Chapter 125 – Always His Portion (6)
“Oh, here you are.”
Stion got up from his seat as soon as he saw Stachis.
Some of the Aid party members were still wearing their gear.
“Are there any places where you feel uncomfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Have you finished reporting to the requesting office?”
“Yet.”
Stion gets a strange feeling when he sees Stachis in a depressed mood.
He looked around at the party members to see if he was the only one who felt that way, but
Everyone seemed alright.
“… We will report. Please ask Seira.”
But Stion trusted his intuition his and took care of his brother his.
Whatever the reason,
The man who fell off the cliff needed time to catch his breath.
“… You almost died again. Why do you keep doing dangerous things?”
Stion approached and began to worry.
The base fell silent as the two brothers began to talk.
Ade’s party members also waited for Starchis’ answer.
“…How can you pretend not to know that the life saver is dying?”
“..You too.”
“…So who are the people I saved?”
“All is well.”
Starchis had no regrets about entering the dungeon to save Reckd.
There was a crisis, but in the end, everyone would have been saved,
I was also able to talk to Lily while putting down my anger.
The upcoming breakup is something we can’t help but…
I feel uncomfortable.
Starchis sighed.
Then he interrupted Stion, who was about to say something, and asked.
“Brother.”
“…”
Stion looked at his party members once again.
Then he leaned over and whispered in Stachis’ ear.
“…What’s going on?”
“I have.”
“… Do you want to go into your room and talk?”
“Uh. OK.”
Stion nodded and tapped his brother twice on the shoulder.
Before they enter the room
Starchis tells the Ade party members.
“Everyone, thank you for coming to save me.”
“No, what?”
“Of course.”
Only Fioren, the spearman of the Aid Party, seemed to have something else to say.
“…That…”
Her hand floundered for a moment in the air,
As she gave up, she brushed her hair,
In the end, it rests on her thigh with her fist clenched.
“Starches.”
“Yes.”
“..I’m not asking, but… “
“…”
“…What’s going on with that…Russ?”
Fioren’s lost eyes are fixed on Stachis as soon as the question ends.
Starchis looked around at the Aid party members.
After all, the people here were people like Russ who had been gathering for a while.
If Russ had a different vibe when he visited Stachis the day before,
It wasn’t that they couldn’t notice.
Sion cut off the question.
“…Now, the kids will do it for themselves, Starches. Let’s go up.”
“I’ll tell you later, sister.”
Starchis, who gently avoided answering, followed her older brother towards the stairs.
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“So what’s going on?”
Two brothers sit across from each other at a table.
Stachis finally let go of his hardened expression and let out a sigh.
He would even show his emotions in front of his older brother.
Stion laughed as he watched Starchis immediately relax.
“Doesn’t this need beer?”
He made a silly joke
Starchis laughed weakly.
I would have said it in empty words, but I thought it would be nice to have a drink.
And did you read his mind?
Stion asks.
“… Do you really want to have a drink?”
“…Then that’s fine.”
Stion nodded his head,
He left the room and after a while brought a beer.
A yellow liquid dripped into two large wooden glasses.
“So what is it?”
Stion hands Stachis a glass,
The other cup was brought to his mouth.
Starchis was like this, so he had a past that came to mind.
The first time, when I started pretending to be a girlfriend, it was roughly like this.
Drinking beer, I sighed heavily in front of his brother.
I noticed it now,
Stachis, in the midst of his brother’s indifferent attitude to his,
I was watching him carefully.
After asking a question, he swallows beer in succession as if he is not interested in the answer, but
His eyes looked at Starchis once.
“…Hyung, really.”
“?”
Starches also took a sip of beer.
The coolness suppresses the tightness in the chest a little.
“Hyung, I said I wouldn’t go there alone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Father’s grave!”
“Ah… That?”
“Ugh…Really…”
Stion remembered Russ’ words.
Starchis will need strength, she said.
“Was it hard?”
“…”
He responded with his eyes instead.
Maybe he would be fine if he went to the grave without any stress.
But at that time, the events of the party members were already overlapping,
All of that put pressure on him and made it difficult.
“Have you met Stea?”
Starchis let out a laugh.
“I knew everything.”
“Isn’t it cute?”
Stion said with a smile.
Although Starchis imagined Stion, who would have loved his half-brother his, it was different again when he saw it in front of him.
After realizing that her Stea her was her her own half-brother her, Stachis didn’t know how to deal with her, but her Steon her seemed to just look at her cutely.
“Your brother is great too, really.”
“So, how did you feel there?”
“…”
Starchis didn’t answer, so Stion asked.
The two hadn’t talked about the incident yet.
“I know one thing that I have no reason to follow you.”
He expressed his feelings in a slightly stinging tone.
Stion doesn’t feel sorry for saying this, but it seemed like he would feel better if he did it anyway.
Stion raised his voice loudly at his brother’s reply.
“Oh~ it comes out hard~?”
“But it’s true bro.”
Bringing down that type of atmosphere,
Seriously.
“…I really am. Now that I think about it… I think I’ve lived by copying my brother too much.”
“…You’ve been like that since you were little.”
“So. Why would I?”
“I don’t know.”
“…I remembered it in front of my mother’s grave, right? You probably don’t know…”
The two had never had a deep conversation about their parents.
It was the first time.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t remember back then. My brother came home right before my mother left us and I starved to death.”
“… I remember.”
Stion blinked once or twice as if he was embarrassed or still apologetic, then smiled bitterly.
“Then… I saw my mother leave.”
“…”
“The last thing I said on the way out was to live like my older brother.”
“…”
“I wonder if that’s the case.”
I could go deeper and talk about it, but Stachis cut off the story at this point.
She didn’t have to recall the dark feelings she felt then.
Stachis said while raising his beer mug.
“Once that thought gets stuck in your brain, you keep thinking about it. Why did I live like this?”
“But what’s the point of living along? Have you ever hated living like this?”
“…”
Starchis wiggled his hand in his beer mug.
Like Stion, anything pointed out from the outside tends to seem simple.
Stachis couldn’t exactly describe it in words, but he tried his best.
“…It’s not like that. What. Living like an older brother… I want to be like me. I felt that if I lived only by copying someone, my scars would remain.”
“…Wound?”
He did not want to reveal his wounds in detail in front of Stion.
He couldn’t say that there was a deep loneliness.
As a result, the solution to everything is to choose for yourself.
It would be nice if I could get a clear answer from him,
I didn’t want to expose everything in the process.
Stion didn’t bother to reveal if he tried to hide something.
“…”
“…So, what are you going to do next?”
“…I’m afraid I’ll stop being a gatherer for now.”
Stion’s expression hardened.
My whole body moved slowly.
Slowly he put down his beer mug.
“… What is it, really?”
“To do so. My party members weren’t aiming for an A-level party either… I don’t know why I would follow him either.”
“…Really quit?”
Starchis shrugged his shoulders.
“Hyung didn’t like me being a gatherer in the first place. When will he tell me to quit if he can?”
“That’s true, but… Um.”
Starchis looked at his brother his.
He frowned and tilted his head.
Like himself, he seemed to be getting the feeling that something was amiss when he said he was quitting the gathering job.
It was the same with Starches.
Something went wrong, I couldn’t tell if it was natural.
If this is a natural awkwardness, you can just endure it and keep running.
As planned, the party should be broken and the party should go on its way.
But if it’s really gone,
I wanted to quickly figure out what it was.
“…What will I do if I stop being a gatherer?”
Stion pondered for a while before asking.
Every time the conversation breaks off a little bit,
Or whenever something difficult to say came up, he drank a little beer.
Perhaps because it was such a difficult conversation, the two quickly emptied their glasses.
“… I haven’t thought about anything.”
“…What is it.”
“…I know.”
Stion looked at him intently.
Starchis also makes eye contact.
After another silence, Stachis raises his beer mug.
And as he bent his head and poured out the remaining beer,
Stion’s question came to my ears.
“What about the party members?”
