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

91 – Reunion (4)

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From a very young age, Sylvia’s life was filled with struggles she never wanted.

The numerous competitions and battles that had never disappeared from her life naturally brought upon her many devastating storms, and the times of pain that tore through her ceaselessly made it difficult for even her strong body to endure. It was a burden.

Even before her façade of being a warrior was put on her, she was always calm on the outside, but on the inside she was always stumbling and wavering.

However, she eventually bowed down and accepted her own fate.

Effort and sacrifice. Sorrow and suffering.

Although she never wanted it or allowed it, she accepted the heavy burden that had been placed on her shoulders for some time with a feeling close to giving up, and thought that this was her fate, and she worked hard to keep it from her. She swallowed the resentment welling up in her throat.

No matter how overwhelmingly powerful she was as a dragon, the battle for her life was always fearful, so she wanted to run away again and again, but she held back every moment, gritting her teeth. Paid it

She embarked on a journey to save her world as a warrior.

However, after losing her precious companions, losing her best friend, and causing the deaths of all the villagers who tried to show her kindness to her wounded self, she no longer knows how to be herself. I didn’t want to accept my fate.

I wanted to die.

However, just as Sylvia was never given the opportunity to choose her fate, this time too she was deprived of the opportunity to run away.

This bastard named Fate wanted to torment Sylvia so much that he would not let her escape with her death.

After dozens, perhaps hundreds, of suicide attempts, she once again accepted her fate with a sigh.

She accepted, writhing with goosebumps that sprouted like needles, that her efforts, sacrifices, sorrows and hardships she had to pay for were not over yet, and that she might never be over.

The terrible memories that make me vomit just thinking about them and the worst future that brings tears to my eyes just by anticipating them do not disappear as if engraved in my vision.

She smiled miserably, nodded her head like a broken machine, and calmly waited for her death in the prison of the forest.

That was the ending that her hero Sylvia met after her great adventure, and the future that was to come to her.

Until Ash came.

“…”

Sylvia looked back on her life for a moment.

Hell,

It was a life that could not be explained in any other words than those she knew.

However, in all her life, nothing had ever caused her this level of precarious anxiety.

In the dark of night, Sylvia thought that with all her heart as she looked at the woman who came to see Ash again.

Although they were quite far away to hide her body, Sylvia’s sensitive ears were able to detect that the two were talking.

I couldn’t hear the conversation, but the sound of something mumbling continued for a long time.

What is happening?

What kind of conversation are we having?

The feeling of wanting to get closer and eavesdrop and the feeling of not wanting to hear the two people having a happy conversation clashed fiercely in Sylvia’s head.

They collided so violently that the heat radiating from the friction between the two worries made her face turn bright red.

The heat turned into anger, but that anger did not bring courage.

Suddenly, the chattering voices stopped.

Sylvia opened her bloodshot eyes and listened.

Perhaps, you can hear the sound of love between a man and a woman.

If you hear it, what should you do?

Should I kill him?

Who?

Ash?

Sylvia shook her head, denying the thoughts that popped into her head.

It was impossible for her to harm Ash with her hands.

She couldn’t live without Ash anymore, she realized with a numbness in her bones during the time he was gone.

The days when I constantly chased death with an immortal body.

It could not be considered life.

It was something that not even hell could become.

In that case, you should kill that woman.

But, for the same reason she couldn’t kill Ash, she couldn’t kill him right in front of Ash’s eyes.

She didn’t want Ash to freak out and run away, she didn’t want Ash to know what she had done.

Sylvia slowly caught her breath.

Like a marble carved into the shape of a person, she stayed there and waited for morning to come.

In the morning, I heard someone talking again.

Sylvia took a slow, deep breath.

After a while, the moment the woman finished the conversation and walked out of the cabin and left the lakeside, Sylvia also began to slowly move her body.

Watching the woman enter the forest, Sylvia carefully followed her.

And, as soon as she found him, he cut her throat.

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“I didn’t know I could smell her blood.”

Sylvia muttered to herself as she stroked Ash’s sleeping hair with her fingertips as if combing it.

She cut off the head of the lewd woman who was flirting with Ash before the sun even peaked, but it was night when Sylvia came to the cabin.

Since it was her first time meeting Ash in a long time, she wanted to look pretty, so she was late because she was busy grooming herself.

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Even though she was covered in the blood and intestines of monsters while Ash was away, she didn’t care at all, so Sylvia looked like a ghost.

As the location where the woman’s head was cut was also in Millwood Village, Sylvia followed the familiar scenery to the river, took a bath, and washed her clothes.

I washed away the stench from her body into the river and wiped away the blood from her clothes as much as I could.

Perhaps because it was cold, she waited for her soaked clothes to dry and it was already night.

I never thought she would still smell after all that preparation.

Well, since there is no proper detergent or soap, it is inevitable that some smell will remain.

‘I smell blood on my body. ‘Aren’t you hurt somewhere?’

Sylvia smiled as she remembered what Ash had said to her.

As soon as she smelled the faint scent of blood remaining on her body, she became worried.

That kind of Ash was very lovely.

He worries about Sylvia even though he knows she is not dead.

He is a person who does not consider himself either a soldier or a warrior.

She is the only person in this world who worries that Sylvia is hurt.

A person who loves, someone who loves.

The longer we didn’t meet, the more I loved him.

“Side,”

Sylvia lightly kissed Ash’s cheek while he was sleeping.

I heard she had been repairing the roof all day. I understand that she was probably tired and falling asleep, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bit naughty about her.

If he disappears like this, will Ash think he was dreaming?

When I open my eyes in the morning, will I desperately look for myself?

A mischievous thought passed through her head for a moment, but Sylvia soon chuckled and shook her head.

She was at her limit for such pranks.

She didn’t want to get away from Ash.

“My only person, my only wealth, my only happiness.”

Sylvia gently hugged the sleeping Ash and recited in Ash’s ear the things that were important to her one by one.

“My friend, my man, my lover, my husband, my family.”

She also recited what kind of person Ash was to her one by one.

Sylvia was so moved by the warmth of Ash in her arms that her body trembled slightly.

The only thing that is important to Sylvia is now Ash.

No, nothing was precious to her from the beginning.

The only thing of value she ever had was the Ash Staff.

She was miserable and sad, but she was also very happy.

Wasn’t the reason her life had been such a mess so far to have Ash?

She reached that conclusion on her own.

Brilliant solitude, miserable happiness.

“Now, my life… Is all about Ash.”

Sylvia chanted in her quivering voice, as if her slave was making a declaration before her master, then slowly closed her eyes and brought her porcelain lips to the corner of the sleeping Ash’s mouth.

It was then.

“…”

Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes.

Her sensitive eardrums are at the lakeside.

No, she detected the sound of footsteps walking straight towards this cabin.

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Sylvia confidently opened the door of the cabin and went out before anyone called her.

Footsteps, smells, signs of presence, and presence.

She was able to immediately realize who was visiting.

Sure enough, the other person was waiting in front of the cabin, hidden in the dark.

Yesterday, and the day before yesterday

She was that shameless woman who came to visit Ash every night.

Sylvia closed the door very carefully, fearing that Ash would wake up.

‘Is he undead?’

I thought so for a moment, but it seemed not to be the case.

The head was obviously dropped, but it was still attached very well.

At the moment when Sylvia was contemplating for a moment to figure out the identity of her opponent, the woman threw something at Sylvia’s feet.

Sylvia lowered her gaze and looked at the object.

It was the skin of the deer that Sylvia had hunted yesterday.

After killing the woman, he seemed to have forgotten about her because he was so preoccupied with bathing and doing laundry.

“He left it behind.”

At that moment, the woman said that.

Speaking of words,

It was definitely not undead.

Silvia slowly opened her lips, wary of an unknown person.

“I definitely cut off his head,”

“Thanks to you, I got some air in my throat. “It was dusty.”

A calm, yet clearly hostile tone was directed at Sylvia.

It was a voice that sounded like a tiger about to pounce, issuing a low, quiet threat.

However, it was not the slightest threat to Sylvia.

No human being could give Sylvia fear.

“I didn’t know you were alive.”

Silvia, with her leisurely tone of voice, bent down and picked up her leather.

It was an act that showed off her own powerlessness and the composure that came from that powerlessness.

Even though the woman saw Sylvia bending down defenselessly, she did not rush at her.

I just gave a short answer.

“That’s what I have to say.”

“…What?”

“I never thought he was alive. “Sylvia.”

The woman called her Sylvia’s name.

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