Sigrens mother, Carla, had cared for her son until the mont she died.
You have to live, Sigren
That short sentence bound itself to him, becoming sothing almost like a curse. Because of those words he couldnt give up his life and had barely managed to escape from the people who tried to kill him. Of course, it was a life that was difficult to live. For a ten-year-old boy, while trying to escape from death, he also had to worry about eating and living. Fortunately, he entered the rcenary corps to do chores, so he could avoid starving. But that was the only fortunate thing. Living there wasnt easy. He entered the rcenary corps that had the roughest personality among the rcenaries. Sigren was assaulted due to rage many tis, sotis for no reason. Those with a really bad temper hurt his skin with the cigarettes they smoked. Sigrens body was filled with small scars from it since he wasnt properly treated.
However, he endured silently. All again, it was because his mothers wishes rang clearly in his ear. Nevertheless, amidst the repeated pain and loneliness, a question rang in his mind. I have to live. But what the hell do I live for?
He couldnt lie. He was lonely. The thought of soone needing him by their side, it would be a nice thing. He wanted to find the value of his existence, just a little bit, and not live as though he was an insignificant bug.
You bastard, youre not even worth it. You have nowhere to go, just take it. I took you, but youre a complete useless.
The reality was cold. The treatnt towards an orphan boy who could only do chores was worth nothing more than a toy. The rcenaries threw harsh words, knocked him over the floor, and ruthlessly hit him with their fists and feet. Others, who at least didnt participate in the senseless violence, did nothing to stop their actions. They just watched with a heartless gaze.
He had always lived in such an environnt. In a world without even the slightest sympathy, far from favorable. Not a day went by where new bruises didnt form on Sigrens small body.
After all those years, the rcenary corps which Sigren belonged to had to defend the Heilon territory. The fight against monsters was obviously dangerous, but the paynt was great.
Sigren, who didnt even receive a proper weapon, survived the fight against monsters with the sword of soone hed picked up on the battlefield. The endless fight was tough, but there was one good thing. The battle over life and death made him stronger.
However, that one battle. The onagers were broken. One of the rcenaries who always had bothered Sigren pushed Sigren through to the middle of monsters. You are so useless. Go, be a human shield! and that rcenary escaped through the gap.
Sigren was skilled to endure with his life. However, no matter how much his skill had improved, the fourteen-year-old boy was still not strong enough. Eventually, he was deeply cut at his abdon and passed out due to exhaustion.
Is this my end?
He was relieved at the thought that it was finally over. One thing that he felt was unfortunate was that he was going to die on behalf of such crap. The rcenary who pushed Sigren was the guy who had the worst temper. There were people who needed more help than soone like that. He wanted to reach out to the weak. Because no one helped him when he was alone. At least, he wanted to help.
He knew it was a weak mindset that he didnt want anyone to live like him. The world he lived in was in a place where one must exploit soone to go up but he didnt want to be that kind of person. As a result, he was beaten like a livestock every day and finally t his end.
Yet, still, even a little bit, he wanted to believe that his wish was not in vain. There must be a light sowhere, or he could be the light for sobody.
But its impossible now.
Soon after, Sigren closed his eyes.
In the darkness, soone gently stroked his head. It was a kind of touch that he felt for the first ti in a long ti, it was so comfortable that he could almost cry. Then, when he opened his eyes, Sigren saw a girl asleep at his side in a room full of sunset glow. Silver hair spread out gently on the edge of the bed and glowed in the sunset.
It was the most peaceful sight in his tired life.
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