Editor: sleepchaser, con
“Who are you?” I asked. There was an unknown person in the darkness. In the space around me, I couldn’t discern what was up or down, left or right, but that person’s existence was clear.
Ohh, Sigmund. You sure are pitiful, dying as a virgin.
“Who are you?”
I don’t remember raising the kind of child who would ask his parents something like this.
“…It’s because you are speaking strangely, Father.”
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“Did I die?”
You have indeed used your last life. If not, you wouldn’t be here.
I had been careful using the lives my father had given me. I lost them in the final fierce battle, exchanging them for some irreplaceable things. I had no regrets, even as I took my last breath.
But no matter how much I had told him so, Father wouldn’t believe me.
That weapon that you sacrificed yourself to destroy has in fact been successfully obliterated. In my opinion, it would have been better to just erase its existence. As a living creature, it had been completely distorted. Was it worth it to save him, even at the cost of your own life?
“I couldn’t just leave it as it was. It was also a victim, in a sense. If I had not let it die as a living creature, it would have taken even more lives before it was completely destroyed.”
Someone had told me the same thing before. Was it the lieutenant or my teacher?
I pushed the last burden off to Father. That weapon that had wished for death should be in Father’s washroom now. Father had complained it would take a long time to purify the soul to a brand new state.
Then, are you saying that you don’t have any regrets? Not even one?
“Regrets…” I placed my hand over my heart, trying to feel for anything inside. There, I found something that spread like a stain. “The frail one that I had left in the forest of my hometown, were they safe?”
I recalled the calm and beautiful mountain I had called my home until I was 25.
In that place, there was only one animal that would stay close to me without any fear. A warm little creature. Other animals would pretend that they were dead when I approached, or just kept trembling. My chest ached when I saw them act like that.
It’s okay, it safely lived through its natural life span. A long time had passed since you left the world. That little animal’s soul had been washed clean and sent to another world.
I let out a breath, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “That’s a relief. Knowing that, I don’t have any regrets anymore.”
Hmm. It seems like your care for that creature comes from the very depths of your heart. I didn’t realize you had cherished it so much. Does that little animal have a name?
You didn’t give it a name?
I see, so that one syllable is its name, huh? Your naming sense is devastating. Ask another person to do the naming in the next world. You should at least consider it.
“I understand. By the way, what do you mean by ‘the next world,’ Father?”