Chapter 252 – Ep.17 – Farewell (1)
“… Really?”
Helen asks again. Those blue lips that can’t hold back the cigar, ask the lovely man who resembles her father as if playing a joke.
“Won’t you really hate me?”
“Of course. Never!”
Delrin swears on her dying lips.
No matter how much she comforts Helen, she will never be able to understand her dead father’s true feelings, but she still speaks.
“If you die like this, you’ll be sad. So please, don’t die, but treat yourself first. This is what I’m asking you to do…”
Helen smiles and nods her head.
Will she really give up on her life like this, or will she hold on to that tough string of her life?
Delrin doesn’t know. Therefore, she kisses and pleads with her dying love for the last time.
It was the second kiss the two shared. It wasn’t tongue-in-cheek or romantic, but that was enough.
“Don’t die. When we meet again, I will give you something better than her kiss.”
“Pfft. I’m looking forward to it.”
Helen smiles for the first time in a long time as she meets the falling leaves. It seems like comments like that are far from the norm are to my taste.
In return, a soft light emerges from Helen’s fingertips and surrounds her Delrin body.
Healing light.
Delrin’s big and small wounds begin to heal quickly. Her divine miraculous power never left her side for a single moment.
“… Let’s go now.”
The red god squats down next to Helen. She also waves her hand as if sending her Delin away with her Helen.
Delrin must run now. Because this is not his place.
Let go of your previous hesitations,
He runs across the forest for the last time.
Running out of time,
Seeking salvation,
Delrin runs endlessly like that.
While wandering through God’s garden, where grass and small trees grow wildly,
Finally we reach something.
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“Huh, huh…”
Because her frail body is not suited to running, Delrin clutches her heart and squeals. Her saliva and sweat fall on the thickly blooming grass beneath her feet.
Delrin kneels down in front of the god she finally found.
It is not an action that comes from a pious heart. He is just so tired and exhausted that he can no longer stand.
“Hello.”
God says something to Delrin.
“… Thank you for your hard work. I was waiting for you. Here, continue.”
As soon as the short greeting ends, Delrin begins to cry. Thinking that he must really be a tearful person, he tried to hold back his tears, but even at the end, Delrin was unable to hide his tears and started crying honestly.
Also, Shin, who is standing calmly in front of him, begins to wipe away his tears. At a distance that is neither far nor near.
“… Hello.”
Delrin also politely greets me. She bows her head slightly, showing her courtesy towards someone she meets for the first time, and greets them as kindly and kindly as she did in her old hometown.
The being standing in front of him must be God.
It has to be perfect, omnipotent, all-encompassing, and gives miracles to everyone.
“You’re very different from what I thought…”
However, the image of God he is looking at is,
He is no different from himself, or rather, he may be a little younger than himself.
Doesn’t this look like a boy who looks like he’s about high school age?
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“But if you live, you will be happy, right?”
The student asks.
Delrin’s mother cannot easily answer that short question.
It was supposed to be a passing conversation with someone she met for the first time today, but for some reason, she sat on her chair and thought for a while longer, organizing her thoughts.
“… As you live, you don’t necessarily become happy.”
Then, finally, she gives her student an answer.
“I used to think like a student. I thought everything would get better with time, but there are some things that just can’t be done with time.”
After much deliberation, the answer I came up with was that I don’t care about the pastor’s words or the nobility of the cross.
“I’m just losing my mind. I wonder if the world is so messed up that it’s like this, and I wonder if I’m being punished for not being virtuous in my past life…”
That’s why you can be honest. Only your own feelings and life are contained in the answer.
“… Look at my mind. I’m sorry for speaking informally. They say kids these days are sensitive to things like that.”
“No, please speak comfortably.”
“… Anyway, in times like that, I think you just have to think like this. It’s all unnecessary – it’s pointless and useless anyway…”
In the midst of all this, what is it that allows the mother to hold the student’s hand tightly and speak comfortingly?
Love?
Or a sense of homogeneity?
“… So you don’t need anything. All you have to do is have fun. What I’m saying is that you don’t need God or anything. There will be a lot of good people around you. Isn’t life about having fun with those people and then passing away like fallen leaves?”
Although she is tormented by the thought of her son, whom she has not seen for several years, she tries to smile.
“Still, student? The world isn’t that bad.”
Perhaps now that we are talking, she may be truly happy.
More than the pain that is choking her, the memories of her past with her son make her smile.
Memories of her spring days when she took both her husband and son on outings, and memories of her sitting in a garden eating her lunch box make her happy.
“You will know as you live. Even if you are not happy every day, there are moments that make you so happy and heartbreaking. Sometimes you have trouble sleeping at night and cry because it is something that you will never get back, but in the end, you cannot die and just end up chewing the cud. .”
What was so good about those little egg rolls that they made such a fuss to put them in the lunch box?
It reminds me of the image of her young son, who had finished everything on his own, including his husband’s share, and then quickly went home and went to bed, saying he was sleepy because he was full.
“If you live with those memories, happy things will happen again one day. Even though it may not be the same as before, there will come a day when you will laugh and laugh.”
It was great at the time.
Really.
“So students, just endure it and live. When I think about it again, I also had a really fun life.”
Today, she picks up two cans of her sleeping pills on her way home.
He desperately misses his son, whom he only sees vaguely in his dreams, and tries to live a dream from which he will never wake up again.
“It was really fun. It would be nice to see my son’s face one last time. I don’t know if he’ll be able to eat. He’s weak and small, but I wonder how much he eats.”
The conversation has ended.
“I’m sorry. Did I just say some really weird things? That’s because I’m an old lady. I can’t control myself.”
Now she leaves her place and goes to pour down curses on other gods in the world.
After that, she stopped by the pharmacy,
She goes home
“Madam.”
“Huh?”
Before that, the student gives his final greeting.
“Thank you for your kind words.”
Unlike kids these days, he is a very healthy student. When I look at it, I keep thinking of my son.
I think that’s why I’m more concerned.
“I think she would have been nice if she were my mother.”
I will never see you again,
She’s a child with nothing to talk to anymore.
“I’m sure the people around you are living happily thanks to you.”
“Uh, well… Of course. Thank you for your words.”
That last greeting brings tears to my eyes.
“See you next time.”
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“Are you disappointed?”
God greets Delrin in his original form without any decoration. Just like the morning after waking up, he looks a little tired and rubs his eyes to wipe away tears. He just looks like an ordinary student, without even a hint of foreignness.
“That can’t be right.”
“I’m glad. I was very worried. I was wondering what would happen if you were disappointed when you saw me.”
He approaches Delrin with his characteristic steady steps and kneels down to meet his gaze.
The sides of his face are crumbling. After bearing the weight of the two, it soon becomes one with the soil, adding red and blue colors.
Above, the two have their final conversation.
We won’t be able to see each other anymore.
Delrin feels it, and God feels it too.
“You probably have a lot to say, right? Please take it easy.”
Shin carefully grabs Delrin’s wrist and looks at him.
The blue glowing tattoo is starting to erase little by little.
Because we no longer need heroes,
It relieves some of the small burden placed on Delrin.
“Thank you so much, warrior. Please tell me anything.”
“… My mom, are you still okay?”
“You’re still okay.”
Now I’m a human again,
Feeling somewhat relieved to hear that her mother has not yet passed away, Delin asks God.
“You will grant whatever wish you have, right?”
“Of course.”
He doesn’t even think about it anymore.
Would you rather increase your wishes to a hundred or would you rather give yourself the power to make everything come true?
He says this without even thinking about writing such trivial things.
