The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 331



332 – The hope I give from the previous world

Any further rest felt like an excessive luxury. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake Luna and took out her killing kit that Bella had given me from the space storage room. Ross’s last words echo endlessly in her head, squeezing her heart.

I felt impatience as I was next to Luna, as if I was missing the opportunity of a lifetime. I felt like I had to kill someone right away to make this impatience go away.

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I found a suitable name in the kill department. Although he has not yet committed a crime, he is a person who falls prey to the temptation of the church in the future. Only then, with a satisfied smile, did I use space magic to secretly leave the Grace family mansion.

I plan to kill them all. On the side of the cult, everyone is there, including the person in charge, the family who knows nothing, and even the maids and servants. This wasn’t a decision or anything. To call this a decision would be an exaggeration.

Just like mindlessly deciding on a menu at a restaurant, I had no feelings or thoughts about committing murder. It didn’t even feel strange. I just had a clear idea that it was something that had to be done.

The person I am trying to kill is not a character in the novel. A supporting role that I, the writer, do not even recognize in order to fill the void in the world. No, it’s just a dummy. It’s strange to even care about something like this.

I did not feel the impatience that was filling my mind right now, the tension about the murder, or the anxiety of being found guilty. It was just a callous move to kill people. Except for Luna, this world, everything… It feels infinitely fleeting.

Although it was still early morning, there were people walking around the streets. The moment I slipped into the alley to avoid being noticed, the dark alley turned into a strange space with a cozy and sacred atmosphere, as if the space had been turned upside down.

I stopped walking. It’s not because the space has changed, but because a girl is blocking my path. This is the first girl I meet. But I know this girl. Not only was it rare to see a girl with silver hair and blue eyes, but her perfect appearance was on par with Bella, one of the best looks in this world.

The girl who blocked my path is a character in a novel. He is also the one who possessed Jin Xian’s soul in Ross. Not like the fake saint Medea presented to the public by the church, but the only person directly connected to God.

It was a saint.

Just like in the picture, the saintess, who took the background, atmosphere, and even my spirit and gaze as if it were natural, met my gaze and opened her mouth.

“… hi.”

Why did that beautiful voice’s greeting pop into my head? was the question. The saint who must have been locked underground under the surveillance of the church is now in front of me. The deep emotions and tension I see in the eyes looking at me, and various other emotions that cannot be interpreted… Why does she, a saint, look at me with those eyes?

So I had no choice but to ask:

“Why are you here… ?”

The saintess tilted her head at that question. Her silver hair flowing beautifully down her shoulders caught my attention for a moment without realizing it.

“The safety device I installed was destroyed… “Did you think I wouldn’t come?”

It seems that the saint has realized that I have regained my essence as a writer. In that case, the saint must have appeared to punish me for arbitrarily unsealing her.

As I materialized the Spear of Shadow and prepared to fight, the saintess shook her head with a faint smile.

“I have no intention of fighting with you.”

I was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.

“Then why did you come to me?”

“To keep the promise I made to you.”

“Me and… ?”

There was something that came to mind as I felt doubtful about the unknown words, such as making a promise to me, who was meeting me for the first time. Before this world, Ross of Hope made a contract with a saint.

Maybe that contract was the promise the saint spoke of.

The saint took a step toward me. Reflexively, I took a step back.

“Do you know why I installed the safety device?”

I once guessed why the saint had to do that. The conclusion at that time was probably this.

“Would I carelessly sacrifice people just for the sake of the ending, think of the world as simply a novel, and treat the characters only as letters…? “Isn’t it?”

For some reason, it seemed like the saint smiled slightly at my answer. She certainly seemed that way, though only briefly.

“That’s right. At some point, you began to perceive this world as nothing more than a world in a novel. You killed people without any hesitation and felt no emotions.”

The saint continued speaking in a voice filled with some bitterness.

“As a slayer, you killed 1,030,000 innocent citizens living in Ludwig in one day just to kill the immortal Roman, and there was also a time when you collaborated with the cult to destroy the eastern border simply because you wanted to reach the end quickly.”

What the saint said may not be true. But I didn’t think she lied. As the saint said, killing all of Ludwig’s living creatures in order to kill Roman the Fire Lion sounded like a good idea.

The saint focused her eyes and looked straight at me. It’s a transparent gaze that seems to see right through me.

“Your current condition is dangerous. You never know when it might collapse… “It’s a precarious situation.”

Strangely enough, I had the illusion that the dry voice of the saint contained concern for me. So I just wanted to refute it.

“I’m fine.”

“… “It is clearly wrong to kill someone who has not committed any crime.”

I burst out laughing at the upright voice of the saint.

“Are you saying it’s my fault that I didn’t become the hero you wanted?”

When asked sarcastically, the saintess smiled bitterly and quietly shook her head.

“No, you’re wrong. It’s not what I wanted. “Because it was you who wanted to be a hero.”

“What is that… .”

“You were the one who longed for and admired Roel, the main character in the novel you created.”

My gaze was tangled in the air. I parted my lips with difficulty, feeling pressured to respond somehow.

“… “That doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Even in my opinion, it was a weak excuse. The saintess seemed to have noticed this as well, as she muttered with bright eyes.

“No, it’s going to be important. That person clearly seems to have read this. It’s a flow that even I couldn’t read… How did he find out? Does he know better because he is himself?”

It was something I couldn’t understand. But soon my eyes were caught by something shining brightly, as if it were capturing the sunlight that appeared in the saint’s hand. It was when the saint waved her hand in the air that the space warped and appeared in the saint’s hand.

The saint slowly approached me. She didn’t dodge this time. No, it would be more accurate to say that she was unable to move, as if her feet were tied to something held in the hands of the saint who drove away her darkness and brought her warmth.

“that… .”

In response to my question, the saint smiled calmly.

“It’s a gift from you from the previous world.”

The saint held out to me what she was holding in her hand. I looked down at it in silence.

Perhaps this is a trap that is locking up my author’s essence again. I should not reach out rashly. When the unbearable ominousness filled my head and I felt the urge to pull my body back, I heard the saint’s soft voice in my ear.

“hope.”

“… what?”

“This is hope.”

The saint held out before me something called hope. After looking at hope for a moment, I cautiously stretched out my hand.

I feel warmth at my fingertips. And like when I drank warm fish cake soup on the street in the middle of winter, a strange warmth seeped into me and melted something that had been frozen solid.

“ah… .”

A voice came from somewhere.

It was a joyful laughing voice, a voice comforting the sad, a child’s innocent laughter, and the voices of people watching and talking.

The hope that seeped into me from my fingertips rang loudly inside me like my heart.

Someone you meet for the first time speaks with trust.

“Ross, you can do it.”

“colon. “We believe.”

“I won’t give up.”

Also, someone I met for the first time said I was the leader and gave me a thumbs up.

“Next time, let’s all come play together again. colon! “If you save the world!”

“Thank you for protecting our family, Ross.”

“Now, call me Uncle Ross.”

“of course. “We are friends, aren’t we?”

Voices I don’t recognize call me with friendly feelings.

“Ross.” “hey.” “Hey, hillbilly.” “You idiot.” “Junior.” “colon!”

Countless memories passed through my mind. In those memories, there were people I didn’t know and people I had seen at some point.

Memories and voices are becoming more and more distant. No, they stayed there and I was moving away.

Finally, a familiar and friendly voice resonated within me.

“Ross, if you feel lost… Look at the acorn carved here. “I won’t let you forget who Ross is and what path he takes.”

The memories that passed through my mind disappeared, and the voices that echoed within me also disappeared.

When everything becomes quiet and only darkness remains. Only then did I realize that I had closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes. And then I realized. The colors and textures I looked at the world all changed.

This world is not simply a world where the novels I wrote have become reality. It is a world where people who do not appear in the novel become friends, colleagues, and lovers.

There was sadness, laughter, happiness and love in places I didn’t know about.

With the hope that Ross of Hope gave me, I was finally able to remember what I had forgotten.

What I had affection for was not just the characters in the novel, but the world itself, which served as the background for the novel.

The countless relationships Ross has built over the years prove this. The relationships I will build in the future and the relationships that have already passed give meaning to this world.

The transformed space disappeared. The dark alley reappeared. And I was able to hear things that I had not been conscious of until now.

From the busy footsteps of the head of the household going out to work for his family from early in the morning, to the hands patting the chest while covering a child who is tossing and turning in bed with a blanket, to the bustle of people trying to greet the morning.

Once I became conscious of what I had not been conscious of, I was now able to understand it.

It was a world I dreamed of and created, but this world is a world where everyone lives together.