Chapter 251. Third ending spoiler (1)
‘What is this?’
Lloyd opened his eyes wide.
No, I tried to open it up, but failed.
It was natural.
Because you’re watching ending spoilers.
It’s because he’s only conscious in his body at the time of the future ending.
In other words, he could not move his future body according to his will.
First-person, but thorough observer point of view.
From such a position, he looked at his future spectacle.
where his gaze lands.
There was an old note there.
However, the cover of the note was unusual.
On the cover was the phrase ‘The Records of Lloyd Frontera’.
I mean, it was a diary.
‘I’m writing a diary?’
My head tilted inwardly.
He had no habit of writing a diary.
The only exceptions were the diary I used as homework in elementary school or the diary I was forced to write in the military.
‘That’s still the case. I don’t keep a diary.’
How did you get into the habit of writing a diary for your future self?
How well did he listen to that habit, so he is writing a diary even at the moment of his death?
‘It’s not bad though.’
Lloyd laughed.
At first, it was a bit unexpected, so it was hot.
But thinking back on it, it wasn’t that bad.
No, I quite liked it.
‘If the life I’ve spent so far has been so idle and like honey, I wouldn’t have written the whole diary.’
I was bored.
It was boring.
It was such a peaceful and level life.
Without doing so, there is no way he would have developed the habit of writing in a diary.
When I thought that way, I felt relieved.
But next moment.
A faint crack formed in his relieved heart.
It was from my future self coughing.
“…Cool look! Cool!”
Pipit!
A violent cough broke out.
A few drops of dark red blood splashed on the diary.
My future self raised a trembling hand.
I wiped the blood from my diary with a sleeve full of soup.
‘uh? for a moment.’
Lloyd was heartbroken.
‘Why are the sleeves like that?’
His gaze moved to the sleeve that wiped the blood from the diary.
It was an old shirt.
The sleeves were originally brightly colored.
But when was the last time you sucked?
It was all dark and full of yellow stains.
Besides, it was all over.
The button didn’t even look off.
‘what. I lived a peaceful life, but why are my clothes like that?’
Something is strange.
My heart thumped.
I want to believe it won’t.
I felt a sense of uncontrollable anxiety.
His gaze became urgent.
‘for a moment. Then what about my hand?’
Suddenly, he remembered the ending spoilers from the last two times.
Every time I write an ending spoiler, I borrow my future self’s perspective and take a look around.
I couldn’t see myself properly unless I looked in the mirror.
So, the easiest way to find out your future self’s age was to look at your hands.
‘What about your hands?’
His gaze moved to the back of his hand, uncovered under his sleeve.
And then it stopped.
‘Wrinkles…doesn’t exist.’
It was smooth.
A little rough, but not wrinkled.
I couldn’t see the age spots that an old man would have.
‘Then it’s not like you’re dying of old age. What the hell is this situation.’
Let’s keep watching
Let’s start by checking.
Lloyd looked at the situation with a nervous feeling.
In the meantime, my future self, who had barely stopped coughing, picked up a pen.
With trembling hands, he opened the diary.
Thanks to this, Lloyd was able to steal the records in the diary.
Sararak.
[This is the first time I write a diary voluntarily. sad. The Count had an accident. I just enjoyed horseback riding as usual. It’s been a road I’ve always enjoyed. Who would have known that the horse would jump in surprise at the weasel there? Who would have known that the Count’s neck would hit a tree branch with that sharp blade? The doctor said to wait and see, but this…I don’t know. It’s just sad.]
Sarak.
[The Count woke up after a day. He also said he couldn’t feel anything down his neck. Still, he smiled and tried to reassure everyone. that he is fine I don’t feel anything, so I don’t feel any pain. There is nothing uncomfortable about lying down. He laughed so kindly That became the Count’s will. Outside now, the Countess is crying in silence. Actually, I want to cry too. I have to go out to appease the countess.]
‘….’
what is this
Lloyd glanced at the diary in disbelief.
Meanwhile, the pages of the diary turned one after another.
[The Countess is speechless. He doesn’t say a word. You don’t even laugh You don’t even tend a flower garden. I started to pick up the trowel instead of the neglected flowers to dry up. I hope the freesia blooms beautifully this year. That’s why I hope the countess’s sadness subsides.]
Lightly.
[The freesia flower has bloomed beautifully. But the countess could not see it. It wasn’t until morning when I heard Emily’s screams that I knew something was wrong. No one knew that the restaurant where everyone once laughed happily would become the wife’s last place. It was like that until last night. Did the Countess miss the Count who left first? I need to call Julien in the royal capital. The warm mansion now feels too spacious and empty.]
Sararak.
[No reply comes from Julien. He must come so he can hold his wife’s funeral. Perhaps, rather than replying like the Count did, he was running hastily. I sent Kkomingyi, so he’ll be back soon. I hope so.]
Sarak.
[A reply came. Rather than the rain written by Miss Serazade, not by Julien. He said he wasn’t emptying the house at the time. I didn’t want to leave Julien alone. I didn’t know there would be robbers in the meantime. No, if he had gone home a little earlier, he would have found and moved Julien before it was too late. The sad news filled with self-reproach and bitterness came flying in trembling letters. dazed I can’t believe it. So, Julien, who was alone at home, was stabbed by a robber. It seems like a lie. No, I hope this is a lie.]
Sararak.
[I don’t know how I spent the past month. To be honest, I’m still in a daze. Still, with the thought of leaving a record, I force myself to pick up the pen. In the meantime, I came to the royal capital after the funeral of the Countess. Julien’s funeral was also held. Does it become numb when sad and heartbreaking things happen one after another? I don’t know. Now I think it’s strange. The successive deaths of the Countess and Julien. Is it weird that I think it’s strangely similar to the situation in Iron Blooded Knight? ominous I’m anxious.]
‘Crazy. what is this.’
Lloyd gritted his teeth.
His eyes became more busy.
Diary pages turning slowly.
I tried desperately not to miss any of the records in it.
[It seems that the ominous feeling is not an illusion. A call came from the castle. had an audience with the king. But it was strange. The movement of the king’s left arm was unnatural. After biting around, I asked indirectly. Could it be that there is something wrong with your left arm? The king smiled bitterly. It was an obvious gesture of positivity. I remembered it the moment I saw it. iron-blooded knight. The attempted assassination of the king took place in the midst of it. At that time, the severed arm of the king was on the left.]
Sararak.
[I returned to the territory after a long time. While in the royal capital, I had to calm Miss Serazade ruthlessly. Perhaps it was because I had a feeling that if my ominous predictions were correct, something would surely happen to Miss Serazade as well. May no misfortune befall her. Please, I hope my hunch is wrong.]
Sarak.
[My heart sinks. Shiloh and Meatloaf. The moneylenders who owed our family. I heard today that the two were murdered. At the end of a minor quarrel, he was stabbed in the neck. The moment I heard the news, my heart sank. The count couple, Julien and the two moneylenders. Aren’t they all the ones who were killed in the beginning of the Knight of Iron Blood?]
Sararak.
[I have been nervous for several months. Fortunately, there have been no incidents or accidents so far. But my heart is devastated. Unstable. These days, I keep thinking about drinking. It shouldn’t be like this.]
Sarak.
[War broke out in the South. It’s not a big war, it’s a local war. Well it’s not something I’m worried about I need to send a letter to Miss Serazade. How would it be if we came here to stay?]
Sararak.
[No reply from Miss Serazade. Something is strange. No, I am anxious.]
Sarak.
[The news of Miss Serazade has arrived. It’s a warrior notice. Only after receiving it did I know the whole story. As soon as the war with the South broke out, she volunteered. Was it to relieve the resentment of losing Julien? They made an unreasonable charge at the head of the assault force. It is said that he fought hard while being isolated deep in enemy lines. It is said that this was her last appearance. now…I don’t know. These are the people whose fates changed as I lived hard here. So those who escaped death. They are leaving one by one.]
‘Crazy.’
Lloyd shuddered.
The diary went on and on.
In the meantime, I was able to keep looking at the sad news that my future self had received.
Sultan fell to his death in an accident during an event.
Orc Arosh was seriously injured while hunting and became a vegan.
The Lady of Namaran, who ruled the Namaran Territory, also suffered an accident.
He died instantly when he was crushed by a sliding carriage on a steep city driveway.
‘What is this? It’s not a joke of fate.’
It was absurd.
But that’s what really happened.
It was unbelievable and absurd, yet terrifying.
It was because the commonality of those incidents was visible.
‘These are the characters who died or suffered a major accident in the Iron Blooded Knights. However, because I came here, they are also people whose fates have changed and survived.’
However, all of them had suffered accidents and deaths similar to the original.
‘Then what about me?’
Suddenly, I remembered the last time Lloyd Frontera was beaten in Iron Blooded Knight.
Due to frequent binge drinking, he became seriously ill.
He died vomiting blood in an alcove of a tavern.
‘no way.’
The diary turned to the last page before I knew it.
Looking at the blank page, Lloyd was nervous.
In the meantime, my future self finally moved the pen.
With terribly trembling hands.
In a pitifully distorted handwriting.
I struggled to fill in the last blank page.
[I don’t know anymore. how did this happen Shouldn’t have been drinking No, no one could protect you. that it was so painful just now…I want to rest. I don’t even know how to suck honey anymore. two lives? They say it’s real Even though I wrote it a few days ago, it ended up like this. It’s just hard. Tired and exhausted. I wonder if fate was something I couldn’t go against in the end. what this is all about i really….]
That was the moment.
“…Cool! Gagging! Big! Come on!”
His body convulsed violently as he struggled with the pen.
He coughed painfully as if he would spit out his soul.
Then he vomited something.
Smack!
‘…!’
It was blood.
A bowl of dark red blood spurted out.
The diary I was writing in was completely covered.
Quadang!
The whole chair fell over.
Finally, I saw the scenery inside the room.
It was a familiar place.
The 2nd floor of the estate bar.
old alcove.
“Mr. Lloyd!”
someone who jumps in late.
Clear silver hair that can be seen even through blurry vision.
“Harvey…L.”
A hand hurriedly examining this side.
that was the last one
…Hwaaak!
The world went dark before my eyes.
It feels like your entire body is floating in midair.
And Lloyd opened his eyes.
“….”
softly.
The curtains suspended in the air swayed in the night breeze.
Lloyd’s whole body trembled at that sign.
I realized it only when I looked back at the window.
‘You’re back.’
Ending spoiler is over.
Before he knew it, he had returned to the present moment in the mansion’s bedroom.
But even so, the beating heart did not subside.
‘What did I just see?’
I couldn’t believe it.
But I had to believe it.
Until now, an ending spoiler has never lied.
The attack of locusts caused by the monster domino phenomenon.
There was also a cholera outbreak among the refugees.
I was able to block all of them thanks to the ending spoilers.
So again?
It won’t be a lie.
Lloyd’s eyes darkened.
‘It certainly wasn’t an accidental accident.’
He sat on the bed, trying to calm his rapid breathing.
On the one hand, I sorted out in my head the series of events I had peeked through the future diary a while ago.
‘The day the Count was seriously injured in an accident while riding. I only saw it at first glance, but it was about three years later.’
That was the start of the incident.
At first I thought it was a coincidence.
I thought it was just an unfortunate accident.
However, looking at the future diary, that was not the case.
‘It can’t be a coincidence. It’s too boring for a coincidence. They should have died in Iron Blooded Knight, but only those who didn’t die because of me chose to die.’
Even the form of death was strangely similar to that of the original work.
Such was the case with King Alicia, who did not die but suffered paralysis of an arm of unknown origin.
‘The arm that was cut off in the original work is paralyzed instead of being cut off here.’
Then the arm will be attached, but it will be as good as having been cut off.
Especially for a king who is a sword master.
Besides, what about you?
‘As I went through such incidents, I found alcohol in my depression. getting sick In the end, in the alcove of a tavern as a lung….’
He vomited up a bowl of blood and died.
In the end, he will meet a death similar to that of Lloyd Frontera in the original work.
‘Wow. What kind of crazy.’
Nausea came out of nowhere.
Is it a joke of fate?
Or is it that you can never defy fate?
So, maybe this is a really unanswerable question?
‘No, it’s not like that.’
Lloyd shook his head.
a joke of fate.
Whether it’s a reality that can’t go against fate.
At first, I thought I should do something.
It was because it was too unfair to give up.
‘of course! How hard I’ve lived until now!’
It was only now that all the honey pots were piled up one after another.
For the rest of my life, I was able to hug the jar of honey and roll around happily.
But to go through such incidents.
I hated that.
What if that ending is the end of this scenario?
I wanted to grab the writer who wrote this kind of story by the collar and throw him away.
So it was.
‘There must be a cause for that opening scene incident. fate or whatever. There must be a way to change or block it.’
he was worried
most simply?
There must have been a way to prevent an accident while riding the Count, which is the starting point of everything.
But soon he shook his head.
‘no. No matter how you look at it, I don’t think it was just an unfortunate accident. so that’s not okay Even if you prevent that accident, the Count will have an accident in another form. Then, in the end, similar misfortunes will happen one after another.’
What if those accidents happened at the cost of defying fate?
So what if fate exerts its power to bring events here back to the original story?
I thought that it would not be possible to simply prevent an accident that would happen immediately.
‘Of course, it could be a really simple accident. But what if that’s not the case? So, what if you are complacently not prepared and then face a situation without any countermeasures? Then that’s it. I can’t just sit on my hands. We have to assume the worst and find the root cause.’
Lloyd concluded so.
Then the answer is simple.
The cause must be found.
‘There’s not much time left.’
Lloyd jumped up.
I went out into the hallway of the mansion at midnight.
At the same time, he intuition bit by bit.
What if the journey so far was to overcome the family crisis?
From now on, I had a feeling that the journey to face the fate that I had changed would unfold.
But even so, he was not intimidated.
‘What should I do?’
You can’t avoid it anyway.
Like the murderous amount of assignments the professor ruthlessly gave.
Just like the days in the past when I had to earn living expenses while doing the assignment.
if it is unavoidable.
So if that’s what you have to do.
‘Let’s start by cutting down on sleep.’
He chose the simplest and most standard response he had taken in difficult times in the past.
What if you have to do an assignment but don’t have enough time?
In the meantime, you have to run part-time job, but what if you don’t have enough time?
There is only one answer.
reduce your sleep
If you stay up all night, you create time that doesn’t exist.
It was from that day.
Just like the days I lived desperately in the past.
Lloyd started to stay up all night in the study of the mansion.
Of course, I didn’t forget to grumble.
‘Oh! If only the internet was here!’
The shitty end of the future that he peeked through as an ending spoiler.
The effort of searching for data to get a clue to change it continued.
