For so reason, the whole scene felt like a mom sending their children off to school instead of a senior and two juniors.
Without waiting for a reaction, Liana pushed the two of us out of the door, sending us onto the empty streets outside the adventurer’s guild building.
The sky was colored a bright orange, and the sun was not yet fully visible as a mountain range in the distance partially blocked its rise.
Illuminated by the sky, the empty streets seed to glow as the windows of buildings on both sides of the street reflected the orange color.
It was ironic how the sun was beginning to rise at the exact mont I began my new life as a Glaive.
New beginnings, perhaps.
It was peaceful...a serene view.
The silence, the sweet sll, and the beautiful orange sky.
At that mont, everything ca crashing down as I suddenly felt my right leg explode with pain as sothing slamd against it.
A mont later, an emotionless voice sounded from my right, an area I couldn’t see due to the bandage.
"Let’s go."
With my right leg wobbling, I tilted my head to the right, seeing Evangel’s figure slowly walking forward with her back facing .
Her ivory-white hair swayed with every step she took, and every mont, she moved further and further away, seemingly departing into the bright orange sky ahead, leaving behind.
Could...I follow her? Did I even have the right to walk behind her?
She was the hero and my future killer...I was the demon king and her brother’s killer.
Morals apart, I considered the situation logically.
If I left her now, I would never have to see her again, besides so occasional and awkward encounters at Glaive.
However, she had helped enlighten and significantly improve my swordsmanship in a matter of hours.
If strength was what I was pursuing, the right decision would be to go along with her and have her train .
Did I want strength?
What good would strength do against an intangible object like fate?
I needed to change the plot line and distort it as much as possible.
Could I do that by her side..?
If I followed Evangel, I would just beco a part of her side cast, helping her achieve the sa good outcos as she did in the book.
Sure, I could intentionally ruin things and ss them up from behind her back, but she would catch on eventually.
And from there, she could investigate and perhaps, uncover my identity.
I would be like a spy in enemy territory, constantly under the pressure of my identity being discovered.
Could I really enjoy that?
What I needed to be was myself...a completely new character with no connections who wasn’t written in the book.
A new character who could change the book’s good outcos into unexpected and different outcos with varying consequences.
Strength could also be obtained in other ways...for example, I could steal items that were originally intended for villains or cast mbers to make myself powerful.
With all that being said, logically, there was a clear choice.
Yet...despite only having t for a day or two, I couldn’t deny my friendship, or at the very least, acquaintanceship with Evangel.
I could make new friends...but would they be the sa?
Would I be able to feel that sa spark and sll that sa sweet scent when I talked with them?
At that mont, Evangel suddenly turned around and looked behind her for a second before eventually raising her gaze to my figure.
Pausing, she made eye contact with , wearing her usual emotionless expression, perhaps already knowing the reason I had not moved.
However, after spending the night with her yesterday, I noticed sothing off.
Her eyes were empty...their dazzle was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by the pure white void of emptiness.
She had been abandoned by her brother, who had left to fight in the war as a hero despite her constant objections and worries.
And now, she would be left by her first new acquaintance without an explanation.
It seed she was all too used to the feeling.
She was not an adult...she was a teenager who had just received the imasurable burden of being the next hero.
And, now I was just adding to that.
Despite my twisting of the plotline, I needed... no, I wanted her to be the hero.
I wanted her to prosper...to grow.
Perhaps that was why I took a step forward.
My selfishness had gotten the best of .
Evangel had never t or Liana in the original book...so I didn’t know she would fair after being left two tis.
Perhaps, the damage caused by my leaving would push her already unstable emotional health over the edge.
Or, maybe I was being egotistical in my thinking, I ant sothing to her
However, a new feeling erged inside my body...worry, not for , but for Evangel.
It was weird...I was worried about the well-being of my future killer.
Standing a fair bit away from her, I opened my mouth.
My throat ached with pain.
I attempted to speak for a mont, but no words ca out.
Every single muscle in my body begged to walk forward, but I remained still.
It felt as if I had swallowed acid.
My throat burned with an imasurable pain, and my head spun, threatening to throw to the ground.
Finally, after a mont of silence, my vocal cords vibrated.
"Why do you keep chasing after like a dog? Don’t you see I’ve just been using you? You were just a free carriage ride, a quick and easy flight, and a free training coach."
"Well, it doesn’t matter now, you’ve lost your use."
I had a dream.
Against all odds and fate, I wanted to live.
Could I have run after Evangel and perhaps created a deeper bond with her and enjoy my life at Glaive?
Yes, but that wasn’t .
After all, if you stop pursuing your dreams, your life might as well be over.
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