The Tree Spirit of the Immortal vanished.
As a matter of fact, there was a third body that was the true body, and there were further enemies, and there was one such development and I was wary.
On top of that, when I was finally convinced of the victory, it was more of a relief than a joy that came into play.
"... good..."
Sitting on the floor of a much rougher temple in battle, haha, takes a deep breath.
He was a strong enemy. It has no multiplier.
I destroyed God's "Wood Spirit," but I didn't get much wonder and accomplishment.
No matter how you think about it, is it because many of the winning factors were outside of me? [M]
Brad gave me a high-ranking demon sword, the existence of "Eat Up (Overeater)."
That Gus had already defeated one crack of the Wood Spirit, which should have been the other's hidden sphere?
Gracefield, the god of lightning, gave me protection as a patron saint.
And Martel, the godmother of the earth, the patron saint of Marie, bought me only a few seconds in the earthen.
What's more, the technology of swords, magic, and prayer, which the three of us have so far given us.
And more important than that kind of combat ability, like a core as a human being.
That kind of stuff piled up, and they managed to repel it.
It wasn't weird that I was dead in some kind of applause, and if any of the elements were missing, there would have been no winning.
Thanks to the protection of God, and above all to the three of us.
I was blessed with my surroundings.
If I was embarrassed by that good fortune, I'd be hugged all the time.
"Will... Will, you're safe..."
The gentle smell of the burnt incense tree envelops me.
"…… Will, you did well."
A boney, unsoft hand squirts my hair abruptly.
"Hmm. Even though there's no blood connection, even if it's Marie and Brad's kid. We've accomplished this, and it's natural."
The same, untrue hatred.
"Marie, Brad, Gus............!
A tear seeped into the three voices.
My heart trembles. Even more so, I feel the sense of accomplishment.
That's right.
Like a hero of the story, I didn't want to defeat God.
I just wanted to protect my three loved ones.
Like in my previous life, I didn't want to stay grumpy.
Just hope that's all, fight for your life.
"Yeah, I did it... I did it..."
I could protect you.
Right, I got up, I could fight.
I didn't leave you hanging around.
All three, here they are.
... I was able to protect you.
"Good……… good…………"
My chest is jammed with all the thoughts that come up.
The tears spilled.
"Everyone is safe, I'm glad………"
Embrace Marie back.
I saw Brad, I saw Gus.
I was laughing.
Everyone was laughing.
I laughed sobbing so I could get along. [M]
"All right, once again, it's Will's bar mitzvah!
Brad swung his fist in majesty.
"Well, you can clean it up later."
"Uh-huh. Save it for Dwarven Spirits, a 200-year-old dwarf."
"Fire alcohol!? Grandpa Gus, you've been hiding something!
"You don't have to drink alcohol to make your kids drink it!
"Dwarf Spirits? Is that delicious?
"Uhm, the entity is so eager to drink!
"Nice, just pretend. Oh, my God, it's my seat!
"Yes, yes. Let's have some gas with us!
"Will.... you don't drink too much, do you? If something like that happened before, I wouldn't forgive you anymore, would I?
"Ha, ha!
"When I look open and stare at you in the face, you're super scared..."
"Heh heh, not as good as Brad's face."
"Ha, must be woe"
"So, Grandpa Gus, where's the fire wine..."
Like that, talking cute.
I was just about to move...
Marie and Brad fell from their knees.
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I didn't know for a second what happened.
"Ma, Lee? Brad?"
The words I uttered seemed somewhat out of place.
"Uh... I knew, no"
"I don't think so."
The two tried several times to get up and gave up and sat on the spot to see if their legs wouldn't move.
"I have no choice. I want to disappear, refuse to sell my soul to the Immortal, and remain immortal while I believe in a good God, there is no way I can get by."
"Ma, that's true. … Until the end of the celebration, I really wanted you to spill your eyes."
"GraceFeel has put a lot of effort into it. I wouldn't be surprised if it had disappeared immediately."
I don't understand what you're saying.
I don't want to understand.
"Uh, Will. … that's all for me and Marie."
"You've got to be kidding."
I didn't want to accept it and those words spilled out of my mouth reflexively.
"Huh, you two, you're playing a prank"
My voice trembles.
"It's a celebration because of it, but it's terrible, it's already..."
"Will.... you're smart, you know that, right?
But I knew it.
I understand that this happens somewhere in my head.
That's what they said, and when I could stare, I couldn't do it anymore.
"............... if that's what you say all of a sudden. I wanted you to laugh and seed a prank."
The feeling of rejection slowly shriveled.
Breathe.
The only thing left behind is the feeling of giving up mixed up, vain, lonely.
Loneliness, is this the expression used in times like this?
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry..."
Both Marie and Brad may have similar feelings.
"……… Can't you do something about it?
"It won't. Even if you could, you shouldn't."
Marie shook her head.
"Did you say that, too?" Live and die properly. "
I got a little lost along the way for about 200 years, but Brad said it was too safe.
"Besides, parents die before their children. That is the natural, the regulating of the earth."
Marie said.
It was the priestly word of the Mother Earth.
"Yeah, well. That's right."
That seems to be what it is.
Even God of Lightning, my patron saint, would say the same thing.
But...
"…… just once, you say something you shouldn't say."
But...
"Still, I don't want to see Marie and Brad die."
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I don't like it.
Absolutely not.
I don't want to see it.
I don't want to see Marie and Brad die.
Words that should never be said, either as children in front of dying parents or as priests of God who preside over circles and souls.
Words that even overshadow that dressed proclamation against the Immortal.
But I can't help but tell you.
"One day when I come back here, I want to see Marie and Brad again.
I want to play a game with Brad and get hit and done, and say something stupid.
You did your chores with Marie, and you've improved, what do you want me to say?
I want you to look at my children and grandchildren one day, and I want them to tell me things like me. "
That was my dream.
I knew it wouldn't come true in half somewhere, sweet dreams.
"And yet I can't believe it's gone now.
I can't believe we're saying goodbye here, it's awful, I don't like it, I can't stand it!
When the two of you are gone, how am I supposed to live from now on......!!
My voice trembles.
After that, I started crying.
"Don't go… I don't want to…… you can stay………"
While I was at it, he looked pitiful.
Cry, whine, waste.
It's like, a child.
But still, I wanted to tell you.
"……… Marie"
"Yeah."
Look at me like that.
Marie and Brad nod, gazing at each other.
Then each of them made a fist and slapped me in the head.
It doesn't hurt. It's like lightly poking, such a fist.
"No, Wagamama, don't say"
"Brad is right. Listen to me."
In kind words, scold me.
"Ugh..."
Still, I can't stand what's coming up.
"Uhhhhh..."
Tears overflow.
My face is distorted and my vision is messed up with tears.
Over and over again, I sneeze.
Since when do I cry so much?
The emotions that stir up are speechless anymore.
"Hahaha, you've done something like a father in a long time"
"Will was really a tough kid."
The two are laughing at each other.
"... hey, Will. We'll do anything for you, too. But you can't do that."
Brad turns to me and talks.
"If we die, how will we live," he said?
… but still, I'm alive.
I can't live anymore! I don't care, humans, if you eat and sleep unexpectedly, you won't die, and you'll find another important mon. "
Brad pulled me closer, embracing me for the first time since I was a baby.
As expected, it felt like a stiff bone full of interstitial wind, with no shards of warmth.
Wow, I can stroke my head at the same rate as when I was a kid.
The feeling of uncomfortable at all overflowed with tears again.
"I'll see you outside. Make lots of ducks, two or three of your beautiful sisters get caught and have fun doing it."
"Brad. You shouldn't recommend dishonesty.... Will, love and marriage are honest!
At all, Marie said at the same time as she preached.
Then... and I inherited the word.
"Will. You have made a strong vow to the God of Lightning to accomplish God's killing.
That's what heroes do. Your future destiny will be filled with turbulence "
Marie's words, who correctly resided, were as harsh as a cleric making a proclamation.
"There will be losses. Sometimes you will be unreasonably blamed.
Betrayed by those who helped you, the good deeds you have done may be forgotten, you may lose what you have built, and you may remain full of enemies. "
But the harsh atmosphere quickly softened.
Invited, hugged all the time.
"Still, love people.
Do good.
Do not fear loss, make more than break, forgive sin, hope in despair, and joy in sorrow.
And protect the weak from all kinds of intimidation.
… for us, as we challenged the immortal God "
Maybe you know this is your last hug.
"Will. William.... my child. Brad and mine, pretty girl.
Marie's arm holding me was trembling. [M]
My arm was trembling, too.
"People, with one determination, can start anything. Remember that.
… May the Spirit of Courage and the blessing of the Good Gods always be with you "
Well, it wasn't the tears that caused Marie's face to blur.
I guess the spirit body is on the verge of separation.
Rich blonde hair and slightly droopy emerald eyes, standing still.
... Sounds sober and gentle, there was an old man.
"Believe the results and step forward.
You have something to think about, but don't let it stop you. "
Brad also looks doubly blurred.
Lion-like redhead, warrior-like sharp eyes, lumpy, forged flesh.
... wild and pleasant, he looks like an old man.
I engraved them on my chest and the words I received.
I'm sure I won't forget.
Because it is something that will surely illuminate my life, like God's light.
And for a while, I was silent... and I heard a cough.
Turning around, Gus was there.
Where did you bring it from, a bottle of firewine that looked expensive, and four glasses floating around to bring it.
Seeing how it sits in a pompous position.
Something went wrong and we all laughed more and more.
Then there were four of us, and we drank fire alcohol.
The first alcoholic beverage the four of us had had an impressive aroma of alcohol strong enough to burn their throats.
- That night, guided by a holy light, my parents returned to the circle.