114 – Execution Center (17)

The promised month is over. I turned on the stretch all the way.

It’s the last day. Monica was sleeping next to her. I don’t know since when, she was crawling into my bed with her sneaks.

“Hey.”

“Aww.”

Monica, who was drooling, stretched her body.

“Ahhhhh…”

“I told you not to come into my bed?”

“It’s comfortable… It’s… This place is the best… I like it…”

Monica licked her lips. My stomach rumbled.

“I am hungry…”

“It’s arbitrary. Really.”

I frowned. He took out a cooking utensil from his pocket.

“If I do! Uh!”

Flame!

The torch was lit.

“I know how to take care of anything! Uh!”

Bread was baked, and the bacon was slightly burnt.

The eggs are soft-boiled, with a little bit of salad.

“I made my portion and still have some left over, so let’s eat!”

Tak.

Gloss dripped down the bowl that was set down. Monica rubbed her eyes.

“…I think I’m getting more and more lazy. Is this how you feel when you get married?”

He hit me on the head. Monica yawned.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to go to work.”

“It’s still 6 o’clock…?”

“I am busy today.”

I have to finish the work. There is one thing to give both sides and sides.

“Take some snow. There’s nothing I can’t show you.”

“Please take it off.”

“Do you know who this servant is?”

“Ugh. It gets shorter and shorter!”

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. . .

Vulcan glanced at me.

“Today is the last day.”

“That’s right.”

“……”

The Vulcan, holding onto the sword, exhaled. Brain energy spilled over the pure, powerless body.

Pure power honed through racial traits.

“Are you going to do it until the end?”

“This is the board you opened.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to say…”

I grinned. Straightened the sword.

“Let’s go. I’ll get along with you.”

“…A cheeky bastard.”

Vulcan laughed.

“I’ll pour out everything.”

Thunder roared. A thunderclap rang out and sparks flew across the bars.

Blue sparks exploded in the clashing sword strikes.

Dozens of workshops exchanged in an instant.

I couldn’t keep up with him from the middle, so I raised my holy power. Does pure physical ability completely overwhelm me?!

“…A little more…!”

Vulcan shouted as if gnashing his teeth. Her eyes, framed by her scars, were colored gold.

“Just a little more!”

“To be angry!”

Breaking fire and receiving thunder.

Quaaa!!!!

It exploded. A corner of the prison wall was smashed and shrapnel splattered. The prison crackled and rang.

Amidst the pouring fragments and dust, I swung my arm around to remove the dust.

The revealed form of the Vulcan was kneeling on one knee.

Crying.

Spitting blood. I put my hand on my cheek.

There was blood on my fingers. I said I didn’t do it right, but I broke through the level difference and ended up scratching my body?

As expected, Balkan is Balkan. Like the leader of the Lycos Mercenary Corps.

He slumped and sighed. He glanced down at the sword he was barely holding onto.

“Your bastard…”

I laughed.

“Are you a little relieved?”

“Were you aiming for that too?”

“When anger builds up inside, people go crazy. I have to radiate it somehow. You have to be patient with that… You’re being stubborn.”

“…It’s an old knowledge. Come to think of it, he used to say that to me often too.”

The fallen sword made a small sound. Vulcan leaned his back against the broken wall.

“…Lycos mercenaries…Grip-kun. But I can’t go back.”

“What happened?”

“I made a mercenary group by gathering the frost tribes who survived the war with the empire. That’s lycos We needed money, and we obeyed the Order. Because I had no connections with humans, I had to work through the church. But then I had to force myself to accept requests that I shouldn’t have.”

“…….”

“I made a stupid choice. It was an impossible request in the first place. When the other guys got excited, I should have resisted to the end…But I didn’t. When you kill an enemy, all your friends are also dead. No one was alive. In his bosom, the last lineage of the tribal chief was dying.”

Vulcan murmured bitterly.

“The blood went cold. I wanted to die with you. But she told me to live up to her own share. That’s why… I had to have a funeral the way we did. The dead had to be moved back to their hometowns. The home we abandoned to survive. Where we left off.”

“Just asking there…”

“We stand. It’s a wolf, and it doesn’t change even if it dies. More than anything… The lady wanted it. The last lineage of the tribal chief asked to take him back to his hometown. The same goes for dying warriors.”

Vulcan fiddled with his sword.

“The leader leads, and the subordinates follow. I was to blame. Responsibility to return them to their hometown. However, the hometown has already been burned. The lush vegetation was burned by the Empire. All that was left there was ashes. So…”

“Have you eaten?”

“Another funeral for the Surrey tribe. To remember those who died by eating the dead body. Those who have been eaten are thought to have lived a life worthy of approval by other warriors, and are told to go to paradise. It’s a long… Long story that no one remembers. This is a story that I, who was strict and strict, asked the tribal shaman for lessons while the other guys were playing, and I heard it separately.”

“Don’t you think it’s wrong?”

“Well. I don’t know. I was almost distracted by a series of failures, so I didn’t have time to think rationally. It was like that until recently. Even though I was definitely the leader of the group… I drove everyone to death.”

Vulcan glanced at me.

“I felt it while swinging the sword. I made a mistake, and I don’t intend to forget it. But even so, they told me to live… So I have to keep it.”

“How do you plan to live?”

“I will think about it from now on. I was beaten so much that I was finally able to think.”

Vulcan turned his head around.

“Go away now. Zahard. I’m tired of being swayed by you who are selfish. Leave me alone.”

“……”

In terms of martial arts, what should I say… I was in a state of attacking everything with anger at its peak and a lump in my chest.

I took it with my body and released it. It’s bittersweet, but it made me able to live with the past.

“To grumble until the end.”

“Hey.”

“Get this before you go.”

I took out the necklace I had brought in my pocket.

“Come on.”

“…Is this?”

“I got it from the market. I heard that the wolf beastman’s favorite prey is red mane? A necklace made of those teeth. A parting gift.”

Even though he grumbled, he followed my lead.

This is the answer. It’s not that I don’t like me.

The Vulcan accepted the tooth necklace. He looked at me and the necklace alternately.

“You said you were giving this to me?”

“Keep calm. Balkan. I’ll ask the church separately. Is there any way to reduce the sentence?”

“……”

“And you know. Balkan.”

I sat down in front of him.

“What if I was your subordinate? If so, you would definitely like it. Being savvy isn’t such a bad thing, is it? The subordinates under you must have had the same thoughts as me.”

“……”

“Stretch your shoulders. Balkan. You were a great leader. They would have known that too.”

Vulcan stared blankly at me. I stuck out my fist.

“No one would ask a leader they don’t respect to live, right?”

The bone necklace trembled in Vulcan’s hand. A blank gaze looked down at his fist.

I try to say something with my mouth open, but then stop. The corners of his mouth trembled.

The words he spat out were somewhat muffled.

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But I definitely heard it.

“…Speaking arrogantly.”

Took.

The fists collided. The tears I tried to hide also fell.

“Thank you. Zahard.”

. . .

“I see. Are you leaving?”

“Because it’s about time.”

Rakkkeum handed me a fishing rod. I chuckled and caught a fish.

“How are you? Are you good at it now? I have the confidence to survive wherever I go.”

“Puddle fishing is different from river fishing.”

“It’s similar. Don’t scare me.”

“Your brother must learn more.”

He grinned lightly. I got up and stirred the puddle with my hand.

“Brother. What are you planning to do when you go out?”

“First of all… Well… Let’s see… Beat up a cheeky guy…”

“And?”

“I have to go to the fairy forest too. I have to get a job as a lecturer at the academy later.”

“There is a lot to do.”

“A person with ability should work. There’s nothing special, right?”

“That statement is also true.”

I caught a fish with a rock. He lifted her sharp fingernails and sliced her in the stomach.

“I’m glad my brother is different from me.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I was taught that with great power comes great responsibility. That’s why I put many people on my back. It is still the same.”

“Do you know what is going on outside?”

“I don’t know. But I know that if I get out of here, the lizards that may be out there will be more dangerous.”

“……”

“However, there are times when I want to act as I please. Brother Maybe I’m taking on responsibilities I don’t want. It could be that I am afraid that I will be criticized myself, and I am trying to look good to others.”

The scales of the fish came off. As soon as the thick hands came and went, the sashimi was made in no time.

“Maybe my way is right. If you look at it differently, the path of a brother who loses only when he wants to take responsibility might be right. There is no right answer anywhere.”

“…Well, because all humans are different.”

“That’s exactly what it says. But there are things you learn by being together.”

He handed out the sashimi.

“Take it. It is the first dish.”

“Do you like to swallow whole?”

“But don’t brothers like different things? There’s not much I can do. So I want to do something like this.”

“……”

I got one point. Chewed and swallowed

“…Delicious.”

“Your brother is not good at lying.”

“Because you are good at it?”

“I can’t.”

Our eyes met. The dependable Lizard warrior grinned.

“It was a good time. If I could, I’d like to go back to the beginning. Thank you for all the wonderful stories. The strange story of the brothers is very… Very enjoyable…”

“Are you talking like someone you’ll never see again?”

“Your heart gets weaker as you get older. It’s been a long time since I ran through the swamp, and I think I forgot even living as a warrior.”

Rakkeum raised his body. He put his hand on my shoulder.

“Looking at the brothers, I felt belatedly that I wanted to do something for myself, not for my tribe.”

“I think that’s definitely good… What are you going to do first?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Then, can I pick one for you?”

I took the thing I brought with me. Rockkkeum asked tremblingly.

“…Is this?”

“A reward for spending time together.”

He accepted the goods with ease. After looking at the various dyes, brushes, and paper, he glanced at me again.

“What is this…?”

“You said you liked it. Mural. No one will notice, so let’s draw comfortably.”

The cleft pupil widened. A trembling hand picked up the brush.

Dip lightly in black dye and draw on paper. Somewhat clunky hand movements.

However, a hand that is not sure what to do with joy.

What used to be drawn with clumsy skills has now taken shape. Small lake and fishing rod.

With one lizard.

A picture of a human being together.

“…Brother.”

Rakkeum put down his brush. She hugged me tight

“Ra, Rock Kum?”

“…Brother. Wherever you go, I hope that the spirit of the warrior will be with you. Even if you forget me, I will not forget my brother.”

He took me away. He opened his mouth and smiled brightly.

“Meeting my brother was one of my few blessings.”

“…Is it embarrassing?”

“Everything is sincere. Brother don’t forget my name I’m rock The best warrior of the tribe that commanded the swamp.”

A rough hand stroked my hair.

“I will always stand behind your back. Happy times, happy gifts, and happy friends. Don’t forget I’m rock i am your brother go all the way I’ll watch. You… Just think about going all the way. I will support you from behind.”