Chapter 553 – The White Winged Grim Reaper (9)
We decided to take a short break in Alfheim.
“If a guy named Off Tomb had that kind of skill, he wouldn’t be in a hurry to rescue him. I stayed there alone for a long time. It would be wiser to rest your body and immediately break through the 7th floor and go down.”
“Well, I haven’t experienced it, so I’ll respect what the person says.”
As Gil Dart said that, he suggested that we hang out with our close friends, so I accepted it. It was also annoying to explain to the four-member explorers who followed them.
A total of 7 people from Elizabeth’s group entered the gates of the underworld.
Currently, there are only three people, two princesses and one scholar. Elisabeth, who wanted to find the remaining two, explained bitterly that she only brought the remains of the body.
“I prioritized joining above all else, but the survival rate was less than half. The scars on the corpses were not caused by the monsters of the ordeal, but by human hands.”
She says so, kindling her anger against the warlocks who would have killed them. You can see the buds of a charismatic leader.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong with burning the fighting spirit.
I answered with half condolences and half wry smile and headed to my room.
-Smart.
“Nord. I want to tell you something I couldn’t say before.”
I was about to take a break for about half a day, but Tyrsi came to my room.
‘Ah, come to think of it, I put it off because I was interrogating.’
Gangbukho pup like a fucking goldfish. Dissing myself, I let Tyrsi in.
“Come on. But there is only one chair here.”
“Sit on a comfortable side. Just talk for a while and you’re done.”
So, I sat down on the bed.
In fact, it was because I thought a bed without a back would be more uncomfortable to sit on. Tyrsi drank and admired the dew that the elves had gathered, and then she told me what had happened in this world.
“My plan was this. I knew that warlocks were roaming around from the stories of the Nords, and I thought it was dangerous to go into such a place.”
“That is the correct answer. In the end, three people came in.”
“It was a decision made after consensus. I chose people who could protect themselves even if they were exposed to danger alone. The plan was for them to enter the gate, join each other, and find Nord.”
It’s a structure that gets scattered when you enter, so you must have had no choice but to do that to get inside somehow. I smiled.
“So you joined Nefertiti and reached the 7th floor. In the meantime, I was busy finding and defeating Equinox’s bean-like subordinates. Still, there was a harvest.”
The investigation of the forest was roughly finished after the troublesome hair color circle.
There were hardly any places I hadn’t been to yet, so I came up with a rough estimate of where the Cross of the Sun might be.
– Knock. Tirshi quenched his thirst with dew and spoke.
“We decided to come down and put an end to the crisis of being defeated individually, and contact the present world, and then other people will come in as well. For various reasons, only Fran and Dana came together.”
Who else wants to come in here? That’s ebay There is still no guarantee that you will succeed in escaping from hell.
I automatically answered with arrogance.
“… Please contact us that the crisis situation has not been resolved yet. The end of the pyramid ordeal is also near, so it would be better to just finish it quickly and go back first.”
“Cook cook. I’ll do that. But after you die in this world, you should be prepared to break up with your wives a lot, right? He was expecting to be put in solitary confinement somewhere when he returned.”
“Hehe. Is it solitary row right after escaping hell? It’s terrible.”
─Smile. Tirthy, who smiled calmly, looked a bit mischievous. It was a smile like he was looking at someone sharing the same secret.
The night deepened as we talked a little more. I drew back the fabric curtains. The room was a bit dark.
“… Even in this world, night comes.”
Said Tyrsi, looking out of her window. He must have stayed up for several nights on the way down, but it was as if he had never seen it before.
Even in this fake world there is night. But there was no moon. Only Sehetefibra knows why.
Tyrsi ran her fingers through her hair. Her pure white hair was shiny and she was most beautiful when she was bathed in sunlight, so on a starry night she looked pale for some reason.
─Charlang. Tirshi said, turning her hair lightly.
“I also came here and met the young Pharaoh. I couldn’t feel any negative emotions from the way he explained the contents of the ordeal, but rather, it might be proof that it’s close to the limit.”
“Are you saying you can’t control your emotions at a visitor you haven’t seen in a while?”
“Yeah. The Nords thought this world was modeled after the pharaoh’s life and regrets, right?”
I nodded.
This world was created by Jammin Pharaoh. And when a person is buried in so much solitude that even living day by day feels like shit, the first thing that comes to mind is not a happy memory, but a dark history.
If it’s good, it’s dark history, but if it’s bad, it’s PTSD.
People who live in winter countries where the nights are long are prone to depression.
Cheerful in Hell was a funnier thing to say.
“… I am Nord. I thought death was irreversible.”
The bed sank slightly. Tyrsi was sitting next to her with her shoulder to shoulder with me.
As she gazed at the view of the ancient elven realm, she closed her eyes as if recalling a past that was closer than this time but never to return to.
“What someone’s death leaves behind is the regret of the person left behind. But it turned out that there was a world for the dead, and those who lost their lives must have their own regrets.”
I listened to it and noticed that this was the story of Tirsi’s family who lost her as a child.
So I said holding my slightly weak hand.
“Is there anyone who lives without regrets? If there is life after death, and if the soul has a human heart, regret for the past will continue even in the next world.”
“Yes. It’s scary. I’ve lived with failure all my life, but later, when I become a crippled grandmother and go to hell, do I only think about why I did that?”
Strength returned to Tyrsi’s hand, who smiled gracefully. It is a regret that has already been shaken off. Even if a stone thrown into the waters of the heart boils the remaining lump in the depths, that bitter feeling quickly subsides.
Wounds that do not heal with time heal with love.
No, the hole pierced in a person’s heart from the beginning is an empty place where love stayed and left. To fill it, pouring in another love would have been the only way out.
“Hey, why are you doing this… ? I didn’t mean to say that.”
Tirshi rubbed his cheek, embarrassed. A very small murmur could be heard.
“Did I become emotional without knowing it when I met someone I thought I would never see again? Hehe, there will only be more embarrassing memories…”
“It’s nice to be emotional. Can’t people live only by calculation?”
“… Mr. Lee. It’s not nice to listen to other people’s self-talk like that and then answer them, isn’t it?”
Tyrsi pinched my thigh. If I said it so closely, even if it wasn’t me, I would have heard it.
She is a wizard who uses ice magic, and her hands are very warm.
Maybe that’s why the words suddenly came to my mind. People with cold hands have a warm heart.
I use that expression often, but I don’t like it very much.
People with cold hands sometimes say it because it is a compliment they will be delighted with, but on the contrary, doesn’t that mean that people with warm hands have a cold heart?
That’s why calculating people like me and Tyrsi feel like they’re sitting on a cushion of thorns.
While I was thinking that, I was startled as I suddenly flinched at the arm wrapped around my waist. Tirsi, who is being held by me, is glaring at me with her fat eyes.
“Who thinks so? I am right next to you.”
“Well, what else can I think of other than someone who is an expert in alchemy, lives hard every day, seems cold-hearted but has a lot of affection in the end, and has a very cute jealous side.”
I rubbed the back of Tirsi’s neck and laughed. The eyes of the woman who met the conditions listed were round like a rabbit caught by her tail.
“People who are usually calculating seem to become very lovable the moment they become honest with themselves… What did you think?”
“… Who, who are you talking about? I don’t know~?”
Tyrsi raised her eyes to the size of a fist and blew her whistle. As if all the blood in her body had been rushed to her face, her hands that had been holding her tightly to prevent her from escaping became bloodless.
Do people’s blood and emotions flow and change depending on the time?
If you think about it, it was a natural thing that would sound more stupid to explain.
“Ah, ah! By the way, isn’t this pyramid really great?!”
-Wack! Tirshi, who somehow escaped from me, turned his back and reached for the bookshelf next to the bed. The body heat escaping from her chest was subtly pitiful. It’s a pity.
But what is a man’s instinct to keep his eyes on the curves of his slim waist and buttocks?
“Recreating the ruined elven kingdom! If you open the books that are roughly placed here in the room like this, an archaeologist like Nord will have a mouthwatering ancient history… Uh… “
Tirsi, who dared to touch the body first and opened the book while evasive, was at a loss for words. Because the book by the bed was blank and had no words on it.
“This world was created by Sehetefibra. I would have tried it, but I wouldn’t have recreated these details.”
“Is that so… That’s too bad…”
Tyrsi, whose eyes swim through the room. He’s a man with a taste for bullying.
“It seems that Tyrsi likes to read too, right? Stop talking and suddenly bring up all the books.”
“Well, well, it is! Because his name is an alchemist!”
“What books have you read lately? Oh, come to think of it, thanks to his friend, he also works at a general store for adults. … “
“Oh, oh, no?! I only read cultural books, I!”
“Hmm. You see. Which book is it? I don’t read books other than the ones I majored in.”
“That, that… “
As I smiled, Tirsi hid her face with a blank book.
“… How to make a guy look back on you, like… ?”
“Aha, indeed.”
It is fortunate that Tyrsi’s face is small enough to be covered by a book. Otherwise, her own shame aside, she would have hit me over the head with her book when she saw me giggling.
“Then, did the book have any effect?”
“… I don’t know because I didn’t ask directly. But it probably isn’t very effective. If you see someone wanting to hit you.”
Tirsi peeked out of the book that hid her face and glared at me with flickering eyes.
Her eyes trembled as if she was trying to squeeze out her anger, but when I smiled and looked at her, her eyes finally relaxed as if she couldn’t stand it. Then she said as if she really didn’t deserve it.
“… Can I test the contents of the book a little more?”
“Yes? Oh, whatever you like.”
When I answered, Tirshi took out her book from her bookshelf as if in agony and fumbled around, then she opened a book and held it out.
“Come on, here. It was something similar to this.”
“Yes?”
I turned to the book. Naturally, this book was also blank, so I lowered my head and flipped through a few blank pages.
And on top of the white bookshelf, whiter hair sat down like snowflakes.
─ Side.
I looked up at the feel of my fingers on my shoulder, and something soft piled on my lips and then fell.
The bold attempt stabbed the master, who was completely off guard, like a needle through a thread. As if it was a minute or an hour, in the amazement that the sense of time stretched, I could see the face of Tirsi, who squeezed out the courage and closed her eyes tightly.
“… It is useless to read only books for 100 days, so make mistakes and regret while bumping into them. Are you really irresponsible?”
Tirsi removed his face and muttered, placing both hands over his mouth.
─Poljjak. Tirsi backed off lightly, grabbed the doorknob, and hid behind it. Then he rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Did you think I was cute when I was emotional? How about it? Was it emotional enough to impulsively give you that precious first kiss?”
I came to her senses and let her laugh, and she gently shook her hand. The soft movements of her wrists were so feminine.
“Then please dream of me tonight. I want to build a lot of precious memories to remember with a smile after I die.”
Tirsi greeted her by pulling up her skirt, shutting her door and leaving.
I quietly touched my lips and then lay down on the bed. Is that really naive or bold?
Cry out for love in hell, maybe.
That’s so fucking romantic.
