Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[05]

I saw a dream awakened from a dream.

A dream where you can't see anything when you open your eyes.

Darkness and cold stones.

The musty air.

After a long, long torture, "I" was there long enough to melt into the darkness.

Occasionally you can hear rat's footsteps. I come closer to my body as food and die. Despite his weak body, he was able to hit rats.

At first I was at a loss.

No, it's the first time I'm lost.

The hunger that approaches death causes the dignity of people to be lightly discarded.

He vomited the raw blood and vomited many times, and even began to eat it, and survived messy. As long as you are alive, your fate will come. There will always be revenge opportunities.

So I waited.

I just waited.

One year later, the first prince appeared before him.

He told Aaldhi's death. He told me how he killed me.

Anger erupted from the brain, reaching out of the angry grate.

He looked at it without moving his face, and left the prison in a mess.

Two years later, the first prince appeared again.

He reported that he had killed Liridias and his brother. It is said that it is a relative killing of the clan tradition.

I distorted my face with hatred and glared at him.

He looked at it with a sad face.

Five years later, the first prince appeared again.

He reportedly killed Remir and Robbs. He laughed, "Your friends are the last two."

I curse him while spitting blood.

Ten years have passed.

At last he came.

With a laugh, he told him he couldn't kill the thruth orb.

But Sursoube said that no dwarfs had been killed by Elves who had been ousted from the Central Continent and emigrated to the Right Continent.

It's clear that he's wicked.

This guy played. He played in the manner of killing.

Hit the rekindled hatred against him.

In a laugh, he disappeared. That was the last moment I saw him.

Ten years have passed.

Twenty years.

For fifty years, he did not appear.

Perhaps a hundred years have passed.

He survived a tremendous amount of time with the flames of revenge.

However, there is no flame that cannot be extinguished as a great flaming surgeon says.

Eat a rat. Make full use of mage. There is a limit to burning your body with hatred. No matter how long you keep your life, there is always an end as long as you are a person.

If anyone breaks this providence, it is no longer human.

I was exhausted.

He kept cursing the prince and exhausted.

Even if life is gone, flesh melts and even bones become dust,

But the fire of hatred does not turn into ash,

Then the resounding sound does not disappear in the wind,

Even if I forget everything, I will not forget my hatred.

In the back of the abandoned prison, tar-like sludge condensing darkness remained.

The things born out of it are God but not God.

Wrongdoing and bad tricks,

Lust and hatred,

Of silence and dark fire,

A beast killer god with golden eyes.

A cursed new god who doesn't care for the world.

No one knows her name. Hence the name Misronica.

She claims to be an old word that has died.

I am a "forgetful person".

I woke up from a nightmare.

Is it unbearable to call the serving God's past a nightmare?

"you?"

Lana looks into her face as if she had woken up on a roll.

The same golden eyes as those who forget.

Same eyes as me.

She has never heard of this eye. What I don't say is that you don't have to listen. The heavier, he / she gives us the full range of trust.

This is such a woman.

"A little bit of a dream"

"In that case, it's better to hit the night breeze, because I'll warm my cold body."

"Do it"

It's a delicious proposal. Let's spoil it.

Pull off the sleeping lansir's body and get out of the warm futon.

He slipped out of the room with his cloak over his shoulder.

As you walk down the quiet corridors and up the stairs, unexpected guests come to the rooftop.

Long hair like night dances in the wind. A barefoot girl with a shadow-like dress stuck to her skin.

In fact,

"What happened? Did you have a terrible dream?"

"I had a terrible dream."

It is invisible to a god born of hatred. With her gaze facing the meadow, only her hand moves, "Come here."

Standing next to me, I realized the smallness of my God.

"Let's talk."

`` A young girl is associated with the nobility of a noble, trapped in a trap, chased from a country, gets caught in a bad situation in another country, and at the end is a dream of losing everything. ''

"Did you look like that?"

"Is it different?"

It looked to me.

I could not see anything else.

"The first husband loved the concubine, that's how his wife, the concubine, would not deny anyone else. The reason why he was chased out of Neomia would be just Garving's mischief. After all, betrayal and everything, in the thoughts of that guy. "

"Now, Garving"

That great magician is still in this world. It's just my intuition, but definitely.

Then always with my hands.

"Let's stop. If you're alive, your teacher is no longer a human being, much less a god. It's like a natural disaster like a dragon or a storm. People don't deal with such things. You must endure. "

“……………”

I don't think that human wisdom is defeated by such things.

One day you will surely find a way to beat him.

Garving, like Abaddon, has a record for posterity. That could be fatal. Even if I can't use it

Something leads to a sudden beat.

"Mislanica, what is the first hero? ---"

This is not an intuition.

The conviction that I have gained from the dreams I have experienced.

"The king of beast hunting in Elysium. Is it the first prince who has lived since ancient times?"

"Yeah. Even after a long time, I'm still manipulating Elysium from the shadows. Even though I'm a human being, the fruit is the incarnation of the curse."

It should be a human or you can kill it.

"Why is he a Gentile?"

"I don't know. Are you afraid of the Gentiles, or who is your advice? No, if so from the beginning."

Is it the motive of a guy who doesn't understand Mislanica?

"Soya, do you not change your mind? Do you run away?"

"I won't run away"

"Do you fight?"

"Yes, I fight"

This is not because of your will.

Fight because he doesn't like it.

Fight me because the aliens come in the way.

My important ones

"The concubine has contracted with various people and has fought against Elysium, the beast, and the first prince. There were a few victory, but ... directly with the first prince. No one has won. ''

"It's like before. Everything has an end and a beginning. There is no endless nightmare, as there is no flame that will not go out."

"Are you not afraid?"

"My few special skills"

No, the fact that the fear component is broken is a proof of a defective product.

"... I gave up giving up the Lord. Well, there is no endless nightmare. One day it will be dawn, and a new dawn will come. A world without God and no curse."

My god in the moonlight looked like the goddess of the moon.

At the same time, the crystal clear presence reminds me of the transient anxiety that is about to shatter and disappear.

"After this battle, will you be my god?"

"I can't do it. No matter how you use the peculiar techniques, the next battle will burn out the contract. Not only that. Your ――――――”

"Then I'll show you fight like a believer. If I forget, that's fine if you remember."

It's too good for God to remember or to end up wanting to die.

"Whether you win or lose, do you lose everything? A battle with no profit."

"I will recover it even if I lose it. Even if it burns out, I will collect the ash and make it again.

And I can't imagine that all these bonds will turn into ash.

Something will always remain. I don't think people can lose anything. I don't think so.

"Is it a stupid thing ... you're stronger. No, my concubine is weaker."

"When I met, I was too hungry and died."

That weak cat is this beautiful girl.

In such places, I am lucky.

"My concubine is God. I wasn't really hungry and dying. I was hungry in the sense of human involvement."

"And now?"

"I'm overeating. I'll get fat."

"Hmm"

I have to eat more.

"Where are you stupid?"

I was looking at humble parts.

"I'm sorry"

"Good. Let's forgive the last disgrace tonight."

Last?

No, not the last.

I have to ask my God to grow in various ways.

"Soya, kneel down."

Follow one knee.

On that day, I repeat the contract I made with that prison.

"A man born and forgotten of the dark fire asks. Will you become my sword and fulfill your thirst? —The sword has no honor, has no blood, has no peace in its soul. Answer in silence. "

“………”

answer.

"The one who is born out of bad mood and forgets asks. Thou shalt humiliate, slurping himself, to do what he can, to do what he has to do, to gain what he has, to steal what he robbes, and to plot for the king and slaughter the hero. Will you be willing to do it? If it's nothing, answer in silence. "

“………”

"Those who are born and forgotten of wrongdoing will respond to their silence. The concubine forgives you for your innocence, forgives your false accusations, even if it becomes a dark pilot of calamity, only the concubine forgives everything. Therefore ---- "

The cold body that covers. Mysteriously the night breeze stopped.

I wait for the next word.

Wait, but only the silence sounds.

This silence may be the answer again.

Hands around hips and hugging her body. When I looked at my face, it looked like a surprised crying face.

"I'm glad I met you"

Please do not forget this.