Love Letter From The Future

6. Proof of Existence (67)

Two human figures stood side by side on the horizon.

The world at sunset was breathtakingly silent. In the evening when dusk fell, as the boundary between light and darkness became blurred, all objects turned into shadows.

The countless corpses scattered around, the rock on which the man sits, and my disfigured body.

It was a strange sensation.

In the middle of a landscape painting that dyes the retina, there is me. As if contemplating the place I stood on from beyond.

It was a short illusion.

Staggering, I turned around, and soon my vision returned to normal.

Those terribly indifferent golden eyes were staring at me. It was a look that did not even mix with doubt or anxiety.

certainty, or affirmation.

The man said he would bring me victory. It was a promise I had never broken before, but today I couldn’t help but question it.

Isn’t the opponent a master who has protected the kingdom for hundreds of years?

It could be said that the power to control even life and death was in direct contact with the power of God. No matter how strong the man was, it was unknown whether he would be able to fight properly.

It was a separate story from skill.

After repeating death hundreds of times, my body was no longer listening to the commands of my brain. Also, my magic power was used up as soon as it was used up, and now I could see the bottom.

Are you confident of winning despite such unfavorable conditions?

It was a difficult decision for me to understand.

But on the other hand, it seemed that the man’s true intentions could be seen.

After the sixth letter arrived, the man did not reveal himself. It was the same when I was driven to the edge of a cliff by ‘greed’.

for this very moment.

From the beginning, he had a decisive battle with the saint in mind. I don’t know if it was before, but if it was my body that developed repeatedly, I would have judged that it was worth trying.

Realizing this, my lungs filled my lungs with an empty laugh.

It was reassuring. The man never lied, so just leave it to him and everything will be resolved.

I no longer had to experience hundreds of deaths.

There was no reason to fight the anxiety of losing the saintess, and no reason to deliberately hold on to her already worn-out spirit.

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Just close your eyes and pass out.

All he had to do was lie on his face, holding his breath, waiting for the whole incident to end.

How earnestly I have longed for it.

It was so painful and difficult. His mind was already in tatters, to the point where he could not differentiate between dreams and reality.

I was human too.

Suddenly, the burden on my shoulders was heavy and burdensome. Every time I was told to save the world or that the lives of precious people were in danger, I was plagued with anxiety that would drive me crazy.

Okay, stop now.

I wanted to rest.

So I

“… … baby.”

When I turned my head again and took a step.

A cold voice wet the eardrum. A careless gaze stuck behind him like an awl.

“Don’t be stubborn… I would have said it was still too early.”

blurred vision My legs trembled and trembled, and when I took another step, my whole body tilted.

But I gritted my teeth once again and stood upright.

Between the sounds of panting breathing, the question that had been repeated countless times rose like a thick cloud.

why me?

“You already know, don’t you? It is impossible for you.”

Why did it have to be me?

“It is best to leave it to me. I would have said, but sometimes you have to know how to give up.”

And why, why am I insisting on this path?

“You’re thinking of risking her life on a gamble with no odds?”

“… … Degree.”

There was no one to answer the recurring question.

It was only that there was one thought that suddenly came to my mind, and my lips inadvertently fluttered.

The man’s brow narrowed slightly.

“what… … .”

“Don’t run away!”

bang, and hit the ground.

I screamed out loud like that.

Is it crying or screaming?

Hundreds of deaths have pushed my mind to its limits. This is the only word that can be squeezed out of a broken brain.

A sloppy cry exploded through the wool pole.

“Don’t be cowardly! I will not give up anything… I will… … !”

It was a bitter cry.

The sound of crying crosses the throat. The screams that had been suppressed for so long showed no sign of stopping.

A human on the brink of drowning, crushed by fate, was screaming right here.

For the first time, a hazy crack appeared in the man’s face. A look of bewilderment passed through those indifferent eyes.

It’s like I didn’t know it was like this.

“… … Promise, promise!”

There was no strength in the hand that hit the ground again.

Only rough pebbles gathered in his tightly clenched fist. A dry noise echoed through the silence of the world.

The fox rain soaks the soil.

It didn’t take long until I realized that these were my own tears.

“Honestly, it is difficult. I want to quit now… … .”

“Then why insist?”

The man’s response to my sobbing was extremely cold.

But I knew The fact that a faint question began to form in those golden eyes that looked at me who was on my face.

It was good even if it was instinct.

Because he was also ‘me’.

The man’s interrogation continued.

“You can give up. You can leave it to me… What difference does it make if you go on someone else’s back on a road you can’t go anyway?”

“… … It’s my way.”

Riding on the sound of rough breathing, soft heat is spit out.

Even as tears dripped down my cheeks, I struggled and screamed.

The world of sunset and shadow let out a cry.

“I have to choose! If I give up one by one like that, how many paths are left for me to choose?”

“… … It is the best way.”

“And it will be your way… … !”

My raised eyes met the man’s.

The man was still expressionless. As if the heart was worn out, and it was an artificial doll that no longer had a pulse.

Still, my cries continued.

“Aren’t you scared?!”

No, maybe it was a complaint.

The doubts that had been building up in his heart burst out as screams.

“Are you sick? Wasn’t it hard? Have you ever felt unreasonable?! Why, why why… … !”

To the sound of dripping tears.

My head snapped. Again, the view down was glistening with water.

“Why me… … ?”

Even the work of squeezing the lungs was difficult for the exhausted body. Only the dripping, dripping tears left traces of overflowing emotions.

“I-I am just the second son of a country viscount, who is everywhere… It was nothing! But why me?! Why do I have to bear all this pain alone!”

“Don’t be curious.”

With a dry voice, the man said so.

“Don’t misunderstand that it’s only your own pain. Everyone asks that question at least once in their lives. ‘Why me?’ But surprisingly, there are many things that happen without a reason in this world. I can only think of it as fate… … .”

“So did you accept it?”

Stand tall, the man’s words stopped.

My image was reflected in the deep, deep golden pupils.

Eyes bursting with blood vessels from standing still bloodied, a stream of blood dripping from chewed lips.

It was a pitiful disgrace.

“So it didn’t hurt?”

An earnest question ensued.

please do so

now it doesn’t hurt I’m used to it, so it’s nothing.

Hoping that he would say that, the man let out a sigh at the wish I threw.

“… … baby.”

“How the hell did you get through it?! How can you pretend to be so innocuous… You can stand proudly in front of me!”

It was a resentment that bordered on compulsion.

The man had a calm expression, as always. At least until I broke my chest and howled.

“How on earth hehehehe!”

The man’s gaze froze at the cry of a child.

There was an obvious look of bewilderment in his eyes. It was the first feeling I faced after meeting him.

“please… … .”

Sobbing, I begged helplessly.

“Please, tell me… How can I not run away?”

The man said nothing for a while.

Mouth opened and closed. A few times to sprout the moon.

He was unusually hesitant.

Come to think of it, it was the first one.

This was the first time I had personally handed over a request to a man. Perhaps because of that, various emotions passed by on the man’s face.

Conflict, anger, regret, and resignation.

Sighing, the man finally looked away from me.

“… … I’m different from you. It’s just that I’ve been hurt so much that there’s no more pain left. If I lose a few more people now, it doesn’t make much of an impression on me.”

“then… … .”

Right before I put on a gloomy expression.

The man muttered in a reminiscent voice.

“But, yes… I guess I once thought the same way as you.”

Then, the man slowly raised his index finger.

A world where even light and darkness cannot be distinguished, a finger points beyond the sunset.

It was the direction I was walking.

“If you want that much, go there… You will have the memories you wanted.”

I blankly looked at the man’s fingers and over there.

Staggering, he raised himself.

I almost fell several times. In fact, my whole body let out a scream when I fell over a couple of times.

You could give up, you could collapse.

I felt as if I could hear someone scolding me for being so stubborn.

Even so, I managed to stand on the ground with both feet.

As I took another staggering step, the man’s low warning continued.

“… … You will get sick.”

It was something I had heard before.

My eyes widened and turned to my back. There, a man with a more serious expression than ever was sitting there.

“You are challenging the world… At the end of that road, the other side of the boundary inevitably awaits.”

My blurred pupils turned to the front.

It was a long road. Beyond the horizon, where not even the end can be seen yet, my fate awaited me.

“Can you not be swept away?”

I didn’t answer.

I just took a breath and took a step.

One step, another step.

As I walked, shuffling my legs, a thick fog had spread around me before I knew it.

the end of that last light.

The familiar man was crying like a child.

While resenting the whole world.