Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

Garoud, pierced through his abdomen, distorted his face painfully.

From the area where the knife was stabbed, the blood is slowly starting to thrive and drip off.

Normally, a trained shield would not lead to death to this extent.

But with a recoil that unleashed the finest martial arts of the defense, Garud is now in a state of infancy.

Moreover, there is no sturdy armor of white and hard copper, nor a shadow to behold because of the fierce battle.

In anticipation of that, Sarah would have waited a long time for this opportunity.

Garoud reaching hard and grasping the knife pattern.

It compares power to Saralisa trying to pull it out against it.

From behind the two people we met, Thor asked succinctly.

"Why?

"Because... you killed your sister... because this is the man who killed you"

"Didn't you happen to get caught up in the torn wind?

"... no. That was obviously intentional."

Salarisa glances at Garudo's complexion while holding the knife pattern.

I started talking about the situation in a pompous way, deciding that I couldn't breathe as far away as I could as I could pull my blood away.

That day, he was pretty late on his itinerary.

But Garoud, who never tried to cross a dangerous bridge until then, insists on staying overnight in the Great Long Rock, if usual.

And at the time when the evening torn wind was most likely to occur, there was a tragedy trying to get through here.

As a man who was best at retreating fights and whose name everyone names in prudence, it was too unlikely a failure.

Plus, the behavior that followed was too unnatural.

If you were the best member at the time, you couldn't defeat the Titans. But it shouldn't have been hard to find and help only Celse.

But all the faces that Garud had gathered were not as skilled as they were.

Besides, he's just come to the wilderness, and he even interacts with the unfamiliar.

Then there's no point in losing continually.

Every time she loses, Sarah complains to her brother-in-law over and over again.

But Garoud never once took up the protest.

As a result, the bad reputation of giants spreads and recruitment becomes a very difficult situation.

And only Garud's call for a good escape was to be heightened.

"Is that why I let you die? Just for your own reputation."

"I know that too, but the aim is my sister's insurance money..."

"I've already received the money and I heard you bought a carriage."

"Missing people only get half the price. Evidence of a definite death... if we don't find the body, it won't be full."

If the body comes out right away, you risk exposing it if something doesn't taste right.

That's why he said he was waiting for the trail he killed to disappear.

And then with the strings of shells left on the white bone corpse and the testimony of Tor and Salaritha, it would suffice.

"Oh no, just for that matter,... this guy took my sister,... Sister Celse who was so sweet!

In a hate-stained form, Sarah once again stares at her brother-in-law.

Garud, by contrast, doesn't try to say anything.

I'm just leaning over.

No, those shoulders were shaking slightly.

At the same time, the sound of air leaking overflows through its mouth.

The man suspected of killing his wife was grinning painfully.

And when I look up, I tell my sister-in-law, who opens her eyes, in a funny tone.

"I didn't expect you to read it so brilliantly. He was really the best finger ever, this guy."

Sarah, pointing her jaw at her sister's skull, tries to say something back.

But there's too much anger, and the words don't seem to come out well.

Garoud, who exhaled heavily, says clarity.

"Certainly Celse was killed. But I'm not the one who put my hand down."

"No way, lie like that!

Controlling Saralisa, who absurd her voice, Thor approached the white bones buried in the sand.

Touch gently with your hands to explore history.

Because of the monster's exposure to the litter breeze, its hidden background seemed readable right after death.

Having made sure there were no major scars on his bones, Thor turns around and tells the facts.

"There's no trauma like that. Probably the reason I couldn't move out of here."

"Well, I told you so."

"You're the one who made me do that! Leave my sister here, who can't escape by herself!

"No, it was Celse who hoped so. It was Cersei himself who killed Cersei. He stayed here on purpose."

"No, how could you!

As he breathes painfully, Garud points to the dead grass that remained in his skull.

"I really want that grass... But you're too late to find it."

"Is this..., Blue Crown Grass"

The bearded guide opened his eyes only slightly with surprise to Thor's words, which touched the numb grass.

"And you seemed to be blooming on the body. I thought it was a parasitic plant."

"It's supposed to be a rotting plant that nourishes bones and blooms. Dr. O'Doyle's for sale."

"So, what's this grass for?

"He said it works for the disease. It relieves the symptoms of a blood disease and allows you to live longer. That's what they taught me."

"... no way,... no way!

"Oh, to cure Rudell's mixed disease. But it's not like it's anyone's body. We need the blue-crowned grass of a human with blood connections."

Blue crown grass sprouts from the white bone take about a year to two years.

If a body is found in the meantime, the prospectus will end in failure.

I just buried the body, and now it's possible that only the grass will be taken away.

What the two of them had planned for that was to hide the body in this place, where no one could get near it.

But the miscalculation was that the Storm Sand Titans were more powerful enemies than we thought.

Rumors to keep people away also work in bad directions because of too much.

In the end, it took three years to get rid of the monster, which means it was too late to collect the grass.

"The truth is, I was going to die in front of you a little more..."

Garoud, who sent a glimpse into his lost sister-in-law, adds the words softly.

"But to make sure he lets his sister get away with it, he's got to get in the back."

"Why... why don't you shut up to me..."

"Well, that's to get me killed here."

"Eh."

Suddenly Salarisa raised her dismayed voice to Garud, who let go of her hand, which was holding the knife down.

And rush to re-grip the pattern to prevent the wound from spreading any further.

"I couldn't take Celse's share. Then I'll have to bloom next."

"What? What?"

"I've been prepared for that at some point. If we end up here, Celse's death becomes utterly pointless. That's all..."

"Then you should die alone. Why do you want this kid to do it?

On behalf of Salarisa, who suddenly lost herself, Thor asked calmly.

Is it painful or breathing on your shoulders, the dying man answers.

"If I die, I have to hide the body and watch... It's a work of guts. And look after Rudell..."

Garoud, who has become intolerable, kneels down and breathes.

But I can't shake my gaze.

"Sympathy has its limits. But if guilt is added there, I'm sure people won't stop until they serve their purpose. I can't stop.... that's Serse's word."

"No way, what did you think of this muscular?

"Oh, because he's a woman with eyes that look a long way ahead of me. I've never beaten him on a pawnboard."

"Oh no..., my sister..."

Garud looks straight at Tor and brings his last suggestion.

"If I go missing, only half of the death insurance money I put on me comes in. Plus the demon stone that knocked down the carriage and the giant. Look, it's not a bad story."

"You want me to help you?

"I've been running away, running away, bullying and surviving..., to die beside this guy. Please, take the end."

What is in front of you is not a black-steel adventurer with a mundane grin.

He's the father who dared to distance himself from his daughter, knowing his approaching farewell.

And a man who decided to sacrifice himself for a child born with his beloved wife.

Thor gives himself up to the often rough wind.

Then he approached quietly and put his hand on the knife that remained stabbed in the man's belly.

Garoud, who received it as meaning to become an accomplice, gives a relief look.

But the next moment, what Thor unleashed was a word of rejection.

"Don't worry about it."

"Help? - Huh?

"What?"

At the same time as the statement, the knife pulls momentum through well.

In panic for the act, his brother-in-law and sister shifted their gaze to the wound.

But what I saw there was an abdomen where all that bleeding could have disappeared like a lie.

"Thor, you!

"You said it before when you were playing on the pawnboard. You have to pay for what you do."

"Oh, oh, I might have said that..."

"I thought I might lose something extra by paying for it."

"What are you trying to say?

"You haven't noticed? There's the feeling of Rudell worrying about you, and Sara Lisa, who's been burning herself to take care of you. You guys are already a whole new family."

"... I know about that. You're the one who figured that out? I feel like my child could die because of my parents!

"I can't say it's the same, but I've had similar feelings. It's really hard for someone to die because of you."

"Then you know as much as I do that!

"That way sacrifice may make your feelings easier, but the family that lost you carries the burden all the time. Is that what your father does?

"It's not like you can handle it with beauty!

Tor spoke quietly to Garoud, who roughed up the words.

"There may be other ways you can treat it. Don't carry it all on your own. First, discuss it with your family. Don't just push your feelings."

"Yes, but. I'm not allowed to..."

"Stop blaming yourself that way already. You're not the only reason Celse's dead."

"Damn... Ugh... the truth is... I said I'd die first. But he said I wouldn't be able to see him this far... damn it!

"You reminded me of something hard. It's an apology. Take it."

So Thor reached out to the dead grass tangled in his skull.

You can't resurrect a dead being, but if you're involved with a monster, you can put it back right after death.

It was the blue grass that boasted freshly picked mistletoe that was held in the hand offered by Thor.

Both eyes of the Occasion Garudo are maximized.

"... oh, you"

"Look, you can handle this"

"If you can, do it from the start! What was that sermon earlier?

"Don't stab me in the nail for a second, 'cause guys like you do it again."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Garoud, who receives the blue crown grass, laughs out loud.

Its bearded cheeks were covered with flowing tears at some point.

The man, who cried and laughed, speaks to the straw player.

"Excuse me, can you sing him a song?

".................. Yes"

Salaritha, who picked up the harp, gently rattles the strings.

And with a clear voice, he sang a mourning song about the dead.

A melody that reminds me of somewhere far away flows loosely through the earth with only sand, wind and rock.

Sarah remembered nostalgically that she didn't like being able to sing this song one day.