A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 183

Chapter 183 – Salvation -1-

Boundary.
Mary Joy spent a very long time alone in Agot because the flow of time was different from that of the outside world.

Of course, her guests also came to visit her, but she was only an Executor of the Holy Empire or a Paladin.

-Sseuk.

But what does that mean?

“How… What! Get out now!”

It looks like a corpse without limbs, with only the right arm intact.
She looked closely at her forearm and found that her little finger wasn’t even there.

A bald head with a perfect finish.
It was truly grotesque and terrifying.

Perhaps, the moment she decided to become her manager’s acting manager, the postponed death was embodied and she came to herself.

“Home, bailiff! This can’t be… !”

She had lived a boring life for a long time, so she had no particular longing for life, but at least she didn’t want to end up like this.
She hoped that someone would come find her, but her cry echoed empty.

Suddenly, the bizarre being approached right in front of the boundary where Mary Joy was fixed.

Mary Joy closed her eyes in fear as her tattered grip slowly turned to him.

In an instant, subtle emotions passed by.

‘Uh, obviously…’

She had met one day.
She didn’t even know her name, and it was definitely the first time seeing her hideous appearance, but she couldn’t ignore this feeling of déjà vu.

Compared to the long years she had endured, she had met only a handful of people.

Her sense of déjà vu dispelled the fear she felt for a moment, and she opened her eyes again and opened her mouth questioningly.

“You… Surely somewhere… ?”

What came into her field of vision was a being looking at her with a bitter smile.

The eyes of this broken being looked sad and lonely.

Besides, why?

As the unsteady outstretched hand caresses the boundary she is stuck in, her lower belly tingles and a strange energy begins to spread.
Rather than figuring out what that energy was, it was faster to grasp the change in the existence right in front of his eyes.

-Pass.

When I took my hand off the boundary without saying anything, it started to scatter like dust, starting from my fingertips and moving to my forearm.

“What is your intention… What, what do you want to do?”

Only then did she realize.
That this existence has no evil against itself.

No, she was rather full of goodwill.

However, at Mary Joy’s question, the being just smiled softly.
And that smile didn’t last long.

Through the forearm to the heart, then to the torso and head.

“Extinction… ? Did it disappear?”

Embarrassed by the continuation of the situation, she instinctively straightened her back and looked around her.

She took some time to check, but the existence just disappeared from this space.

“What is this… Uh huh?”

After a while, Mary Joy realized one more thing.

“Body… You missed… ?”

Her own body, which had been on her guard for eons of time, had regained her freedom.

She was both happy and awkward about it, but soon other thoughts began to fill her mind.

“Something is strange. It is clear that there is an existence that I do not remember…”

The sense of alienation and deja vu that I felt from the existence that I couldn’t even fathom was greater than the happiness of the freedom that the first guest greeted me.

In response, Mary Joy, as is her habit, raises her manager’s powers.
From distant ancient records to trivial errors like dust.

It was next to impossible to look at everything in detail, but in the end, time was on Mary Joy’s side.

* * *

The witch’s daily life was monotonous.

After the sun rises, he gets up late, checks the condition of the ingredients, and, as always, mixes well to create similar things.
From the witch’s point of view, the result was no different from garbage, but it was of great value to humans.

After making such things properly, I trade with the peddler who stops by the hut from time to time.
Words were traded, but in fact, it was a business that witches struggled with.

A witch who is not greedy is a daily life that goes over generously even though she knows that fact.

“Hmm.”

One peculiarity of such a witch’s daily life is the paper that is twisted even though it has been embalmed.

It was unusual to recall memories while looking at the paper that was fixed like a calendar on one side of the cabin.

A letter sent to you by someone you don’t know.

The content itself was shocking.

As a witch, she is not actually a witch, an absurd story that denies her very existence.
At first, he assumed that someone with a grudge against him sent more nonsense, but in the end, the letter was true.

Death to come someday.
She lived thinking that was the only way to get out of this cabin, but nothing happened when she wandered into the woods outside the cabin.

But that didn’t change her life.

As usual, with only the bare minimum of things, he lived a lonely life in a small cabin, giving out deliberately crude results.
She didn’t feel uncomfortable because she had lived that way from the beginning, and she wasn’t even greedy.

But,

“I must have seen this font before.”

That letter.
It was impossible to trace, or even guess, who sent it.

If you think about it, it was natural.

It was because a mere piece of paper appeared in front of him tearing through the space.

Maybe when she was very young, she might be the existence that locked herself in this cabin, but it was similar but a little different.

“Who are you?”

The magic learned independently had succeeded in tracking its existence in the past, and the person himself probably did not know about it.

Even so, the witch, Sophia Drinne, had no particular intention of doing anything to him.

After receiving the letter, he resented why he didn’t let him leave the hut, but in the end he was a benefactor who saved him.
It was just to solve the question of whether he was still alive.

After confirming that he was alive, he occasionally checked the life and death of his benefactor whenever he had nothing to do, but he was dead.

Of course, since he was a grateful existence, subtle emotions and sadness came to him, but not anymore.

“Has it been more than a hundred years now?”

Right after the letter arrived, the benefactor died.

Because it’s been over a hundred years.

It took years for a human generation to change, but the life of a witch did not change.

Realizing that she is free to live, Sophia Drin still looks at the letter from unknown sender today and is suspicious.

However, when I look at the letter, my heart warms up and I am seized with a very strange feeling.

Is this also suspicious?

The witch did not know.

Why do I end up feeling depressed when I look at those old pieces of paper?

Not only that, but why does the cabin, which has always been alone from the beginning until now, sometimes feel so empty?

As if measuring the size of the cabin, he moves his small, fine blades around, tilts his head, and sits on an old sofa, resting his chin on his chin, passing the time in a daze.

“Maybe I am waiting for someone?”

I’m not sure who that is.

The witch is living such a meaningless daily life today.

* * *

Thousands of years.
Or, tens of thousands of years.

From the outside, it would have been just a time when only one generation had changed, but this space was different.

The boundary between life and death.
She didn’t want to waste her time listening to the requests and reports of the executors and paladins who were meaninglessly visiting, so Mary Joy wouldn’t allow anyone to enter this space.

The day when being human, rather than human, freed oneself from the boundary.
Mary Joy’s perseverance, from the first records of the world to find out the identity of her existence, continued for a long time.

If you ask her if it worked, she did.

But,

“Evil god. Why did the evil spirit do such a thing?”

What she found out was a truth that didn’t make sense to her.
All evil spirits bring chaos to the world and do destructive things.

That is,

“The ‘manager’ I’m acting for must be the opposite.”

It was clear that the existence of the evil god was originally the manager’s adversary.

Why is there a being that constantly obstructs and scatters ashes while trying to correct the world’s errors?

Of course, I was grateful for the freedom, but the fact that I had to endure eons of time in this space remained unchanged.

However, that was not all that the evil god had planned.

From doing things for unknown purposes, to unpredictable, sudden movements.

When she checked the hidden record of reviving the World Tree, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“So in the end… What was your purpose?”

The sight of her desperately crawling towards herself was lingering.
Soon after, as if the fire of life had been exhausted, the evil god turned to dust.

Apparently, she and the demon had met before.

“But no matter how much I look for it… There is no record of that.”

The world record is obviously full of overwhelming amount of records, but most of them are only big stories.

The evil spirit said she had never met him.
That’s why she tried to look at her records, but there were no stories that were dismissed as trivial.

When Mary Joy, who couldn’t get what she wanted in the end, gave up after a long time.

Someone enters her space.

Popularity is not one, but two.

Of course, she thought that an executor and a paladin had invaded without permission, but

“Ha… Why bother doing something like this…”

She raised her head involuntarily at the sound of her arrogant voice.

“Ashte!”

“Ah, got it. It was just something I said.”

When someone scolds her man, she reacts with embarrassment.
But Mary Joy, rather than that, was taken aback by her manly appearance, and her eyes widened.

“Dae, what the hell!? You are obviously… ?”

Her manly face was the same as the evil spirit she was so desperate to find.

Of course, there was a big difference in the plentiful hair and intact limbs.

It was not her man who answered her reflexive question, but the woman next to her.

“Let me explain.”

“Who else are you…”

The woman looked at Mary Joy, who was asking stupidly, and smiled a little.
Then, after glancing at her man, she opened her mouth.

“Should I call it an evil god who loved the hero?”

She was a woman who introduced herself in a catchy voice.

Mary Joy said that while she was checking the inscriptions in the world’s records before, she came across broken letters that looked particularly suspicious.

Sentences close to errors that were hidden.

[Pure love Ψ Ω]
Σ φ  Pure love γΣ where humans share love with the object of θ ζ!
You are the hero of that γΣ!
Save γΣ and win the one and only love!

As a result of interpreting them over a long period of time, incomprehensible sentences were completed.

And at the end of that sentence,

―Your name is Ŀ Ё Τ Ё!

Clearly it had that name written on it.

“No, I guess I should say a warrior now. My name is Lethe.”

The seed that Ed impulsively sowed came back with the salvation of Lethe after a hundred years had passed.