Dungeon Defense (WN)

Barbato left surprisingly well.

“Because I shouldn't be playing, regent.”

It was a plausible excuse, but it was different. I got up early because I was considerate of my patient. But Barbato was not a great man to express such things out of his mouth, and I loved her for that.

If you're married, maybe you should do it with a guy like Barbatos. I drew a picture of marriage in my head. It was quite easy to imagine.

Even if you have children, Barbato will never raise them on his own. I'll leave my child to others, even if it bothers me. It was obvious.

I have no choice but to raise the child, so people around me are stopping me. “I don't know anyone else, but I can't leave my child's education with Dantalian." I yell what's wrong with raising my child, but no one listens....

Then who will raise our child? Well, maybe it's a form of mutual nurturing.

Laura is doing a lot of things because she doesn't have much work to do. Laffith, Daisy, and Ivar come back from their brief work here.

And then when he gets a little bigger and his head gets thick, he follows Jeremy around. He'll be a ridiculous prank and turn our Demon Lord and his lands completely upside down. Ivar, young master! I tried to stop it, but it didn't work at all.

Barbato will praise you with a smile for not stopping his son. I take a deep breath next to him.

What a beautiful dream. It's impossible for the Demon King to have children. It's just a fantasy.Even so, a smile grows on its own... I wonder why.

As one grows older, one realizes what is impossible for oneself.

I cannot be a warrior. You can't be a revolutionary. You can't be an artist. It becomes clearer and clearer to me what remains of the path. For example, I may not be a leading king, but I may be an inciter, a joker, and an insulter.

Dantalian is a provocative, playful and insulting person.

It's who I am, whether I want to or not. There's no reason to be too sad. I wasn't born because I wanted to. It's also natural for life to harden into a form I don't want....

However, there are very few people who fall into a strange thought there.

They do not seek an identity in "I". Look away. It's like there's a wider horizon out there.

People can name different things on the invisible horizon.

Humanity, for example.

Country.

The world.

I can tease and insult others. As much as you want. But is it okay for the entire human race? Is that really what a good world looks like?

Trick, murder, and rape others -- is that really the right way to look at the world?

Should we leave it alone?

This few people declare silence. "No."

I can be a humble man. I'm okay being selfish. Humanity should not, however. Regardless of how selfish and devilish I am today, I have to come to the future, and the whole of humanity that must be done must be the opposite.

They look down on their humility, but at the same time they say 'no'.

This group of psychopaths does not ask, 'What should I do?' and asks, 'What should humanity do?'

When there is a massacre before our eyes, we say, 'I must flee,' and at the same time, we say, 'Humanity must not tolerate this,' and we use the latter's sentence as our own answer.

Psychopathic.

Calling out the whole of humanity, the whole world, that does not exist in the world and acting as if it does exist, furthermore as if it is my identity. If this were not the delusion of a psychopath, what would it be?

There should be pathological beauty in that. In other words, it is a disease in the world, and people have been suffering from this epidemic ever since…….

“Dantalian.”

When I opened my eyes, there was an endless expanse of white space.

I must have fallen asleep. I knew this place was a lie. I've been invited once before.

“…… Pymon. ”

The red-headed woman smiles bluntly.

“I'm afraid I'm tired, but I'm not interrupting anything. ”

“It's okay. I feel like I've slept well for the last ten days. ”

I shrugged.

“Let's go to the grave and replenish the rest of your sleep forever. ”

“ ……. ”

Huh. I feel a light joke coming out of my mouth, and Pymon's face darkens. He seemed to be grieving or resenting something.

“The credibility of the Republic of Batavia has fallen to the ground, and the Republic of Habsburg is at a standstill. Frank's new government lacks the power to unite the continents. There is nowhere left to lead the Republicans. …… as you wish, Dantalian. ”

“ ……. ”

“Why?”

Pymon's eyes blur with bitterness.

“I only hope for peace, but I just want to see that old word come true…… You know better than anyone…… why, why. ”

It was a messy face with a messy voice.

That's why it was more straightforward than any tone and expression, and I had no choice but to accept the real attack of emotions like sharp arrowheads.

“That's the only way to hurt yourself... I don't want to hurt you...! ”

“So am I. Pymon.”

I took a quiet step towards her.

“I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want to see you and Barbato kill each other. So... ”

“Stay away from me! ”

My toes stopped.

“You're pathetic and you're pathetic! I know everything by acting like I don't know anything…… Why not let the death of a woman like me fall on the line for hundreds of thousands of deaths! We can let the girl die... by herself... foolishly...! ”

The sound of crying settles silently for a moment.

I couldn't reach her or speak to her.

What was Pymon like when he heard I hurt myself? Pymon is noble, but fragile. You must have suffered more pain than your own plan collapsed.

I knew Pymon would suffer, but I didn't, so I stuck a dagger in his abdomen. Let her feel guilty. So that he would abandon his plan to divide the Demon Lord himself.

This is age.

A person who mocks and insults others' beliefs.

“ ……. ”

I pulled the dagger from my waist quietly. I realized the other day, but in this dream, I appeared as the clothes that are most familiar to me. I've always carried around a dagger.

“…… Dantalian? ”

I wonder if I felt suspicious in my posture. Pymon looks at you with a crying face.

I grabbed the dagger in reverse. I straightened my blade to my neck. A horror spreads over Pymon's eyes. She reached out to me.

“No!”

I stabbed the blade into the center of my neck before Pymon's fingertips reached me. Surprisingly, there was not much pain. I felt like my tongue was pressing up and my eyes were disappearing somewhere.

And I woke up from a dream.

The white space disappeared. This was the room where my real body lay. I got up from bed with my palm and grabbed my neck for no reason.

I lay on my back for more than ten days. Of course, my body couldn't properly follow my orders. I almost rolled on the floor of the room and fell off the bed.

My whole body screamed, "Don't move yet." I couldn't get up because I couldn't get on my knees. Fortunately, there is a suitable stick nearby. It was a silver stick for walking the curtain.

“Ugh... ”

I used it as a stick and raised myself halfway up. My arms and legs are twitching, but, yeah. This was okay. There were times when it was worse than this. I could hold on as long as I wanted.

I stumbled and headed for the visit. The Circus can only show the dream to someone close by. The fact that Pymon appeared in a dream meant that she was somewhere in this mansion.

I fell five times just to get from bed to visit. I thought it might be better to crawl, but if I lie down on the floor now, I'm really going to lose my mind. I desperately went on and on with my consciousness.

And let's open up a visit.

Pymon sits there.

I didn't know what else to do. He was staring at me dazed with tears. I stopped laughing at how pretty her face was distorted. I had no strength, so my mouth went up slightly.

I leaned against the staff and barely said a word.

“You... are a coward, Pymon. ”

“ ……. ”

“You must have been afraid to see me in person. How should I apologize? What face should I meet...... I don't know, so I came to dream. What a ridiculous coward……. ”

I know. Her nature is not an idealist.

If you were truly an idealist, you would have forced yourself on others. In the plains of Bruno, you rescued me even after you lost your magic. Why? Why did you do such nonsense?

“You don't want anyone to sacrifice themselves…… whether it's the Demons or me…… so you decided to destroy yourself, the Demon King itself. ”

“ ……. ”

“The reason war is happening is because the Demon King has an extraordinary existence...... Then he would have thought to sacrifice me. I don't want to hurt anyone... … I have to hurt myself. ”

It is unclear whether it is an obsessive notion that originates in the hierarchy of Circubus or a propensity that originates from the nature of Pymon.

“Fifty years from now, the plains will be stronger, so we need to stir up chaos before that…… Good. But you're not sure you want to win. I'm sure all the Demon Kings will gather except you. Can you beat them? ”

“I, I……. ”

“You thought it didn't matter if you didn't win. If you lose, you will fall alone. That's what you're looking at. ”

Even in the War of the Monthly Blinds.

If I had been in Pymon's shoes, I never would have given Barbatos a moment of respite. You would have joined Elizabeth and gone into the air almost immediately. Justification can be manipulated as much as you want.

Nevertheless, I gave Barbatos a few days to consider surrendering. In the past, Pymon thought he was drunk on the certainty of victory.

But now I know. She just doesn't have the courage to push her ideals to others…… even if she knows she needs to be massacred, she can't commit the massacre. The reason is simple: you're not absolutely sure you're right.

Same thing in the original game scenario. I missed my chance to kill a warrior. Why? Because I knew warriors were noble men. You know you have to kill a warrior for the Horseman, but in the end, you take his own life instead.

Pymon, you are too kind to stain the continent with blood.

“If not, kill me here and now. ”

I looked her straight in the eye.

“I swear, I will continue to block your path. I am your biggest obstacle and stumbling block…… Even if you kill me, prove your ambition……! ”