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

48 – Aftermath (3)

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With trembling hands, Sylvia slowly rubbed the name on the letter.

The name written on the letter did not change even when I pressed it down with my thumb as if I was trying to erase the cold, dry ink that had soaked into the paper.

no. It won’t be.

It can’t be.

Sylvia shook her head to and fro with her eyes tightly closed, then slowly opened them again to look at the letter.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, the bloodstains that stained the letter paper all red didn’t touch the name at all, so I couldn’t believe I was mistaken.

Ash Staff.

Those words, so vivid, glared at Sylvia in silence.

Is it because of the stench of a rotting corpse that attracts flies, or is it because of thoughts that are too complicated to tangle?

Sylvia felt her head pounding and sighed.

“Ha… one by one… let’s think about it one by one.”

First of all, the first thing to think about was the existence of this letter itself.

The fact that Ash’s name is written on the search target literally means that there is someone who is looking for Ash.

In addition, these corpses who died at the hands of Ash, who had been searching for them, were priests of the Goddess Church, not ordinary mercenaries or adventurers.

Well, mercenaries probably won’t accept any request to enter this forest.

Looking at the written order, it seems that some high-ranking person in the Goddess Church gave an order to the priests who were in a lower rank than himself.

Ordered to bring Ash.

Of course, one might think that Ash, written on top of this letter, might just be another person with the same name by chance.

But Lila’s name, written alongside Ash’s, immediately refutes that idea.

The Goddess Church is looking for Ash and Laila.

Goddess Cult Ash?

why?

No, calm down, not calm down, Sylvia.

Sylvia took a slow, deep breath and looked at the letter once more.

There was still information to be gleaned from this letter.

To find Layla together means they know that Ash and Layla escaped together in a wagon, but at the same time they don’t know that Layla is dead.

In other words, it means that there is no magic to keep an eye on Ash.

They don’t even know if Ash is alive or dead.

So maybe it should just stay like this?

The priests he had selected and sent in his own way also died and couldn’t return, so he wouldn’t think Ash would be alive.

Of course, it would depend on what value Ash was to the person who wrote this order, but Ash told me about his past many times with his own mouth.

To be honest, most of the stories were nothing special.

It is full of harmonious and happy memories, but at the same time, he is not held in any great secret or honor.

There was no way they would launch another search operation to find a common low-ranking nobleman, who didn’t bother to find even a hero who had lost news of them.

And no matter how desperately they searched for Ash, he was not to be left out of this forest.

Now, the scene of this terrible slaughter fully explained the reason.

After thinking that far, Sylvia took a deep breath.

It is unknown why he is looking for Ash, but the conclusion does not change.

can’t send ash

Not because of my greed, but because of this curse.

After Sylvia came to that conclusion, she moved her thoughts to the second problem.

“Ash…staff.”

Usually, most of them take the name of the ruling territory or the name of a prestigious family as their surname, so the word with the meaning of a staff was a very unusual name to see as a surname.

However, everyone in the country knew this surname.

This surname is a given surname, not inherited.

staff.

A wand that symbolizes the wizard itself.

An honorable castle given only to the best wizards in the kingdom.

The most famous of those with this surname was an old man named Malis who, some 200 years ago, was one of the greatest sages of his time.

A great wizard who is said to have built a castle in just one night with magic, and a legendary hero who is said to have annihilated over 10,000 demons at once with living flames.

Stories about him were adapted into novels and fairy tales and spread throughout the kingdom.

Some sorcery scholars argued that there would be an exaggeration in the story, but it was a clear fact that such a great person existed in history.

Then, a few years ago, another great wizard took over the iconic castle.

He was someone Sylvia knew very well.

“…Maria.”

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Maria.

A precious friend of Sylvia whom she met at the academy, and a reliable companion who accompanied her on the journey to subdue the demon king.

And, one of the last three party members who survived until the end and stood before the Demon King.

Sylvia still vividly remembered how Maria had died.

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Another one of the three remaining until the end died as soon as the battle with the demon lord began, so Sylvia, who lacked hands, was unable to stop the powerful spell that the demon lord had been using for a long time.

And, the moment the demon king’s order was completed,

Powerful magic that melted everything it touched came like a tidal wave.

Something like a dark red flesh that reached the ceiling of the large throne room of the demon lord was sweeping all around and approaching meowingly.

I couldn’t figure out what kind of magic it was, but it wasn’t simple material magic like fire or poison.

Sylvia thought that the magic coming toward her was death itself.

In fact, even though the magic didn’t reach her, Sylvia felt her life disappear as she fell to the floor just because the grotesquely sweet smell of that unknown magic penetrated her nostrils.

When Sylvia guessed the end,

Maria stood in front of her.

Holy Polymorph Shield.

miracle tent.

The light fluttering of the fairy’s wings.

A dazzling jade light.

Greater blue wind shield.

The appearance of Maria, who resists the devil’s magic, casts the highest-level magic in succession to drive away evil and protect allies from damage, seemed to prove that she was worthy of being given the surname ‘staff’.

To be honest, to use the highest level of magic not just two, but four or five times in a row was enough to think that it had already transcended the realm of humans.

It was also the moment when the Demon King showed his embarrassment for the first time.

Maria glanced at Sylvia with a dazzlingly bright smile, just like the day they first met.

Looking at Maria’s smile, Sylvia was able to slowly recover from the magic of Maria who surrounded her.

But at that time, I couldn’t move my body yet.

The demon king poured out more and more powerful magic and walked towards Maria.

Maria could have avoided it.

If she had been able to stand against the demon lord’s magic, she would have been able to shake off the demon lord’s hand approaching her.

But Maria did not escape.

Because Sylvia hasn’t recovered yet.

Remember wisely.

Maria’s face caught in the hands of the demon king in the throne room where the dark red flesh was removed after the magic of the demon king was over.

That expression that smiled as if to say not to worry,

The demon king threatening to release the magic surrounding Sylvia,

Mary’s flame, which she had thrown at her with that bright smile, to eat it.

And, the figure of Maria who was brutally tortured in front of Sylvia who slowly raised her body.

“…”

Sylvia tried her best not to recall the scene she had watched while shedding bloody tears.

However, it eventually emerges.

Because it was a scene I will never forget.

Even if she dies, the magic continues.

The magic surrounding Sylvia will only disappear when Sylvia fully recovers or Maria takes it.

The Demon King brutally cut Maria’s will.

Maria eventually died without dispelling the magic.

It was a heroic achievement, a genius skill, and a wise choice.

However, heroes, geniuses, and sages were all mere people in the end.

Maria couldn’t stop laughing.

Sylvia tightly closed her eyes, trying not to recall that expression.

In the darkness covered by her eyelids, Maria’s last words suddenly lingered in Sylvia’s ears.

“Mom…”

Silvia touched her forehead and dropped her butt to the floor.

The voice mingled with the exhaled sighs rattled like mad.

My throat, or my whole body, felt as if it were convulsing in shock.

Sylvia grabbed the letter and crumpled it.

‘My older sister had an adventure too.’

It reminded me of what Ash once said.

Sylvia clutched her hair and prostrated herself on the floor filled with the stench of rotting corpses.

ah.

Maria…

The little brother you were talking about…

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