EP.75 The Book of Tirkanjaka – Old Testament (Part 2)
The girl and her father are in trouble.
Death came as rarely as its heaviness, and among them, the kind of death where the body was left intact was even less. This is because even a corpse does not remain when it is bitten by an animal or drowned.
The only kind of death that left a corpse was death from disease, but that was also problematic. Since the villagers rushed to visit his father despite minor wounds or illnesses, quite a few illnesses did not become the cause of death.
In addition, it was the same even if he died accidentally from a serious illness. Those who followed Jimo Shingo preferred burial, but the poor, who did not have the money to bury their bodies, accepted cremation encouraged by the Holy Church. My father bit his lip in front of the burning corpses.
No matter how much it is, it is impossible to dissect a corpse that has become white clay, and it is also impossible to neglect a medical examination and leave a person to die. No body could be found in this area.
In the end, the father, who was in a hurry, decided to take a risk.
“Tyr, I’ll go a little farther today and come back.”
An obsession, now reversed, controlled him. It seemed that he would not stop until he learned all about being human.
The girl felt vaguely uneasy, but it ended in worry. Because the girl who surpassed her father was already a great healer.
“I will help too.”
“It happened. It is a long and difficult road. ”
“It’s okay. I also like walking at night. And you know what? No matter how much I walk, I never get short of breath.”
“It is a long way over two passes. Taking you along is even more conspicuous, so you should guard the house today.”
My father’s will was stubborn and reasonable. The girl immediately agreed. However, the dissatisfied expression seemed to have been revealed, and the father, who was packing his coat, smiled benevolently and said,
“Will you put a cloth on Ralion’s hooves instead? It’s a long way, so I need a mule to pull the cart today…”
It was a dark night.
My father did not leave until well after evening, as he was not allowed to be seen by the villagers. The girl sat down on the biggest rock in the village to see her father off and waited for him at the same spot.
Twinkling stars flowed across the sky. The speed at which the moon set was slow enough to cause a yawn. The girl was lost in thought as she watched the setting moon and the twinkling stars.
Dad wasn’t wrong.
A cruel disease, a cruel death. If it wasn’t for that, my mother would have been alive. Then my father would have been happy without being caught in delusion.
So it is not the father who is bad. The really evil thing is the cruel disease that made my father like this…
‘I’m sorry, Tyr.’
A gust of wind woke her up. It seems that I fell asleep. Dawn was breaking in the distance, and birds chirping in the trees.
The girl hurriedly gathered herself and looked around.
Had the night passed and father hadn’t arrived yet? If I had seen her, I would have woken her up.
No, maybe she was so exhausted that she didn’t have time to turn her eyes to the side…
The girl, looking at the corner of the street, decided to go home. If my father isn’t there yet, it’s enough when he comes back.
By the time I went back on the road and arrived at a small hut where my father and I live alone.
An ominous feeling passed through her.
A large horse was tied near the house. It was a beautiful courser twice as tall as Ralion and with a nice mane. The white saddle, which looked luxurious just by looking at it, had a cross, the seal of the Holy Church…
The moment she recognized it, the girl hurriedly ran into the house.
Bad hunches are not always wrong.
When I opened the door, there was a fishy smell of blood. Since the house was not very large, the girl could see everything at a glance as soon as she entered.
In the house are three assailants clad in cold steel armor.
And the blood dripping blade that one of them was holding.
Even my father who collapsed bleeding beneath him.
“father!”
The girl sat down next to her father with a bluish complexion. For a moment, the focus returned to the eyes of the father who was about to die.
The corners of her eyes, which had been blurry with joy for a moment, widened and were stained with surprise and fear.
“Tir… run away…”
“No! father!”
A faint voice, as if it would cut off at any moment. However, right before his death, the father pulled out all his strength and said with a bubble of blood,
“Somehow… live…. My… hope…”
“Father!”
It’s a big wound. Even if the therapist doesn’t see it, you will know that there is no hope.
can i do it I do not know. I’ve never used my strength this much against a living person.
But I had to do it. Otherwise, my father will die. The girl closed her eyes and began to exercise dominion over the flowing blood.
“Mystery. What will this girl do?”
“Leave it and go back. We are punishers, not murderers. I got everything I needed…”
The priest who muttered that, shut up at some point.
Blood runs along the girl’s fingers. The blood that gushed out of my father’s chest returned to where I should be under the girl’s guidance. Blood gushed out in empty space.
Spilled water cannot be picked up again, but blood can. The girl desperately returned her father’s blood.
“…My priest. that one.”
hook. The priest raised his hand. A heavy silence weighed down on them.
The priest spoke to the girl in a heavy tone as if the sky was pressing down.
“Little boy. What is your name?”
The girl came to her senses at the words she heard from behind. Those people are definitely the ones who came to punish my father. I will not stand still and watch what the girl does.
But if I stop here, my father will die. You can’t leave it like that. The girl desperately begged while still performing the blood work.
“It’s Ti Tyr. sorry. I won’t do it again, so please save my father…”
“Tir yes. Tyr. That’s a good name. Did your father build it for you?”
“yes yes. My father is a good man. You have helped many people. So, from now on, I will stop you…”
It was the plea of a girl with extreme filial piety. If the assailant in front of me had even a little mercy, I could have turned my steps like this.
However, the opponent is a priest. Mercy cannot permeate armor made with faith and a sense of duty.
“I cannot save your father. but.”
Poo-wook.
Without any warning, the priest’s sword dug into the girl’s chest.
What a stupid sound. The feeling of cold metal cutting through the skin.
At one point, a terrible pain followed. Pouring foam from the pierced lung, Tyr collapsed onto the floor.
the world is blurry Only the pain shakes the head. The girl’s consciousness gradually subsides.
Around this time, the girl’s memory faded.
The muttering of the priest came over the girl’s fallen body.
“I will send you to the same place as your father.”
The priest scattered the blades. Bloodstains traced the trail of the sword on the wooden floor.
That was the last thing the girl remembered when she was alive.
“I will reflect. Unnecessary sympathy almost ruined my job.”
“Do you purify? Shall I bring a torch?”
“no. We must engrave a warning. Let’s dig up the body under the building and leave.”
“yes. priest.”
“It was dangerous. There was a seed of a demon in a place like this…”
“Sir, my arm is sore today… Kyaaah!”
“It’s murder! It’s murder! The teacher is dead! Tyrdo!”
“uh? dead body?”
“Wait, this is the lady who passed away last month…”
“Here! A bunch of other corpses…!”
“It’s no wonder that graves have been dug up these days, sir, no, this devil…”
“The devil…”
“He’s been punished by God…”
“It’s ominous. Don’t let anyone come…”
“…”
“Tsk tsk. No matter how much they committed the mortal sin of insulting the graves of the dead, isn’t it a pity that they cannot go back to their bodies and sins since they all came from the earth? As a worshiper of the Earth Mother, I can’t just leave it like this and let it be cursed.”
“Father and daughter are facing each other until they die. They must have been a kind family to each other. Huu, let’s have a funeral after a long time.”
“good. buried everything Whoa. It’s been a long time since I’ve used my strength, so it’s hard.”
“Please be at ease in the arms of the Mother Goddess.”
however.
The priest who stabbed the girl’s heart.
Even the villagers who neglected them.
Even the burial who buried the girl with her father.
I didn’t notice it at all.
That the girl who had been stabbed in the heart hadn’t died yet despite the wound.
It was a time of perseverance. The girl desperately continued her life in the grave without even knowing why she had to live. Even as she watched her father’s corpse rot in front of her eyes, the girl couldn’t let go of her life.
Could it be because of a word left by his father? Or is it just a primal instinct?
Holding on to the blood that was about to flow out of her body, the girl stubbornly pushed back the approaching death.
‘It’s dark…’
Of course, it has to be dark. He lies in a coffin alongside his father, buried under the ground. It has been so in the past and it will be so in the future.
If so, do you need color? A pigment created to block light?
Not required. erase all colors
‘hungry.’
The only thing to eat is my father in front of me…
It gives me goosebumps. eat? father’s corpse? It can’t be. Even so, the hunger for immorality and cannibalism is savage.
It would be much better not to feel hunger.
‘I’m thirsty…’
If there is no hunger, do you need saliva? Do I need tears when I have nothing to lose?
These are all things you don’t need. throw it away
‘It hurts…’
Why should I feel the pain? As some old philosopher said, isn’t suffering proof of being alive? If so, pain is meaningless for a girl who has already lost her life.
The pain that pursues and torments oneself until the end is brutal. should be thrown away
No color needed. Erase it.
I don’t need any desire. cut it off
no need for tears empty it
no need for pain scrape it off
In this way, the girl endured the years of perseverance by lying side by side with the blood she had and the traces of life flowing from her father’s body.
In the meantime, blood manipulation reached its peak day by day.
All activities for survival stopped and only blood moved to keep the body together. The girl who once ran a family relentlessly became a bloodless and tearless collector for her body.
A girl who threw away everything she didn’t need and slowly came to control each vein on her fingertips and toes.
She gradually expanded her range and obtained all the blood scattered on the ground.
At some point, I opened the lid of the coffin and came out into the world.
“iced coffee.”
A dry murmur passed. I thought I forgot the words because I didn’t use them for a long time, but even though I threw away everything else, the language seems to still be there.
It was dark everywhere, but the girl’s eyes were accustomed to the darkness. It was the result of living in darkness every day.
When the girl woke up, many things had changed.
village too.
the world too.
people too.
The only thing that hasn’t changed is the girl…
Or maybe that’s the biggest difference.
A lot of things were thrown away, but there were still some things left. Refined anger that burns coldly. It was a feeling she could not forget for an eternity thanks to the corpse of her father who remained in front of her eyes.
The girl moved her blood and made her body walk. It was an awkward step, like a puppet being controlled, but I got used to it in a relatively short time.
As she walked down the road with no destination but only a purpose, the girl repeated her karma.
The Celestial Apostles would take away as much as she had lost.
– such a story.
The girl gathered the discarded things together and forged them. Memories of endurance that were too old and too painful to be forgotten. The time spent facing his father’s corpse and removing his body one by one was collected and put on a single card.
Magic is the manifestation of one’s world. The girl made a keepsake, remembering herself who disappeared 1200 years ago.
The red heart drawn on the white card shone bloody.
The girl stabbed a red card into the girl’s chest. Endlessly painful and tender.
He smiled faintly and disappeared.
