263. To kill him (7)
If he died, I told him to at least bring me his body, but since so much time has passed, even that seems far-fetched.
I guess it’s time for me to bury my younger brother in my heart. I put aside my bitter feelings and looked up, which had been downcast for some time.
‘Rather than that, after this is over, I have to go back and have another class with Mr. Lee Ram…’ There
was nothing left to teach.
I remember that all the concepts were taught and only detailed adjustments remained. I taught almost everything. As long as I give an example and warn you not to use it in the wrong place… hmm?
Paul, who was concentrating on his thoughts as he changed direction, noticed a familiar face among the gradually decreasing number of people and stopped.
“That kid…”
“…Chief?”
“….”
“Paul?”
I heard the escorts calling for me nearby, but I couldn’t answer.
As if I had become an idiot, my mind focuses on only one thing and pushes everything else out of the scope of awareness. Paul took a step forward with a dazed expression, as if he were possessed.
‘…Are you sure.’
Although time has passed and it has grown a little, I can’t recognize it. My confidence was strong as I habitually recalled the face.
A little boy standing expressionless with an aura that doesn’t suit a child. It feels like it’s heavier than before, but that kid is definitely my younger brother.
“Shiia….”
One step. And one more step. He went towards the child.
I turned too far just to see one face. How long did it take?
People around him seem to be nervous about his sudden actions and urge him to step back for his own safety. I ignored it and went about four steps.
“Chief!”
Someone yanked his arm. And at the same time, Quaaaa!!
There was a loud noise. A red flame flickers in one corner of my vision, followed by a rush of hot wind. It should have been cool because it was the end of summer, but the heat was hotter than mid-summer, so the escort holding the pole quickly backed away.
“De-se.”
…There was a spy.
The guy who threw the bomb in the middle of the crowd grinned at those running to catch him. Without hesitation, he took off his coat and threw it away, leaving those who hesitated due to ominous feelings.
“…!”
“Crazy guy…!”
There were bombs hanging from his body.
Some of the revolutionary troops hold back the reserve members while others keep them in check. After seeing one person report the situation, Howie hurriedly urged Paul to carry out his duties.
“Let’s leave right now.”
“Oh no, wait a minute…!”
“You are the core of the revolutionary army. You must not die.”
“but…!”
There’s my younger brother…!
In order to keep the leader a top priority, the guards push him back. Paul, who was trying to hold on as much as possible despite being helplessly pushed around, impulsively shouted out his younger brother’s name, feeling that he would never see him again if they were separated like this.
“Shiia!!”
“…!”
When quietly escaping isn’t enough, what is this?…
The guards are startled and one child’s head turns around in search of the source. Shiia’s complexion brightened as she found a familiar face among the large men.
“pole!!”
That shout, that voice. That’s my brother. But…
Paul’s face was contorted with complex emotions, as if he was smiling or crying.
Shiia smiles brightly and runs toward me. The guards blocked the way, saying it was dangerous, but they pushed them aside and accepted the child with open arms.
“It’s okay. He’s my little brother.”
“….”
“Ah, but I think it would be better for you to step back.”
With one hand, I held on as if I was hugging a child, and with the other hand, I grabbed something attached to my back.
“This kid is wearing a bomb.”
“…yes?”
“I’m sorry. As the head, I have to judge, but I couldn’t.”
But I don’t regret it.
Paul strengthened the arm holding Sia. To minimize the scope of the explosion, hold the child in your arms as much as possible. and.
Pow!!
I heard the sound of life being extinguished.
….
‘Actually.’
I knew it was dangerous. I also knew it was suspicious. Because the timing was so elaborate.
I don’t know who was behind it, but they were probably planning to draw attention to someone else and then send Shiia here to deal with it. In a chaotic situation, a child will be pushed back in the list of people to watch out for.
I knew it, but… how could I shake it off?
I haven’t seen you in a long time, and you come running towards me with a bright smile, as if I see you once a year or not.
‘Yes, Siia.’
Paul smiled and whispered.
‘You didn’t want me to cry for you.’
***
There are unspoken rules in the slums.
Rules created to somehow keep one’s sanity and survive in a difficult life.
[Be friendly, but don’t be affectionate.]
***
I’m trash. Even if I die, I probably won’t see anything good. Shiia mocked herself.
It’s too late. When I came to my senses, I had gotten caught up in a daze and had signed a contract to summon a demon. Who would have guessed that what they did without knowing what to do was an attempt to summon a demon?
It was too late to turn back, so I let go of everything and was swayed wherever I could. I thought it would be better to die, but there was someone who bothered me about that.
Then, when she received orders for her final mission…
[To die with the leader of the revolutionary army?]
[Yes.]
[Who is the leader of the revolutionary army?]
[Paul.]
[…!]
She was surprised, but she did not refuse. .
‘Because Paul is the only person who will cry when I die.’
I am trash. No one should cry when someone dies.
Paul is secretly weak-hearted, so he will definitely cry if I die. If he remains missing like he is now, he won’t give up and will continue to search for him. Because I can’t let you go through such wasted effort and heartache.
So I willingly kicked the bomb and rushed at Paul. Before running in, he secretly turned the bomb he was wearing on his stomach and put it on his back, but he did it anyway.
‘Look, Paul. I’m such a naughty child.’
Since he’s not worth crying over, let’s just assume he died well and take it easy.
‘Thank you for taking care of me so that I didn’t die.’
When I think about it, he always extended a helping hand to me. Even though I didn’t want it and it actually offended me.
I haven’t seen your face properly since Salvation Church, but I thought you wouldn’t know. At first glance, it seemed irregular, but in the end, food came in steadily so that I wouldn’t starve to death. Strangely enough, there were no dangers such as robbery.
I ran towards him, swallowing the greeting I couldn’t say. Paul smiles and hugs her willingly. I feel a hand touch my back under my outer clothing and my fist is clenched as if I were going to blow off a bomb. I felt my arms shaking as if I was trying hard.
Then, as if he sensed that it was impossible to tear it off, he spun it around and brought it to his stomach. He grabbed the small body that was startled and tried to retreat and held it in his arms.
The arms that hold me stably ask questions.
Did you think I didn’t know?
“No sleep…!”
A confused voice came out.
No… no. This wasn’t the plan. Although Paul’s injury was factored into the plan, his death was not even thought about.
I just wanted it to end with me dying. This is what I wanted…
“It’s okay.”
Perhaps it was an illusion, but I heard a voice that seemed to be whispering.
The moment I stopped, I burst into laughter!!
There was an explosion.
….
Paul laughed as he hugged his younger brother who was trying to push him away before he died.
are you okay. My death is solely my fault. You don’t have to feel guilty if I die.
This is a correction made by the head of the revolutionary army who made a momentary wrong decision, and it is a judgment made as a person who cares about his younger brother, Shiia.
If he only gave up this one life in return for his wrong judgment, it would have been cheap, and more than anything, it was an action he did because he had no confidence in living sanely if Shiia died in front of his eyes.
Although we are not related by blood, they are my only family.
Ever since I heard the news of her disappearance, I have been looking for her. Even when I tentatively thought he was dead, I couldn’t even bury it in my heart and held onto it for a long time.
A child like that suddenly appears and dies before your eyes? It was naive of Shiia to think that she could live a sane life even after witnessing it herself.
The bomb was wrapped tightly around her back. It is impossible to tear it off.
If things continue like this, she will definitely die and the people around her will also suffer greatly. I will also suffer quite a few injuries. But you will survive.
In that case, it would be better to turn the bomb towards me so as not to cause any damage to those around me and make sure I die as well.
So I put it into action.
‘It seems like you don’t want me to cry for you. Wouldn’t it be better if we died together?’
I smiled silently and patted the back of the embarrassed child who was trying to push me away as if he was okay.
So on this day.
Shiia died with the only person who would cry when she died.
***
Well that ended well!
The 11th Corps commander, who had successfully completed the task asked by Dan, looked back at the 2nd Corps commander with a satisfied expression.
“Thank you for the information on Develania.”
“It’s your favor…”
De’Vellania, who had stopped sending information to Deon Hart at some point, nodded roughly.
“Killing the leader of the human world’s revolutionary army… I guess it was for the sake of Mana Deon, right?”
“yes!”
“Um… Lirinel. I’m just saying this because I’m worried about you…”
Lirinel especially follows Deon Hart. Should I say that I was captivated by that ridiculous face and strength?
After thinking for a moment about whether she should say this, she looked at Lirinel as if she were looking at a child thrown into the water and spoke.
“I think it’s best not to trust Deon too much.”
***
It is said that the leader of the revolutionary army is dead.
I haven’t even done anything yet, so what happened? Deon tilted his head at the slightly embarrassing news.
“Do you know anything?”
“….”
Silence returned to the thoughtless question.
The attitude of looking away without answering tells you that there is a hidden story. Deon immediately stood up with an ominous feeling running down his spine. The chair fell back with a loud noise, but I didn’t care.
“step.”
“….”
“I think we need to talk.”
It didn’t take long for Dan to open his mouth.
They say they have built up affection and are comfortable with each other in their own way, but before that, their relationship was clearly divided between the top and bottom. Dan soon opened his mouth in response to his superior’s interrogation, and upon hearing the hidden truth, Deon became extremely angry.
Wow! Dan’s head turned after being slapped.
“Are you crazy?! Why on earth did you do something like that?!”
A shout broke out.
Even when he was angry, he always expressed it as suppressed madness or cool anger. Dan, who had been wiping the inside of his mouth with his tongue, looked up at the unfamiliar sight.
You can see red eyes burning with a mixture of anger and other emotions. The eyes were shaking slightly, like flames fluttering in the wind.
“Why are you angry?”
“…what?”
“You seemed hesitant, so I just did the work for you and got your hands dirty. If anything, you should praise me.”
It was an overly confident attitude. Deon, who was momentarily speechless, pursed his lips.
“…Who wants to replace me?”
“That’s right.”
“There was another way.”
“But you couldn’t think of a more efficient way than what I did. All you have to do is cross the final line as a human being. If you have abandoned your conscience, how can you not cross that line?”
no.
I admit that it is easy to confuse conscience with conscience in the age of war, but the difference clearly exists.
If you abandon your conscience, you become a ‘bad human being,’ but if you cross the final line that Dan mentioned, you become ‘not even human.’
“master.”
“….”
Dan looked into the eyes of Deon, who had completely closed his mouth. A creepy, quiet voice continued.
“I follow ‘Deon Hardt’, but I follow ‘Calamity’ more than that.”
