The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 332



333 – Lifespan

“The expression on the face of someone who has found hope is not bad after all.”

I came to my senses after hearing the saint’s words. He said that delivering hope to me was a promise made between me and the saint from another world. So, does that mean that Ross of Hope has read the flow up to this point? It certainly seems like Ross deserves the title of wise man.

Suddenly the saint reached out her hand to me. Unlike before, I am empty-handed. She looked at her palm for a moment, unable to understand her intention, and when she glanced at her and tried to raise her hand, the saint frowned, pulled her hand back, and said,

“Not the hand, but the ring.”

“ring?”

“Give me the oath ring on your finger.”

I was taken aback by the saint’s request. Could it be that he is asking me for compensation for keeping the promise he made to Ross from another world? While she was thinking like that, the saint spoke in a blunt manner.

“… I’m asking for it for you. “It’s an extension of a promise.”

“Then, so that I can trust you, please explain why you are asking for the covenant ring.”

The saint’s eyebrows faintly responded to those words.

“… “Either believe it or not.”

As she said that and turned her head, I could feel that she was annoyed by my actions. She didn’t think the saint had intentionally revealed it, but she could somehow tell.

I wondered what to do for a moment. I have already received help from the saint. I felt like I could believe it was an extension of a promise. On the other hand, there was speculation that the saint would not have asked for her covenant ring without any reason.

He took the oath ring from his finger and handed it to the saint. After examining her ring for a moment, the saintess put it on her own finger, raised her head and looked into empty space at her. She seemed to be checking the message on her ring.

The saint, who had been reading something in silence for a moment, tilted her head slightly to look at me, as if my appearance was obscured by the message. Thanks to this, her eyes caught the sight of the saint’s silver hair falling beautifully down her shoulders.

“Have you ever heard of not relying on tools?”

At those words, I shifted my gaze from the silver hair to the saintess’s blue eyes.

“… These are words spoken by someone who has not acquired any useful tools. Tools literally help people. “It’s a different law depending on how you use it.”

The saint’s question sounded like a message telling me not to rely on the covenant ring, so I answered as if making an excuse. However, she answered with an expression that seemed like the saint did not want to hear such excuses.

“What I’m saying is to be careful of people who become useless without tools.”

As she said that, the saint reached out her hand and wrapped it around my neck as if it were natural. I can feel the soft, warm feel of her hands. As she looked at her in bewilderment at her natural behavior, the saintess who made eye contact slightly twitched the corners of her mouth and slowly closed her eyes.

Are you trying to measure your pulse? I watched her saintly for a moment, waiting for the results of her unknown actions to come out. It’s the same as the illustration I remember.

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Even without her beautiful blue eyes like jewels, the saintess with her eyes closed was very beautiful. As if she was trying to let us know with her appearance what it is to be sacred, she exudes a noble aura that cannot be felt normally.

Long eyelashes opened quietly. Opening her eyes, the saint’s gaze wandered for a moment and then rested on my eyes. It’s a strange gaze, as if it’s looking at something behind my eyes. After staring at each other for a while without untangling their tangled gaze, the saintess let out a sighing sound.

“There are two months left.”

“… what?”

“You have time left.”

My face stiffened at those words without context. In an instant, a tense atmosphere arose between the two. But it never occurred to me that the saint was deceiving me. Although she does not have the ability to convey her true feelings to her partner like Roel, she is a saint who believes in the power of her true feelings.

A naive type who thinks that if you treat someone sincerely, the other person will also treat you sincerely. It’s the complete opposite of a liar like me.

I asked with a sigh.

“… “Suddenly I only have two months left to live?”

“huh.”

“As I said before, could you please add some explanation to the conversation so I can believe it?”

The saint took her hand away from my neck, took off the oath ring from her finger, and spoke.

“Because you abused your power with a human body.”

Since the explanation requires guesswork, it seems that the saint is not a good conversation partner. Still, I could immediately understand what the saint was talking about. She couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. Of all the things obtained through the power of Geass, there was only one that belonged to authority.

“Has the continuation of the battle wasted my lifespan?”

The saintess nodded, her blue eyes shining.

“That’s correct. “You can think of it as a reaction using powerful power to escape the danger of death.”

Even with the saint’s explanation, I could not easily accept it. As expected, there was a separate penalty for continuing the battle. The message also reminded me that picking up beads was a penalty for continuing the battle. Wasn’t that what the penalty was all about?

When asked about it, the saint sighed and said,

“It was a marble divided into black and white, right?”

A strange feeling of anxiety tickled my heart at the saint’s question.

“… huh.”

“That is the price you paid out of your own pocket for using your power. “The black bead represents life, and the white bead represents time.”

I was finally able to fully understand the saint’s explanation. What I thought was just a bead was the price I was paying. It has long been known that the oath ring is a double-edged sword for the user.

But I have no regrets. If the battle had not continued, I would not have been able to stand here. The battle continuation that had saved my life so many times now just stung me.

“Then there are really only two months left?”

“huh.”

The saint’s answer left me with a bitter feeling. Rather than fearing that her death was approaching, she was bitter about not being able to keep her promise to Luna that they would be together for all the seasons to come. She wiped her face once with a sigh.

“… “Can we save the world in two months?”

As I muttered to myself and pondered, the saint suddenly approached me with her face.

“Do you plan on saving the world for the rest of your life?”

“Then do you want to go on a trip before you die?”

“I thought it would be you.”

“… .”

If I hadn’t been given hope as a gift from another world, I probably would have given up on everything. Because it is impossible to solve the problem between Roel and the church within two months. He would have found a way to be with Luna as much as possible.

But now it’s different. Even if I die, the world will not end. I have to do something before I die so that the people who are precious to me can continue to live. Even though I am far from the hero I dreamed of, I am not a crazy person who wants to bury the world with himself out of fear of a lonely death.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that if I only had two months left to live, there must be something wrong with my body. There was nothing wrong with my body. I was as healthy as usual, and unlike before, I didn’t feel any loss of strength or unexplainable fatigue.

“… “I think I’m fine considering I only have two months left.”

While I was thinking that, I lowered my head to a blatant gaze that I could no longer ignore. Because of the difference in her height, I could see the saint’s face looking up at me. She somehow had a smile on her lips.

“… “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I think it’s stupid.”

Those words were closer to a lover’s playful response rather than sincerity. Strangely enough, the distance they looked at each other was different. Unlike me, who felt awkward in front of this unfamiliar beauty, her saintly attitude towards her friend somehow felt natural. She was swept away by the gentle atmosphere created by the saint, and I also told her jokes.

“Is the saint foolish towards a man who has a strong spirit of sacrifice to live the rest of his life for others?”

“No, that’s great. “The reason I installed a safety device on you is because I wanted to see you like that.”

“Then what do you mean by stupid?”

As I was holding my tongue and giving her a look that told me to make an excuse, the saintess’s eyes were somehow filled with a light of pity. I didn’t mind seeing her look like I was looking at a real idiot, so I glared at the saintess.

“It’s not a physical problem that has shortened your lifespan. My body was completely restored thanks to the power of continuing the battle. Of course, it goes without saying that there is nothing wrong with your body. “There will be no problem with your body until the end of your life.”

Are you dying young without feeling the pain? Just when I was thinking that was fortunate, the saint suddenly slapped my forehead with a loud sound. Struck by her untimely blow, I looked at her saintly woman with her stupid eyes.

“It’s a punishment for arbitrarily mistaking the information about the remaining life span as help from a saint.”

“… then?”

“I will use the power of God to turn back the reason why your lifespan is so much shorter than expected.”

He added, showing me the covenant ring the saint had taken out.

“By destroying what is binding you.”