Chapter 232

Episode 232: Full of Pain (5)

“Don’t you regret it?”

I raised my head in response to Kim Tae-gyun’s question. Perhaps because he realized the meaning, he belatedly added the subject he had omitted.

“I decided to sponsor you.”

In his hand is a cigarette that has not yet been lit.

“Put away your cigarette.”

“huh? why?”

“You said you quit smoking.”

“...You were wondering if you should ban smoking in group rooms, but are you really going to do it?”

“Then it must be real or fake?”

Kim Tae-gyun gaped at my words. It wasn’t something I couldn’t understand. Until recently, I was a pack-a-day smoker. Six months ago, I smoked two packs a day, sometimes three packs a day.

“Since when?”

“A month ago?”

“No, you’re crazy. really?”

But is there anything more certain than quitting smoking to give you the feeling of starting life anew? That was the reason why I suddenly quit smoking, and it was also the driving force that made me persevere until now.

I took the cigarette out of Kim Tae-gyun’s dumbfounded hand and gave him a carrot stick instead. Kim Tae-gyun, who had suddenly picked up an orange vegetable, made a disappointed face.

“Can I quit overnight?”

“I heard it works.”

Actually, I’m itching a lot. However, how can a person say that he will quit smoking and then start smoking again?

My father even personally gives me carrot sticks every day.

“You crazy bastard....”

“Don’t do that, you too, quit smoking right now. “You are the only one among us who smokes.”

“No, how do you do that? “People who can quit smoking are weird!”

“What is he saying now. “Maybe you’re just impatient.”

I wrapped the crushed cigarette with a piece of tissue I was carrying and then put a carrot stick in my mouth. It was good as a substitute for cigarettes or as a treat to chew.

“You really are a crazy bastard...”

Kim Tae-gyun saw that and ended up putting a carrot stick in his mouth. “Is this delicious?” I think about this every time, but I think it’s funny that a person who is crazy about tea leaves hates vegetables.

“I don’t regret it.”

Also, about sponsorship... At first, I wondered if this was right, but now I am convinced. I won’t regret this.

“Even though you were in so much pain?”

Kim Tae-gyun, who had stopped, turned his head in another direction and asked as if he were spitting out. I kept my head down, even though I knew he couldn’t see.

“Yes, even though it was painful.”

“Fuck, fuck. “You really are...”

Misread, misread. The carrot stick crumbled into small pieces and disappeared in my mouth.

“You’re such a bastard.”

“I know.”

“Who cares about the child of the perpetrator... and the victim...”

“But that child was too young to be left alone.”

“The rest of my family will take good care of me!”

“They said there isn’t any. I found out everything. “Except for his father, who went to prison, he has no family.”

And I was the one who sent her only family member to prison. It was my parents who worked hard to ensure that I received the highest possible prison sentence without an agreement.

“Why the fuck are you recognizing that!”

“I know. “Why did you look into it?”

Actually, I’m not very sorry about not reaching an agreement.

In the end, it was his own karma that caused that person to be sentenced to prison. I can only think that serving the maximum sentence is perhaps an insufficient compensation for having shattered my dreams and thrown my entire life into the mud.

“...There are many other children. There are a lot of children left alone, either because their parents died or because they went to prison. But why him? “Why, why, the bastard who did that damn thing to you...”

But what about the bastard who was left behind like that? What about that child who now has to live alone?

What kind of crime is that kid who had no choice but to depend on that person, who is also family?

“But I saw it.”

There is no reason for me to take responsibility. know. It’s not my fault that she became like that, and I have no obligation to embrace her. Because I’m just a victim.

But...

“I already... knew of its existence.”

But yeah. I can’t help but feel that way.

That really can’t be helped.

“How can you ignore that?”

It really can’t be helped that I am a person who cannot be happy while bearing the misfortune of others.

“idiot.”

“know.”

“You bastard.”

“It’s a bit like that.”

“...You really don’t regret it?”

“huh.”

So I laughed at my vague friend.

“I learned from you how precious free devotion is and how desperately an extended hand is needed in the most difficult times. “How can I regret having learned that?”

Or, I smiled at the person peering into my memories.

“I’m awake!”

“...Uh huh?”

I moved my head to scratch my itchy neck. I was sure there was something stuck in my throat. Every time my shoulder and cheek touched, something hard got stuck in my neck. I was out of breath.

Clap!

“lily!?”

It tickles. It’s more suffocating than that. stuffy. It’s frustrating. Someone help me solve this. I don’t need anything else, so please at least give me the neck...

Shake it off!

“lily!”

Would it have been better if my hands were free? However, it is impossible to even touch the neck with your hands.

I turned my head this way and that, wriggled my body, and then fell forward.

Sigh. As the dull pain hit my shoulder and head, the sound of metal echoing dizzyingly.

“Damn it! lily! Can you hear me!?”

“What is it? “Why are you doing that?”

no. I don’t like it. This is real.

I’m suffocating.

“Sleep@#$% heat#[email protected]#$&$!”

“#@$^! Come on @[email protected]%*$!”

“#*%&@#[email protected]#&%!!”

“@@#*@#&@&[email protected]%!”

Sigh. Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

“@#$%&%%^#$!”

“#$^&[email protected]#@!”

“#@%&$^#$─!”

I shivered in helplessness. I had trouble breathing. I need to rest through my nose, but my nose is obviously not clogged...

I feel like I’m choking.

“#@%^%$#$!”

One of the dozens of sounds that had been going back and forth in the meantime got closer. Something was pressing down on my body. hate. I moved my body to shake it off. But there were several hands, and one of them grabbed my neck.

Crash.

Something hanging around my neck disappeared. at las.

“Pool$%#@.”

“Don’t#@%%@#$.”

Additionally, the pressure that had been tightening around my mouth disappeared. “*@#@#.” An unintelligible voice made me stand up. My throat was still itchy.

“Da#@%^nim! danger...!”

“#@%^%$. Is @%%@#$ dangerous@%%@#$ me? I’m only panic%&$^#$ #$%&%%^#$. “You are #$%&%.”

“#$%.”

I can breathe again. But it’s still stuffy. I think there’s something there.

I tried to rub my neck against his shoulder, trying to find something I didn’t know was there. Suddenly! But before that was successful, the feeling that was binding my arms first disappeared.

My hands quickly went to my throat.

“%%^#$.”

“%&$^#$.”

It tickles. It was itchy...

I peeled off the bandage with my fingertips and scratched my neck. Even though the metal lump in my throat was already gone, it was strangely difficult to breathe. It seems like something is still there. Tickle.

“Tsk. @%%@#$knew @%%@#$?”

“...Like this@% Sim#[email protected]^$.”

“#@$ and say$#^.”

“Well, it’s similar^$#@ so it would be better #@$% not to $%^#?”

“#@It’s like #@$%@# on my neck#@$%.”

“Gam#@$yajo. $#@^@# Wrong#[email protected]# @#$%There are more people. @#$India #[email protected]^ That side has more power than #[email protected]# Cell &^$$#.”

Crackling. Suddenly, hot liquid touched my fingertips. Still, it was frustrating. I felt like if all the skin came off, it would prove that there was nothing. I made my nails stronger.

It wasn’t until the blood had wetted most of my fingers that the itchiness went away.

“It would be better not to touch your neck with....”

It was around that time that I could properly hear the voices of people around me. I concentrated for a moment to understand the words I heard through the tinnitus. touching. better. There were two words I found.

“I am Nari.”

It was a little better after that. As I focused on the words, I realized that the owner of the voice was very familiar.

You were alive.

“I’m not going to take off the blindfold....”

Bleep. The voice heard through the tinnitus is quite cautious. A faint trace reached the corner of my eye. Grumbling. The hem of the cloth that was covering my eyes went down.

“lily.”

Then, behind the emaciated Deathbringer, soldiers with weapons and Inquisitors appeared. There were priests, wizards, and knights.

But everyone was terrified.

“I’m fine....”

“How many did you kill?”

That sight gave me a realization that was close to certainty.

“How many have I killed?”

I guess I have to die here.