in the heart or to be torn in half from the top of the head to the crotch.

He has experienced countless deaths.

At some point, a memory of a certain man appeared on my retinas.

It was a worn-out flashback. Burns on a certain battlefield.

“It is a surprise. It appears that someone leaked the retreat plan.”

Sweating profusely, a young messenger came and spoke to me.

“Those who can escape must escape first!”

“Then what about the rest of the troops?”

“I can only hope that as many people as possible survive… … .”

I thought as I covered my skin with my hand.

God, are you watching?

Your ingenious plan is working on this land. Your children suffer, evil prevails, and in the end it seeks to uproot your last hope.

However, the resentment was short-lived. As always, I drew the most reasonable conclusions.

“… … run away Let the troops that are most helpful to your strength escape.”

It was the right decision.

I had no doubt that this would be the best.

If my dear lover hadn’t told me

“I will stay.”

The world froze like that.

“Here, I will block the front.”

That voice was the last.

I thought with a spirit that was fading away.

I was confident that it would not break.

I was determined not to collapse.

But it wasn’t just the body that was being shaved off. My mind was reaching its limits more and more.

The sun, which had been floating in the middle of the sky, was setting, and the sun was setting.

Each time I resurrected, the time it took for me to come to my senses got longer and longer. Now, after being stunned for a long time, he barely regained consciousness.

No, even after I regained my consciousness, my brain remained in a hazy state as if submerged in water.

Will this ever end?

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Just like everyone who was stubborn did.

“… … It’s not long.”

It was a plain statement by a saint.

The voice reached my ears, but there was no room left in my mind to interpret its meaning.

just got up

I even forgot why I got up.

like an instinct.

It was then that a scream of evil was heard from somewhere.

“… … Stop, stop!”

Crying, the saintess came running. It was very pitiful to see that face covered in tears.

The saint’s gaze glanced at his back.

The saintess fell on her face instead of running and begged on the spot.

“I, please… Please stop, saint… Isn’t it something that can be done if I die, isn’t it something that can be done with just me!”

I was crazy, but I didn’t want the saintess to be sad.

So, he gave me a light smile as a sign of reassurance.

Pak, and lost his life again.

hundreds of times already.

The line between life and death is blurred.

**

The saintess felt like she was about to go mad.

No, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I was already crazy.

For the first time in my life, I realized

To say that bloody tears flowed was not a metaphor or an exaggeration. Bloody dew was dripping down, reflecting blood vessels that burst from being congested.

No one could move their lips.

It would never be because of the saint’s overwhelming inaction. For several hours already, a man who has been going back and forth between life and death has been forming on their retinas.

Hundreds or thousands of times?

Blood and brains scattered the air. Without even a final word, thick bloodstains were scattered on the ground. The lifeless body staggered, then thud.

Even if you fall over and fall, and die like that again and again.

stand up was standing up

It was an incomprehensible sight.

It was a magnificent scene of tragedy born from the combination of the saint’s miracle and the demonic tenacity of the man.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the battle between the two as if possessed.

No one opens their mouth, no one.

Except for the screaming saintess.

“No no… please, please stop! Whoa, stop anyone… huh? Somehow, by any means… Jebaaal!”

The end of the cry was a sob soaked in despair.

Hundreds of times already.

The man he loved was being killed. Does a woman who can see this with sober mind exist in this world?

That man even stood on the battlefield to save the saintess.

The saintess’ jaw twitched and her teeth clashed. It seemed that the mind that had reached its limit would collapse at any moment.

Any number, any number should be used.

Then, in the eyes of the saintess, the image of a paladin who was lost in her eyes came into view. Originally, they were the people who should have bound the saintess to this position.

There was no time to argue with the judges.

“Eww?!”

The saintess roughly raised her body and staggered forward. Once again, both hands were tied behind his back, making it an unsteady posture. However, the desperate run was difficult to catch easily.

Even the atmosphere was good. A certain determination was felt in the saintess’s running.

The will to save the man you love.

That made the paladin hesitate for a moment, and soon his eyes looking for an answer turned to the Pope.

It meant holding back.

The pope put on a bitter expression, but then shook his head.

Anyway, the war situation was dominated by the saint from beginning to end. Even if a saintess wore it, nothing would change.

It’s not even to the point where the saint can’t control the saintess.

More than anything else, the Pope was somewhat overwhelmed by the appearance of that young knight.

never seen one

He was a legendary warrior who guarded the holy city of Ciendel for hundreds of years. The name ‘Saint’ was a high wall, a mountain that no one could conquer.

But a man stood in front of him holding a sword.

Compared to the cliff facing them, it was a weak armament that was nothing more than a toothpick. However, if you fall, and even if you fall, get up again.

Wouldn’t you like to see

what will be the end

So the saintess rushes forward, and before she knows it, she is in front of the saint.

But I couldn’t go further.

The desire to move forward was like a chimney, but there was no sign that the fallen body would rise again. The saint’s gaze only glanced at the saintess once.

The saintess’s legs stiffened and she couldn’t move anymore.

As if it had become a lump of lead in an instant.

Even so, the saintess begged.

Please stop, isn’t it something that can be done with me alone?

The man he couldn’t help but love seemed to be worried about the saintess. A faint smile formed on the man’s lips as he turned to the woman.

Pak, the man’s head exploded like a fruit along with blood.

“Ah, ah… aaa!”

Even if her hands weren’t tied, the saintess would have screamed while covering her mouth with both hands.

The screams that came out without even a shield soaked the wet clearing with blood. The saintess shuddered as if having a seizure, and slammed her head on the ground.

“Oh, no… please! Holy Son, please forgive me… My, is it because I insulted you arrogantly? I apologize… I will never be so arrogant again. Please, please, only Ian… … .”

thump, thump.

The sound of banging the head on the ground several times echoed through Sanya, who was locked in the ruins.

The time when the soil is dark with dried blood and the sunset sky casts a gloomy shade on the ground.

The shadow that used the twilight as a drawing board averted its gaze.

Heading towards another shadow begging on its knees.

“You lost lamb, you don’t have to apologize. Endlessly question, deny the existence of the Lord. This is also faith.”

“Then why!”

It was a cry full of tears.

The saint looked down at the saintess without saying anything. There was no agitation in his azure eyes.

Covered in dirt, the saintess raised her anxious voice.