The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 498



499 – Side Story – To you who are waiting at the ending (1)

I can hear the sound of water. The smell of water and rain-soaked earth. The only sound that could be heard in the street was the sound of people hurrying their steps, panicked by the sudden rain shower. Fortunately, I was prepared and had brought an umbrella in advance, so I didn’t have to hurry.

My father suggested that we take a carriage, but… I wanted to walk the path to meet them myself. Sometimes I want to immerse myself in emotions in the memories I have with them.

with a splash-!

“Oh, sorry!”

“are you okay.”

The child who stepped on a puddle saw water splashing on the front of my shoes, quickly apologized, covered his head with his hands, and ran into the alley. As the rain became heavier, I couldn’t hear anyone else on the street except for the sound of my shoe heels.

After walking for some time, I finally arrived at my destination. I gently placed the bouquet of flowers I had prepared in front of a large dark red tombstone that looked sturdy.

“hello. “I’m here again.”

Even though I wasn’t expecting any response, I spoke. This is a place for precious ‘friends’. I silently recited in my mouth the names that were written in gold at the top of the tombstone, names that I no longer need to call.

Rakar is the manager of the Messiah Club and is more reliable than anyone else.

Kane was a kind alchemist who loved camping.

Aria had childlike innocence.

and… .

and? I have a strange feeling again. There are no other members of the Messiah Club, so why do I unconsciously think of ‘and’ several times? I feel sorry that I often commit the rude act of confusing a precious person with someone else.

I shook my head slightly to clear away any distracting thoughts and smiled as brightly as I could. Once a year. Since I’m here to see everyone, I want to show only my best side.

“I’m sorry I don’t come visit you often. My parents are very opposed to me coming here. He even told me to let it go since 5 years had passed. How can that be? Not many people realize it, but thanks to your sacrifice and effort, we were able to save the world, and I can live like this too. “Even if everyone lets go, shouldn’t I hold on to it?”

A wind laden with moisture passed by, as if trying to convey someone’s answer. I straightened my flowing hair with my fingertips and poured out the words that had been in my heart for a while. Of course, most of this is in the past. This is the only place where I can share my precious memories from the Messiah Club.

“… Then I will come again next time. “Everyone is doing well.”

I always feel bitter when I turn away from the headstone. Should I say I feel left out? As a member of the Messiah Club, I also believe that my name should be written on the headstone.

As I walked towards the portal station, lost in thought, I suddenly felt moisture on my fingertips. Oh my, my left hand was wet. As if reaching out to someone invisible… It’s because I put my hand out of the umbrella.

“… “It’s like this again.”

Sometimes, when I’m taking a walk and I’m lost in thought, I unconsciously extend my left hand to the side. It’s like I’m expecting someone to hold my hand. That feels really weird. I’ve never had anyone hold my left hand, which was only capable of gripping something as if it would break due to excessive muscle tension due to the accident.

I have never even extended my left hand to my family because I am embarrassed to do so. Because I know it’s obviously uncomfortable for both of us. But why do I hold out my left hand as if it’s natural every time I walk down the street? It was as if there was someone by my side who would accept my shame and discomfort without any hesitation.

I deliberately headed towards the exit in a different direction instead of the way I came, so I stopped for a moment and looked up at the large statue. It was a statue of the warrior Roel holding a large holy sword. There seemed to be no place to leave the flowers, as there were already several people there. Nowadays, it is natural that he is remembered more by the words ‘warrior’ and ‘hero’ than by his name.

Looking at the statue getting wet from the rain that fell from the sky, I suddenly remembered the last time I met the warrior Roel. Even then, the warrior was crying like this. That image still comes to mind clearly. The sight of the handsome warrior crying was beautiful, and I felt a bit of maternal love wanting to comfort him… I don’t feel like I remember it because of that.

Somehow I feel like I shouldn’t forget that moment… Something like a strange obsession holds on to that memory. What was the reason why my heart ached so much and why I felt so sad that I could barely breathe? I haven’t forgotten anything, so why am I harboring a strange sense of loss?

Suddenly, I thought of myself as a worthless person. Because he doesn’t even understand his own mind properly. He doesn’t know what to do, what he wants to do in the future… I don’t even know such basic things. Since graduating from Transcendence Academy, I’ve just been spending my meaningless days reading books and studying magic.

I don’t even want to meet someone new. I knew that I was old enough to get married, and I received several offers from my parents. But somehow that feels wrong. Does it feel like you are making a very big mistake? Being with someone else… I felt an instinctive repulsion.

It’s not an unfamiliar fear of newness, it’s really not this! It was a feeling of rejection. Why? Am I still looking forward to the fairytale prince I’ve dreamed of since I was a child? Well, that seems really insignificant too.

***

“Luna, how are you? “I told you to contact me often!”

“No, I think Navier contacts me too much. “When I’m writing a reply and another one comes, I get confused about which one I should reply to first!”

“You can do both!”

“Then there’s one more! “You chatterbox!”

I smiled slightly as I listened to the two people chatting. Navier and Eunice are the only academy classmates I meet regularly. Surprisingly, we have a lot in common. Is it because he was a temporary member of the Messiah Club? Or perhaps the fact that we graduated from the same academy is why the conversation continues endlessly.

“Then answer everything! And I’m sending another reply with vengeance!”

No, it just seems like the conversation is endless because Navier is such a vain person. Would you say it feels like he fills in what I am lacking by speaking on my behalf? Sometimes it feels like too much to the point of fatigue. Especially when it comes to new romance novels. I’m also interested, but compared to Navier, it’s only at an entry level.

“… Are you telling me to just write letters for a day? “I’m a busy person!”

Actually, Eunice is going to be really busy. The wise emperor even planned everything that would happen after his death. Abolition of the class system, conversion from an empire to a republic, exercise of autonomy for each city, etc. There are so many things that have changed over the years that it’s hard to list them.

Of course, there was strong opposition. Few people will fully accept the loss of the power they thought was theirs. However, the emperor had already gathered together the great nobles of the north and east, and even included the Golden King, the powerful figure in the west. Southern aristocrats had no choice but to follow the trend.

Eunice explained that one of the reasons for the success was that the capital’s great nobles, who were influential in the capital, were unable to join forces because the capital was completely destroyed. Oh, and Eunice now holds the title of [Minister of Development of the Republic]. He explained that his position is to plan the future of the republic, but I don’t know exactly what he does.

Eunice, who had been grumbling at Navier for a while, turned her head towards me. For some reason, it seemed like his eyes were shining brighter than usual and he had something to say to me.

“Roel is back.”

And she said:

“And he wants to meet you.”

■■■

A huge structure exists on the outskirts of outer space, where Ross the Longing hid from the world’s negativity. There is only pitch-black darkness inside, making everything that enters the building lost and unable to escape.

The overwhelming density of darkness oppressing the soul. If you pass through it, you will find a room in the center of the building, and inside you will find a broken throne and a poor soul suffering endlessly.

“Kwaaa… !!!”

Crying. Because the soul is torn apart and repaired again every second. It was a much better pain than biting off raw flesh. The frustrating thing is that this pain has no end. This is a place where even the world’s time has gone astray.

[Hehehe, I will never kill you. It is a merciful gift given to the person who gave me a humiliating gift. I will make you endlessly regret that this is the result of the sacrifice you chose.]

A miasma that colors the soul, endless wounds, the whispers of countless souls surrendering to Nyarlathotep, the will of the god to surrender. The being who accepts it head on is… It was Ross.

It has been a long time since the limit of pain was surpassed. However, because he was not allowed to break down, Ross could not even faint and could feel his pain very clearly. Having my soul torn apart without even a sound was a pain that made me forget even breathing and screaming.

[You will deny everything about yourself, and then you will become my subordinate and destroy the world with your own hands. Hating a world that has forgotten your pain and your sacrifice… Phew!!!!]

Ross, whose soul had burst out without even being able to scream at Nyarlathotep’s gesture, returned to his original state and shed drool and tears.

“… … all.”

Nyarlathotep listened to Ross’s words as he muttered something quieter than a breath.

“… “30,000 sheep.”

[Puh-huh, are you trying to act crazy? Your mind is protected by my power. Don’t you still know that you can’t go crazy even if you want to? Even if you earnestly ask me to make you crazy, it is not allowed.]

Ross, who had slowly lowered his head at the mocking words, raised his head and smiled brightly with a messed up face.

“I thought you wouldn’t understand.”

[…] What?]

“Thirty-one eleven sheep… “Kwaaahhh!!!”

Ross, who had been slowly torn apart from the top of his head, felt the now familiar feeling of his spilled intestines hitting the air, and felt so much pain that he could not get used to it. Still, Ross never stopped counting sheep.

[…] Okay, this is going to be a lot of fun. I look forward to when your smile will disappear.]