Love Letter From The Future - Chapter 788



788 – 9. Not a single day goes by without this (37)

Flame blurs all boundaries.

The rising haze vaguely painted the outline. The battlefield was surrounded by reddish shadows and sources of heat and light, and there was a lonely burnt smell.

Two women were sitting there.

Win or lose was clear. While the black-haired girl was standing proudly, the gray-haired woman was sitting down, desperately breathing in scarce oxygen.

However, the heat does not only melt the scenery.

As I followed the origins of the two gazes that crossed the gap, I was able to discover conflicting expressions. A cruel face and a bitter smile. At first glance, it seemed like the composition had been reversed.

The monster that was once my friend licks his lips and then chews them. The chewed-up voice was just tattered.

“…… “Do you like it?”

Seria stood up shakily. The pupils were blurry, but the fire burning in them was still there.

The same was true for Celine’s pupils, who were standing across from him. Cracks are forming in the dry lake. Like dried mud cracking, like a volcano about to erupt.

“Good or bad.”

Crack, crack.

Blue flames began to fly around the girl who raised her stance. The high-temperature fire intensified even more, and Celine’s yellowish-brown pupils glanced towards Ceria’s left hand.

Her pure white hand that she had crushed herself just moments ago.

It would have been normal for it to be covered in blood, but Ceria’s hand was already healing. No matter how advanced the martial artist was, the speed of recovery was abnormal.

Unless they were priests who performed miracles of God, there were few beings allowed such regenerative abilities.

Children of darkness.

It meant that he was born with blood that could defy a thousand miles and even death. It was a trace of original sin that could never be hidden, even if one wanted to hide it.

So, Celine smiled. It was the sound of laughter scattering like ashes.

“Because I had nothing anyway!”

The gap is burning.

A burning image was engraved along the running trajectory. Before anyone could follow the branded footprints, a wall of flames rained down from the sky.

It is truly just a fleeting moment.

Seline’s image was already gone. Ceria didn’t even dare to strike with her sword as her fireball raced forward and struck her vertically.

That’s because there was no such thing as a blade that could cut through flames.

The flames, with core temperatures reaching thousands of degrees, were nothing short of a clear sign pointing to death. Deprived of all her options, Ceria’s options were limited.

She threw her body away and ran away, but Celine did not stay still. Bright blue blades rush through the wall of flame.

“Is it good to be a monster?!”

Seria lifted up her body as if rolling and bouncing on the ground. It was a response that incorporated the principle of Jeongjeongdong (停中movement), which is not limited by her posture.

However, Celine was just a little faster.

The attitude wrapped in flames drew a line of haze. Even without that, the long blade was capable of spouting flames. The length had no choice but to widen dramatically.

A few strands of her gray hair burned on behalf of Ceria, who had hastily backed away from her. Nevertheless, Celine’s attack on her does not stop.

“It would have been better if I had been born as a monster…… !”

Straight line.

As she retreated, Ceria’s sword burst into blue light. It was an extremely exhilarating blow that far exceeded the reaction speed of living things.

The only problem is that my vision is blurred.

The rising haze and steam were steaming Ceria’s brain. The thin oxygen blurred the boundary between her consciousness and unconsciousness, and eventually even twisted the tip of her sword.

A blade that passes between the neck and shoulder and leaves a slight cut.

It was meaningless. It was a wound that couldn’t even be scratched by a monster that regenerates itself in a matter of minutes even if its limbs are severed.

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Celine’s shout hits the eardrums along with the sound of the world burning.

“Ah, I don’t have any strength…… !”

The attitude of digging into Seria’s arms suddenly rose. I dodged it once by standing next to her, and then.

Tight!

For a moment, Seria’s consciousness came back from darkness. My vision is blurry. Her hands went numb when they touched the ground. She just thought it was hot and out of breath.

It took some more time for the memories from before to heal and come to mind.

Headbutting.

Yes, it was a headbutt. As soon as she realized this, she felt as if her skull had been pecked with a chisel.

“I was trampled without being able to do anything.”

Consciousness is clouded. Feeling that even the sound of her breathing was fading away, Ceria forced open her eyelids, which were trying to close of their own accord.

The tip of her sword was visible. A peer who was once a friend, or even now, does not know how to be a friend, is taking aim.

Seria felt anger in that loud tone. And also a faint sadness.

“But you’re going to throw away the talent you have?”

‘Talent’?

Don’t talk nonsense, Ceria said. If her tongue heard her words, she would so want to sting. Without knowing anything.

I got goosebumps every time I replayed the memories of that day. Like blood stains under her robe, an indelible desire floated in her mind.

Trample, ridicule, and despise.

Kill. Every time her disgusting nature reared its head, Ceria felt like screaming.

Even then, Celine did not take her head. She just spit out a heated rebuttal.

“Don’t be funny…” “You can never abandon your fate.”

Selene’s hands were shaking. The slight tremor mixed with her voice, the tip of her attitude pointed towards Ceria’s uvula.

Il-sun dark battle. An unfamiliar memory invaded my five senses at once.

My body feels cold. Even though it felt like my skin would be cooked by the heat just before that.

A pure white snow field unfolded before my eyes. Warmth filled with calluses, nestled over blood-stained hands.

The woman said, “Ah,” And let out an exclamation.

“You are ‘Seria Yurdina.’”

What do you know?

At the sound of her voice penetrating into her blurred hearing, Ceria touched her lips like that. Still, her language did not leak out. As if she was in a shallow dream, her brain and body were creating an unfamiliar dissonance.

The woman standing on the snowy field was already holding a bottle of alcohol in her hand. I wanted to tell her not to do this, to pull away the man who was holding her free hand.

Why?

I can’t escape.

The warmth spreading through my skin was scary. To me, it’s something that has never been allowed to a ‘monster’.

Just a tingling sensation, and an electric current flows through my spine.

It was right after that that I gasped and my vision returned. A scarlet shadow falls on a burning world. It didn’t take long before I realized something was strange.

I am shaking.

Although it was only at a subtle level, the black-haired girl was shaking slightly. It was by no means a reaction due to ‘anger’.

“Are you going to throw away your name? Is the world so easy? Arrogant and desperate…….”

Stutter, stutter.

A tremor spreads through the girl’s body as she continues her words. The corners of her eyes began to flutter, and her attitude as she was aiming at Seria’s neck reversed.

The tip of her sword, held in reverse, is aimed at the heart.

The intention was clear. Still, there were no measures Seria could take.

Because it was hard for her to even catch her breath.

Flame was such a terrifying force. It cannot be cut with a sword, it scavenges oxygen, and the heat cooks the flesh even if it does not touch it. Even the radius of action is limited.

How can we predict victory against such an enemy?

“So, everything is burning.”

Once again, hallucinations appear before my eyes.

It was not a snowy field. In the burning castle, the land of Yurdina, the woman was breathing heavily.

The wide-open eyes shook mercilessly. She fumbled for traces of the woman in her arms, but in the end, the victim died with her last breath.

Why do these memories come to mind?

Ceria had a question, but she soon forgot about it. For now she just wanted to have a cozy dream.

It’s not a terrible nightmare like this.

What happened next was what suddenly brought her to her senses.

“It’s a place fit for a fugitive, isn’t it?”

The view reverses again. I felt like I was crying and felt blood gushing out from my crushed intestines. Even with her blood pouring out, Ceria did her best to keep her eyelids open.

Celine was already smiling brightly.

“Now that she has given up her name, it is perfect for a foolish fool to treat her like someone else… It’s boring and boring. “She was weaker than anything else.”

“W-what are you trying to do…” Cough!”

A handful of blood came out along with the cough. Even that dried up in an instant due to the heat of the flame.

“How many more people will have to burn?”

“Ha, don’t do it… ….”

She thought she didn’t have the strength to squeeze in any more, but no.

Ceria let out her trembling plea. Never before had she resented the fact that her limbs didn’t listen to her as much as she did today.

“It’s because of your whining.”

“Well, don’t do that…” ….”

It was the first house I built after leaving the family.

Seria’s life was a series of loneliness. From her childhood to her academy days. Her Ian was the only one who offered her his hand.

But she realized. The fact that her very existence can be a nuisance to the man she loves.

She had no choice but to leave. She didn’t want to leave, and although she tossed and turned several times and had trouble sleeping because of the loneliness that bit her, she never had the shame to go back.

Then, the place where she settled was Cheongeomsan (天劍山).

The only home for the wounded and abandoned.

“Goodbye then…” “Go a little ahead and wait.”

Her mind swelled as the curves of thoughts and memories intertwined arbitrarily. In a gap in her mind that felt like it was going to explode like a firecracker at any moment, Seria saw a very faint light.

The sound quiets down. Your field of vision becomes narrow.

She had long ago forgotten that Celine’s hands were shaking. It was just that the Great Commission that had been buried deep revealed itself like a treasure in the grave.

Oh, yes.

“Ha, ji… Say…….”

I have to kill him.

“You did it!”

Scream, scream. Anything was good.

The next moment, Ceria’s hand was already grasping Celine’s face. Her strange power flowed through her veins throughout her surging body.

Her wide-open yellowish brown eyes were reflected between her fingers. Ceria’s eyes, formed on the retina, are turning purple.

Seline finally smiled.

And fall.

The explosion shook the earth.