Overlimit Skill Holder

Lark

I still remember the day my brother was brought to the mine. A boy who gave up everything, despaired of everything, and was lying.

When I saw him, I felt like I would definitely protect him.

And it's never been a second since that thought disappeared.

That day - the day of the collapse in the "Six Heavens Mine" - the contract magic tied to Lark's spirit was solved. Lark's heart spreads like a wedge falling apart and a pile of bricks falling apart - suddenly it feels like it's clear in front of me.

The desire that had been suppressed swelled up, and when I took the gifted ball [Shadow King Magic Sword (Shadow King)] that was in front of me, I took it into my body.

Almighty feeling all over your body.

Lark slashed the soldiers who attacked him one after the other.

That's how I noticed.

Look at yourself.

…………

He said nothing. I couldn't say.

Living as a mine slave, he was the only place in Lark's heart, and he wanted to save his life no matter what happened to him - his younger brother.

I knew at first glance that he was afraid of himself.

The feeling of omnipotence rapidly spilled, and in the last few seconds I realized that I had transformed into a "murderer" —— I felt like I couldn't help feeling dirty.

"Regret" filled my chest. Later, I realized that "there was no other way to help my brother," but still, Lark was about to be crushed by his deep regrets.

--Brother.

I reached out.

Please, take this hand.

I thought I could live with the crime of "murder".

--Hih.

And looking at him, Lark pulled his hand back.

That's how it is. You can't possibly be loved (...) by someone who kills people easily driven by desire.

Lark walked away from him.

I was able to save his life. I was the one who wanted to die for it. So now tell yourself to be satisfied.

I don't remember much about it since then.

When I realized that I was in the town at the foot of the mine, I heard the words "slaves rebelled." When I realized that I was a mine slave, I went into the shop where I was selling my clothes and stole and changed some clothes. I also stole the meal. So he turned the city around —— and eventually he came to the capital.

I didn't think I'd be able to see him again.

But I also thought that the reunion would be the last chance God would give me.

I killed people and incorporated the gifted ball into my body, telling old Hinga "I can't get a value" of 6 stars. If they find him, they will execute him. If you act with your brother, he will be killed.

Then you'd better live away from him.

But nevertheless —— I didn't have the courage to leave the words "somewhere." There's no way he could've seen it.

A lot has happened since then.

He saved a lot of people as if he were going to take back the shot he killed, and his body was upset, and he bled out again and again. I knew it was probably because of Shadow King Magic Swordsmanship , but I couldn't use it. This gift is no longer part of Lark's body. So I ended up stealing the "Below the Moon Beauty". Unless an unknown crack appeared in the sky, he would have stretched his legs to a distant country to heal his body by now.

(... damn it)

Fighting monsters that emerged from the Red Gate was fierce, but I still felt that my mind was getting lighter, little by little. At least I'm helping someone now. All Lark's actions were a sin against the innocent soldiers killed in the mine.

(Thinking back on this... I guess I won't be long...)

The moment I saw the fangs of the end, I thought, "I can't win." But I also thought, "I have to do it." He seemed worthy of risking his life if he had 6 star talents he couldn't win.

If I hadn't thought that the "sin" I bore was "gone" - "somewhere" - I believed that I would never be able to see my brother again.

That was the "blame" that Lark believed was on himself.

It is faint to me that this sin and guilt will not go away until I die. But you can't stop walking.

That's because Lark is his sister.

Lark has been thinking since he swore to protect him. He wants to live a life worthy of his sister.

(... did I give my brother a way to live without shame...?

I couldn't defeat the Fang of the End.

I can only say that I was unlucky, but I will not say it again. Because it's time to fight.

I just wish that giant species had been released and harmed my younger brother - that's all I regret.

An adventurer trying to protect himself is blown away, and there are signs of the end of the fangs approaching.

(Ah... couldn't I protect anyone this time...)

But for some reason, the Fang of the End flew back. It seems that magic has been used.

"You did your best until now....."

Lark opened his eyes.

He looks as poor as he was in the mine and hangs from his waist to a toolbag. I wasn't used to the sword alone - but I soon realized it was him.

You're kidding, why are you here before the words —— there were emotions that came out.

The hand stretched out was the same as Lark's hand stretched out that day, the day the mine collapsed.

... I wanted you to take my hand.

... because it's my brother, I wanted you to take it.

There were so many things I wanted to say.

But such a grudge festival didn't come out of my mouth.

Soon my brother may have grown up and lost his height.

His hands that he touched were getting bigger, pulled and hugged —— warm.

I never thought I'd be in a position to be protected.

"... you've grown up."

That was all Lark had to say.