Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 308
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Season 3: Episode 116
Among the 979th class of , the ones who were ordered to be dispatched to the front line, that is, the defense line of the Tershi Archipelago, were Camilla and Sharon.
Camilla gathered a new unit centered around the survivors of the Red Lotus Unit and named it the White Bones.
A black skull in a pure white uniform.
He himself will not be able to emit the same fragrance as his master.
So, I will only pile up bones on this path of life.
Then, someday… … won’t I reach the same goal as the Master?
Griffberen, no longer in a state to fight, gave his disciple, whom he had raised, as his substitute. It was the polar bear beast Eltoram.
Melene seemed to no longer want war. She said she would quietly go into hiding and raise her disciples.
Delfred suffered from a bone disease as a result of the devastation of war and died in 1689 AD after suffering for a long time.
Sharon didn’t spend much time rebuilding the Black Rose Legion, as there were still quite a few survivors.
Olier was not chosen by the Holy Swords. He became the Dune Jeraye and remained alone in the Vatican to receive new training as an instructor.
“Well then… … goodbye, Camilla, Sharon.”
The eyes of Olier, who was escorting his comrades to the port while leading the troop, were filled with only sorrowful regret. Camilla said.
“Hey, Olier.”
“huh?”
“If you’re going to be an instructor, be a good one. Don’t be like those bitches who treated us like dogs.”
“what?”
“What do you mean, I’ll probably take on a disciple someday too? But my personality is like this. How can I possibly teach him properly?”
Sharon laughed, “Phuhu.”
Of course, the laughter was immediately cut off by the iron fist retribution.
“Sharon, keep your mouth shut. But Olier, even though you have an annoying personality, you are a good person, so I’m sure you’ll be able to educate you well.”
Camilla hesitated with an embarrassed expression, then finally held out her hand. Olier just stared blankly at her hand.
“Are you Camilla?”
“what?”
“You’ve changed a bit. You used to be so fierce and sharp… Did you eat something bad while you were touring the continent? Or did you have a crush on someone?”
“What are you talking about, damn it.”
Of course, Camilla herself was more aware of this strange change than anyone else.
I felt like I was going to die, I really was.
It felt like there was a hole in my heart, and all the storms of the world would come and go through that hole, and all my bones and organs would be torn away, and I would die.
From the moment I opened my eyes and woke up in the morning at the Bellewin Mansion, I felt at peace for some reason.
Is it because I fell asleep in the Master’s scent? What on earth was it?
Anyway, the anger, hatred, and sadness didn’t disappear, but it was a huge difference compared to when I was so suffocated that I couldn’t even live from day to day.
“Shut your mouth and hold my hand. Do you want to embarrass someone?”
Olier grabbed his friend’s hand with a look of surprise and excitement.
Sharon smiled happily.
And he placed his hand on top of the one his friends were holding. The three warriors smiled awkwardly, clearly, and honestly at each other.
okay.
The three warriors remembered this day.
I will treasure and cherish the memories of that day in my heart for the rest of my life.
Until that distant day, when we both fulfill our callings and die, that last moment of our lives.
Epilogue of the prequel, I, Become a warrior like you (8)
“What kind of bone are you using as a sentence? It’s not even a stray dog.”
There was no need to conscript a convoy of warships to transport the two corps to the Tersh Islands.
Because Halbaron Son Ephesus, who had risen to the position of Supreme Commander of Ain, volunteered for the mission.
The Ain’s steamships were larger than the human ships, but they were sturdier and faster. There was no reason to hesitate.
“As long as it’s cool, that’s fine.”
“What’s cool is not the skull, but the iron. You should have used something like a spanner instead. How can you not even listen to the opinion of a wise person like me on such an important issue?”
“What the hell is a spanner! Are you crazy? If you say spanner corps, they’ll come!”
When Camilla got angry, Halbaron burst out laughing.
Even while he was talking to Camilla about this and that, his subordinates were receiving orders from him and were cleaning and tightening up various parts of the warship and the giant.
Camilla, who had been watching the scene closely, leaned against the giant that Halbaron was tightening the screws on and said.
“Commander, you seem to be a much better teacher than you look. Your naming sense is a bit shabby, but you have a lot of disciples.”
“Who would call them disciples after seeing that? If you call them troublemakers, you wouldn’t know. It’s because all of humanity is as stupid as you that the technological level is still the same.”
“That’s a bit harsh.”
Camilla chuckled.
Halbaron’s words were always so sharp, but they were never taken as malicious accusations. Not once.
Maybe it was because there was always a sincere smile in those words.
“This is… … if, among your disciples, there is someone who has tried very hard to follow you.”
“That kind of guy is so widespread. Whether he’s a man or a woman, they all have their legs ripped apart. Like a magpie chasing a stork. Haha!”
“Oh, come on, stop making me laugh! I’m serious right now! But what if that magpie… … realizes that the stork has been doing everything for him?”
From the day I was taken in as a disciple and set my mind to becoming a warrior until now… …I have thought like this.
That I have been fighting a battle to follow him.
Behind the teacher, on his back, his fragrance.
No matter how difficult and painful it was, I was able to not give up because I had faith that if I followed this path, I would definitely reach the goal.
‘But… … that wasn’t the case at all.’
One step, one step. One step, one step… … He was there with more affection than a mother caring for her newborn baby.
Hold my hand tightly.
Pushing from behind.
Pull from the front.
As I taught various things to my successors, I finally came to understand the extent of that affection.
I came to know his heart.
I came to know his greatness.
And then I realized that I could never be like this. I didn’t even have the confidence to do that.
“I probably won’t be a good teacher. Like you or Commander Halbaron. That’s a bit frustrating. I… … um, how should I put it, I used to think of being a great teacher, giving back what I received, but I’m not so sure anymore.”
Words that I could never say out loud to my close friends like John or Sharon, my blood-related sister like Asher, or my teacher because I was embarrassed.
When I say that, my heart feels a little… … .
Even though it was just a little bit, I felt more comfortable. It was probably possible because Halbaron and I were close but also distant.
“What the hell are you talking about? Hand me a No. 4 wrench.”
“… … .”
“What are you looking at? Bring it to me, Inma. And look carefully. How I’m cleaning and tightening this right now. Look at this artistic handwork.”
I, really… … was so dumbfounded that I glared at Halbaron and then burst out laughing.
‘Yes, that’s the kind of person he was. It was because he was the kind of person I could open my heart to.’
I felt more comfortable and brought the spanner over.
That was a number 11 wrench.
I brought you something different on purpose.
‘however…….’
I expected a slap or a warning to come, but instead, he was fixing the broken mechanism perfectly with the wrong wrench.
“Wow… … What is this? Was it some kind of advanced psychological warfare, where you deliberately asked me to bring something strange, and then I brought you something real?”
Halvaron, who was winding the mainspring with a spanner, opened his mouth, letting out a sigh. His characteristic playfulness was not at all evident.
“There are no good teachers in this world. There are no bad teachers either.”
“… … ?”
“There are only competent teachers and incompetent teachers. The latter would be more appropriate to call them swindlers, but anyway. If you have the skills, anyone who wants to learn properly will learn a lot just by looking at the shit you’ve done.”
“… … .”
“Humans are all useless, but you understand the artistic beauty of mechanical devices, so you have a promising future. Plus, you’re pretty good at wielding that savage weapon, the sword.”
Halbaron finally raised his head.
After fully winding the mainspring of the mechanism and removing the wrench, the machine began to move with a trembling sound.
As Camilla poked her head in to look at it, Halvaron tapped her forehead with the end of the wrench.
“Do you not know? Some foolish disciple who learns ten things from watching a single piece of shit you spread will end this crazy war?”
Camilla frowned as she wiped the thick oil off her forehead… … Then she burst out laughing because those words were so ridiculous, so playful, and so dreamlike.
“No way.”
At that moment, Halbaron suddenly dropped the wrench. Judging by the twitching in his hand, it was clear that the wound had returned from the previous fight.
“Are you okay?!”
“Pick it up.”
It was cold, almost like an order.
The moment Camilla sat down in front of Halbaron to pick it up, she suddenly felt a hand touch her head.
When I raised my head blankly, Halbaron was smiling kindly.
“Just as children resemble their parents, so do disciples resemble their teachers. I don’t know about you, but you have a scent and feel like Laminea.”
“… … ?”
“If that guy could see you like this right now, he would be happier than anyone else.”
If I had a father, would it have felt like this… … .
“sorry…….”
If I had been separated from my mother and had a father who could support me, and if I could talk to him, this is what it would have felt like…
“I should have come back with your teacher somehow back then… … .”
Camilla felt the world crumble in rainbow waves.
“Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault, Commander, it was… … .”
As I covered my eyes with my left arm, moisture seeped deep into my uniform.
“Camilla, live long. Don’t die until we meet again. Do you understand? Live long.”
* * *
– The war isn’t over, it’s just paused for a while, and now I’m in no condition to fight.
Aydin wrote a diary whenever he had time. He didn’t want anyone to read it, but it was the only way he could sort out his troubled feelings.
I am…….
What did I survive for… … .
In the end, I haven’t achieved anything good in this miserable life…
– Did I really deserve to live? No, I didn’t deserve to be happy, I lived a life worse than that of an insect… … Shouldn’t I have died when the village collapsed instead… … .
Aydin turned his head and looked at the distant horizon of the sea.
It wasn’t over yet, and a cruel fate that would return someday was stirring beyond that.
What have I accomplished, what have I survived for, and what am I here for… … .
“Dad, are you sick?”
Sure enough, the youngest, who had been sleeping with warm drool dripping from his arms, raised his head and asked that.
Aydin smiled broadly.
I shook my head and wiped the child’s drool with my sleeve, but the youngest struggled to get out of my arms and went inside the house.
The lighthouse was lying on the floor.
First, the medicinal herbs that had been dutifully dug up from the mountains and forests since morning were drying and rustling on top.
The youngest returned to Aydin with a herb in his mouth.
The youngest, who returned to the foot of the rocking chair, spread out both arms while chewing on the herbs. It was as if he wanted to be hugged.
When he was hugged back in a dazed manner, the youngest spit out the herb that was in his mouth and put it in his hand, then carefully spread it on Aydin’s cheek.
‘Did you learn from looking over your mother’s shoulder what she used to do for your sister… … .’
Just as I was thinking that, the youngest smiled brightly. Like a flower in full bloom.
“Dad, it doesn’t hurt anymore!”
In that smile, in that laughter, suddenly, out of the blue, out of the blue, it felt like the light of dawn was shining on the horizon of questions that had remained unresolved and unsolved for a lifetime.
It was the dawn of the soul.
In that light, all the darkness of the world, where bones turned to dust and blood formed rivers, was dispelled.
There was no sadness beyond that light.
There was no pain, no tears, no suffering.
The spring that would never end again bloomed brilliantly, bringing rest to all who were dead and dying, and ending all summer and winter, darkness and night.
Yes, that was the smile of creation.
It was a smile that showed the benevolence of creation on all sides.
‘Ah… … ahh… … .’
You let me live… … to show me this… … like this… … to let me meet this child… … from that day… … until today… … You held me… … to let me live… … to let me see… … to let me meet… … and give me this smile… … .
“dad?”
She was crying, holding the youngest in her arms, burying her face in his shoulder, and crying quietly.
This is the joy of life… … .
This is the providence of creation… … .
In my mind, someone approached the vision of my younger self crying out loud. It was the children of the fishing village. The children spoke.
– It’s okay now, teacher.
– Teacher, you worked hard.
– I don’t hate my teacher.
When the great hero was ten years old, Aydin died and returned to the earth.
When the great hero turned nineteen, he ended the endless war with just one sword and his own body, and brought about an eternal, never-ending spring in this land.
The spring that Aydin had glimpsed in his son’s pure and clear smile, when blue azaleas were in full bloom across the horizon…