I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

44 – up (3)

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Ever since I was little, I often went to a rural village within an hour’s walk of the count’s mansion.

A large zelkova tree perched on the top of a high hill next to the village.

It was because it was the most beautiful place to see the vast golden wheat fields of the Goldfields estate.

The golden fields stretching all the way to the horizon were mesmerizing in and of themselves, but the sight that I could see when I went up in time for the setting sun was really… It was so overwhelming that I couldn’t explain it in words.

I can assure you, of all the people I have ever met in my life, there has not been a single person who has not been mesmerized by the spectacle.

Not only the Count and his wife, but Lady Alice, my parents, and my older sister.

Besides that, I boasted of this sight to many other people.

Of course, most of them already knew.

It is said that the zelkova tree was planted by the count’s grandparents in the first place.

It reminded me of the count’s smiling face, saying that the view from the top of this hill is one of the proud treasures of the Goldfield estate.

In the end, with my introduction, the only person who saw this landscape for the first time was Layla.

And quite understandably, my sister really liked the scenery.

I stared at the zelkova tree on the hill.

Two ropes hanging from the thickest branches.

A wooden plank cut into squares was tied under the rope.

It was a swing I made for Lila.

I was trying to make a chair for her, who grimaced that her legs were hurting on the way up the hill, but I was bored with ordinary chairs, so I made a swing.

Of course, I couldn’t make it strong with my manual skills at the time, when I was only about 14 years old, so it broke after about a year or two, and eventually my father repaired it again.

Lila loved the view from the swing.

His chestnut-colored hair, resembling his father’s, is clearly visible.

Sure enough, she was sitting on a swing.

I spoke to Lila.

“Lyla.”

“…”

Lila didn’t answer.

At a glance from the back of her sitting on the swing, her cheeks swelled up.

“Why are you doing this again?”

Lila used to keep her mouth shut and ignore my words whenever a situation came up that she didn’t like.

I sighed and walked towards her.

“Why are you upset again?”

“…joy!”

“Lyla…”

Lila glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and then swung her face the other way.

“I don’t know, Ash brother is an idiot.”

“why me?”

“… Cee…”

If you see him squirming, he looks like he’s sulking.

Uh… But, what did I do…?

Fortunately, the answer to that question was answered straight away by Layla.

“Oneul, there is no mom and dad, but my brother is just… just, huh? I only go out to play with Eric, leaving me alone.”

“Aha… that was it.”

“Just, just, huh? I don’t even know why I’m angry.”

oh my,

Lila’s voice began to get wet.

It seemed that he was filled with sadness as he tried to speak while stuttering about his feelings around clumsy words.

I slowly walked up behind her and carefully pushed her on the swing.

“So you were sad?”

“…”

“Are you sad?”

“huh,”

“I’m angry that you didn’t play with me.”

“…just, just play with Eric oppa… and leave me alone at home…”

“Sorry.”

“Mom and Dad are busy too, I heard there is an older sister but she goes to school and doesn’t even come, and my older brother only hangs out with Eric’s older brother…”

The crying little sister was very cute.

I grabbed the string of the swing and swayed it slightly off-beat to ease Laila’s mood.

Her loneliness and sadness were quickly covered with a slight thrill.

Layla, who had looked like she was about to cry a moment ago, gave a whimper and then burst into laughter.

I said stroking Laila’s hair.

“Are you bored?”

“no,”

“really?”

“I wasn’t bored because I played with grass, bugs, and flowers.”

I asked with a smile.

“But why are you so angry?”

“…”

Lila shut her mouth.

It’s probably not because the question is difficult or because you don’t know why you’re angry.

Still young, she sometimes took a long time to complete a sentence in her head.

It was like that every time I tried to write a relatively difficult expression.

I pushed her on the swing and waited patiently for Lila’s answer.

“Uh… that’s because he, oppa, just doesn’t seem interested in hanging out with me anymore.”

aha,

You wanted to use the word interest.

I smiled and questioned her.

“hmm? What are you talking about.”

“…I’m afraid my brother will hate me now.”

Lila bowed her head and said so.

I gently held on to the swing and slowly stopped.

“Why do I hate Lila?”

“then? i like you?”

“Sure, I love Lila because she’s my little sister.”

“hehehe, then…”

At that moment, all sounds in the world were turned off.

The sound of leaves blowing in the breeze and the sound of wheat fields waving like waves.

The creaking sound of the twigs and ropes on the swing.

And even my breathing.

At that moment, all I could hear was Laila’s voice.

In silence, as if the world’s air had vanished, Lila asked me without looking back.

Strangely, the voice sounded like it was whispering right next to my ear, not in front of me.

“Why did you let me die?”

“…what?”

I took a step back.

Lyla was limp, hanging from the ropes of the swing.

The soles of her feet floating in the air in an erect form without stepping on the ground came into my eyes.

slowly… very slowly,

Layla spun in the air.

Laila’s dimmed eyes were slowly returning to me.

no.

no no no no no

no, wait, wait.

What’s going on? what? What is it?

Layla already…!

already?

already what?

what?

What am I trying to recall?

stop,

Please, no f*ck, shut that thought up.

I tightly closed my eyes and twisted my whole body to look away from the terrifying figure.

At that moment, the golden field that had been ecstatic like magic disappeared like magic.

In the background, which suddenly disappeared as if it had never been there from the beginning, greens that were so dark and disgusting that it made you sick were settled.

Various types of trees and blades of grass obscured the open horizon, filling the view to the point where it felt stuffy.

It is a forest.

no.

I don’t like it.

no, lila.

must be wrong

please listen to me,

Lila!

tuk tuk,

A gooey red liquid pours around the leaves.

And, again, that ghastly voice.

“It’s bad to make other people die just to save your brother.”

“… no.”

“no? Then why did you kill those men?”

“It… is not my fault.”

“Then what about me?”

“Ahhh,”

“Even after doing that, you kissed Sylvia-san, right?”

“… No, stop, stop. Stop it, Lyle…”

“Ahahahahaha”

Raising her head to look at her and plead, Layla, suspended in the air, laughs.

An artificial smile as if a finger was inserted into the mouth and pulled,

He spoke in a clear voice, as usual.

“Brother, by what qualifications do you want to be happy?”

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I opened my eyes to the sensation of my eyelids being crushed.

I feel a rush of blood along with a dull pain in my head.

The forehead and crown of the head hurt as if they had been beaten.

My vision was slammed to the floor, and thanks to that, I could see the luggage piled haphazardly under Silvia-san’s bed.

“Ugh,”

I struggled to get to the floor and lifted my upper body.

It seems that he tossed over and fell off the bed.

He barely lifted his body and laid it back on the bed.

The pain in his head still lingered on the floor.

I rubbed my forehead and spat out curse words.

“Damn it.”

As expected, it was a nightmare.

It’s a dream like a dog.

No, stop.

I slapped my forehead and managed to hold my head as I tried to remember the dream I had just had.

I know there’s nothing good about thinking about it.

Laila’s death, resentment, and the blood spilled in the forest.

When I tried to think of it, only my mind… Holy sh*t, I finally remembered it.

no. no.

I desperately tried to come up with another idea.

First of all… when the hell did I fall asleep.

I do not know.

In fact, yesterday, after experiencing what the curse symbolized by these red eyes made me do, my memory was fuzzy.

It wasn’t because of the effects of the curse.

Anger and hatred heated up as if the curse had been activated and the brain would be roasted.

Under those intense emotions and flesh, my consciousness was deeply buried.

However, even after everyone around them died and the curse was silenced, the terrible sensation of inserting a hand into a person’s body and digging it through was still vivid in the fingertips.

Ah, it would have been better if I hadn’t had memories while the curse was being activated.

This vicious curse had no such kind features.

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That memory, that touch.

It is engraved like a tattoo on the surface of consciousness and cannot be erased.

Everything is not as blurry as the tip of a hair.

The intense experience consumed all of my mind, and I’ve been in a daze ever since.

I tried not to think at all, because the very memories that flooded me whenever I tried to think of anything.

Perhaps, Sylvia-san had endured in this way for the past few years.

hahahaha,

In the meantime, the insignificant consolation he had given to Mr. Sylvia was very funny.

What did you know, did you dare to pretend to understand, pretend to comfort?

Did she mistakenly think that she knew all the sadness and guilt she must have felt, even though she only listened to Sylvia’s verbal explanation?

asshole.

There is a certain degree of arrogance.

I didn’t know anything.

Only now did she get a glimpse of the pain she was enduring.

It was only now that I had killed all of them with my own hands, and it was only now that I felt like I knew very little.

Oh, that’s right… Mr. Sylvia.

I ran my hand along the side of the bed.

“Mmm,”

Sylvia-san’s shoulder was touched.

When I touched it, it let out a sweet moan and flinched slightly.

I looked at her slowly.

A very beautiful woman was lying next to me.

“… oops,”

oh my god,

What kind of feeling is this?

It’s just that she’s asleep next to me, and a great comfort that can’t be explained in words fills my heart.

It was at this moment that I realized, at least a little bit, why she was crying out for a family.

I slowly turned towards her.

The wind pulled the blanket that was covering her up a bit.

The blanket that was covering her shoulders, which were already exposed, slid down from her body.

Her large flesh-colored breasts were exposed.

she was naked

“Oops!”

At that moment, I finally remembered the sights of last night.

crazy,

What have I done.

It was only then that I noticed that my lips were tingling as if they were bruised.

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Sylvia tossed and turned slightly.

I could feel my consciousness gradually brightening behind the world of sleep.

It was a blissful sleep that Sylvia had tasted after a long time.

For her, who doesn’t die even if she doesn’t sleep, sleep time was just a means to adjust her condition and a hobby to speed up her long and boring life in the forest.

Although it came with a certain probability of seeing a terrible nightmare, every time she opened her eyes was already a nightmare, so Sylvia would force herself to lie down and close her eyes tightly before going to bed.

Is that why?

Ever since she started living in the forest, Sylvia had never had a refreshing morning.

When was the last time you woke up in a happy mood?

It was probably before the journey to subdue the demon lord.

No, maybe I’ve never woken up in the morning feeling happy in my whole life.

That’s why Sylvia felt awkward about the feeling she was feeling right now.

I’m almost awake already.

If you open your eyes, today’s day will start again.

As usual, I didn’t want to open my eyes today, but the reason was a little different.

Normally, I hesitated to open my eyes because I didn’t want to face this terrible daily life, but today I hesitated to open my eyes because I wanted to feel this happy feeling of falling asleep for a little longer.

After tossing and turning a little more, I wanted to fall into the dream again.

Wait, is there any reason not to?

what did you have to do today?

I don’t remember.

If nothing comes to mind, it’s okay if you don’t have to open your eyes.

Because it’s really rare to feel this kind of happiness.

Sylvia thought so, buried her face in the pillow, and tried to slip into a sweet bed once more.

It was then.

“Oops!”

A voice was heard.

A voice mixed with surprise and bewilderment.

A very cute and lovely voice.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes, as if drawn by that voice.

I slowly turned my face on the pillow toward the voice.

Ash was there with his eyes wide open.

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