Capítulo 1118: Chapter D447: I Once Thought of Ending It All
She was abducted by Goblins.
The kind of enormous misfortune, only occasionally heard in rumors, that makes one cover their face and sigh, landed inexplicably upon her.
No matter how much she chastised herself for her stupidity, rashness, and ignorance, it was to no avail; even if she drew harsh ridicule, she could only remain speechless.
She paid a heavy price for this.
An experience so hellish she is unwilling to recall it even now.
Yet, before her physical agony led to complete collapse, she cast one final spell, a spell not for counterattack but an iron wall imposed upon her heart.
She sealed her own spirit.
As even a Beginner who hadn’t undergone the First Turn, facing that sheer and brutal nurical violence, this was her only resistance.
Even so, it wasn’t easy to say everything was fine.
However, whenever consciousness briefly awoke from the gaps of the nightmare, despair surged in like the tide—why hadn’t she been rescued yet?
She even considered more than once, whether it might be better to simply end herself.
But each ti she thought of the people waiting for her return, she managed to persevere at the brink of collapse.
anwhile, within her sealed heart, in that most hidden corner, blossod a sense of dark relief she never thought she could possess.
—She isn’t here.
It wasn’t disappointnt over her not coming to rescue, nor sorrow for having no one to share her suffering.
Quite the opposite, rely because the fact “she hasn’t abandoned everything to save ,” she ironically felt a shred of comfort amidst the endless tornt.
Upon noticing, even she found such emotions hard to comprehend and bizarre.
However, indeed, that girl isn’t special.
Thus, this was normal.
Certainly, in this pitch-black cavern, she couldn’t know anything of the outside world, nor what the girl was doing.
Perhaps she was watching the gate day and night, begging her father and brother endlessly, or maybe even planning to set forth alone outside the city…
But it’s okay, you don’t need to do that.
You don’t need to sacrifice everything for , you don’t need to set yourself ablaze. Just live as usual.
At her most desperate mont, when that girl wasn’t by her side… she strangely found comfort in that.
But that’s fine.
If that’s the case, even if she becos unrecognizable, no longer kind, she would surely be able to—
Thus holding onto this unspeakable dark sentint, upon next opening her eyes, the nightmare was over.
She was saved.
…The lingering wounds on her body hurt more than expected.
Even if Lord Bishop himself intervened, it would require more than one treatnt for these surface scars to disappear, right?
Yet, although she was quite popular in the Church, it didn’t seem important enough for soone like the Legendary Bishop to co imdiately.
Of course, it’s not to say she’d be neglected; soon, perhaps even tomorrow, or at most a few days, the scars on the surface would be treated.
Just endure a few more days… and she could appear before her with a smile as always, right?
Suddenly, urgent footsteps ca from outside the door.
Ah, predictably.
She would never make her wait.
Yet, upon seeing her so wretched, what would she think?
Would she weep bitterly? Bla herself endlessly? Or embrace this tainted body gently?
At least I hope she doesn’t find it unbearable to look at…
Her spirit trapped in a shattered body, with trembling expectation and unease, listened to those ever-nearing footsteps.
The footsteps stopped.
The door opened.
And then, at that instant, she felt it.
As if the Sun fell, enough to lt the frozen spirit—burning heat.
—She beca the Hero.
Though the next mont, that girl silently closed the door, turned around, and left, the transformation of her soul had already begun.
Because she witnessed her wretched state, understood truly what cruel treatnt her dear friend suffered.
Just for having this scene reflected in her sight, the fla of anger twisted the girl’s spirit, setting her on the path of revenge.
No, it wasn’t revenge.
Because before her suffering, she didn’t even know what Goblins were.
She didn’t beco the Hero to avenge on Goblins.
Rather, to eliminate all that hard “her,” she beca the Hero.
Whether they are Goblins, Dragons, Gods, or even—Humankind.
She suddenly found the person she thought she knew best beca utterly unfamiliar.
A figure willing to set the world ablaze for her sake, suddenly vividly arose in her mind.
At that mont, fear unfathomable erged in her heart.
She knew, the cheerful girl wouldn’t return anymore.
Why did it turn out this way? It shouldn’t be like this.
‘She and I are alike.’
With only these words left, the silhouette of that man who walked away with his sleeve brushing flashed inappropriately in her mind.
Could it be, he was right?
—It cannot be so.
Yet, what can she do now? The past cannot be rewritten, the scars have been etched, the transformation has happened.
If she continued to stay by her side henceforth, could she revert to the carefree girl she used to be?
…She had no confidence in that.
No, it should be, if she continued staying by her side like this, she’d only beco fuel nourishing that fla of revenge.
She felt fearful of this.
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