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It's getting dark.

As soon as he stamped his foot, he soared into the air and fell back to the ground. It was Duran who pushed after him. Karen was on a swing.

"I'm scared to die.”

Karen was about five years old. One of my relatives died. The funeral was attended by all relatives. As with family gatherings, it is up to a little older child to see children.

Duran was frowning as he pushed Karen's back on the swing. I wanted to sit alone and read a book. Karen, in particular, hated it. It was noisy, often crying, and never sitting still.

For Dulan, who prefers to sit alone in a corner since he was young, it was terrible to be with Karen.

"Dulan, aren't you afraid of death? If you die, you can't even see your parents. They can't breathe."

"…everyone is scared.”

"But why don't you feel all right?”

"When I live, I forget because I'm busy.”

"What's that?"

"That's how they all live."

It was the same for adults. Death comes to everyone, and there are only two ways to overcome it. Trust in God and find stability, or just forget about fear.

However, when you are scared, you can sleep or help with your work, and when you learn letters, the day goes by quickly.

Not only Karen but also the children who witnessed death have a vague fear of death. As you grow older, you forget, and when you get old, you become afraid again. There was nothing unusual about the fear of all mankind.

When children who first experience funeral halls are afraid of the vague thing of death, an ordinary mother will tell such children the reason or talk about religion.

But Karen's mother was an unusual person. Catherine talks to Duran I approached my crying daughter. Then he hugged Karen and comforted her.

"You're afraid of death? Karen, you don't have to be afraid of death. You can live forever until you want to die."

"How?"

"You and I are under the spell. You don't die until you think it's okay to die.”

Karen asked Catherine back with her eyes wide open.

"Really? Mom, are you serious?”

"Well, it's real."

Catherine taught Karen, who was crying and clinging. Dulan, who suffered from Karen throughout the funeral, looked down at Karen, who was asleep, and sighed at her.

"Why didn't you say it was okay if you prayed hard? Why would you lie like that....”

"I'm not lying."

Catherine meant it.

"I'm not lying."

Dulan, who eventually nodded to Catherine, who spoke over and over with a serious face, told Karen.

"Congratulations."

"Is this something to celebrate?”

"Yes."

You don't have to be scared anymore.

That's good.

I had thought so from the bottom of my heart. I never thought of an end like this.

There are numerous sacrifices in this country. The sins of mankind are so great that they need a substitution.

The new recruits are of the same nature as the butcher. Every month, he grabs a flawless pigeon and slits his neck, cuts his stomach, pulls out his guts, burns it with fire, and sacrifices it to God. To take the place of human sin.

No, that's not a pigeon in front of me. He is a priest but a doctor. If a person is in front of you, you should make a suture, not cut off his belly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I hear a shrill scream. Duran tried to fix it. No, it's still warm. Put it back in and seal it, and if you give the heart a proper shock, there will still be hope. I don't think he'sir. It's still warm. Where's the heart. Where's the needle?

"Ah."

My heart is broken.

The hand that was busily recovering stopped. Duran realized that his efforts meant nothing. When the judgment was over, only questions remained.

Why?

Duran looked up. Raymond Sayertes, who forced his hand to move.

I looked up at the groom who had killed the bride.

Strangely, it was not realistic. Screaming and shouting were heard, but Dulan himself and Raymond seemed to be the only one in the space. Raymond spoke to Duran in a low voice.

"You're a fool, Father Duran."

Duran tried to figure out what was going on. But I couldn't figure it out at all. Did you make a mistake? Duran thought that the man Karen chose must love Karen.

Karen thought she loved him, too. Did I get it wrong? Do you mean you actually had a grudge?

But Raymond, who stabbed Karen, had an indescribable face. Duran did not know how to interpret the expression on his face. I had so many questions.

Why does he have such a face? Why are you looking down at yourself with such a reproachful look? Why are you looking so hurt? With eyes like the author says he killed Karen....

"Remember…. Me… It's you who killed...Do you understand?"

a voice full of resentment and hatred a de-ener hand a cooling body

Duran shook his head violently.

'No! The stab wasn't me who killed you! I'm your husband!’

"Why…."

"I want to ask you more. Why are you trying to save me now? She's going to come back to life anyway."

Raymond's words blocked Duran's words.

Does he know about regression? Did Karen tell you the truth?

Raymond continued to look down at Duran. His voice was unbelievably calm when he put a knife into his wife a little while ago.

"I remember. Thanks to you...Well, now you don't seem to know how to do it. It's not that important. You'll find out soon enough. This is the result of her and my efforts. What do you think?"

"You, too, remember...I do."

"Yes."

Confused. Questions are not solved. Then why? Why are you doing this? Why would he want to drive Karen to kill her? Duran couldn't understand Raymond.

If Raymond finds out about Karen's eternal life thanks to him, he should be content with it. They should be grateful to Dulan. We must be glad to make love with the eternal virgin, eternal youth, and the eternal God.

"…I understand… I can't."

If they really love each other, that's enough. You two should get married. If they know they're coming back to life, they're guaranteed perfect luck. He tried to settle for the part he was given. Duran was crazy because he didn't understand the current situation.

"Why, why, why....”

"Well, again, you don't understand what you't understand now. I thought I would, but I'm also a little sad."

Duran was holding on to Karen. I couldn't help knowing that I had already lost my breath. Raymond was waiting for something while looking at Dulan.

"I feel a sense of deja vu. You used to look down at me like this.”

Duran was confused. Are you talking about the past you don't remember?

However, I couldn't understand what he did in his previous life. Raymond keeps looking at him in doubt. Duran noticed. Raymond is waiting for something. About what?

"Dulan, do you feel wronged? Do you think you don't understand why you're being subjected to this? You don't know your sins."

I couldn't understand what you were talking about. He is not a sinner. I can't be a sinner. He himself is a victim. He is the one who helps the completion of love. He is an eternal protector. Karen, Raymond, should be grateful to himself.

"How far are you going to run away, my lord?"

You shouldn't do this to me.

***

The man opened his mouth. A ragged white thing falls off his hands like flesh.

"Please."

He tears as he pulls out his teeth.

as if it were too painful

What is it?

Duran breathed in. The scenery that I had never experienced before was emerging. There was a fantasy of Raymond pulling his teeth. He shook his head. My vision is back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now.”

Blood began to flow from Duran's mouth. Duran realized that he had chewed his tongue. But there was no pain. You have to wake up. But again, the view becomes blurred. Stretch one's hand out. But there was nothing that could be reached.

"Kae, Karen Haier. Your husband... would you look like that if you were on your side?"

The beginning is a question.

You think you are the main character in the story. I'm a suitable distraction until your male lead appears. Then you wouldn't like my question, frowning.

"Not yet.”

Yeah, I thought so.

The dance begins. A small, flustered, and temperful creature grows up to be a slim beauty and moves skillfully. Looking at it, Duran thinks. This beauty will last forever.

"The lady was holding a coin with numbers on it. It says 117 on it. What do you mean?"

"117."

Only then did I know. Success. Again, he has succeeded and Karen is now embedded in eternity. But fear was bigger than joy. I should have checked the coins on the first day. on the first day of all days Duran bit his lips.

'…what if I'm pregnant?'

Duran thinks about the amount of drugs he has administered in the past. That's all right. I won't be able to give birth. It would have been the same in the past. At this rate, we will have stillbirths and life will be repeated. The same is true of one's own children.

I have no regrets.

What you want is not flesh and blood. It's not affection. The value he wants is higher. It is to create eternity with human hands. The life of giving birth to and raising children in front of eternity is insignificant.

It is something that anyone and any woman can do. The important thing is immortality. It's God.

"Crazy. I was in a hurry to hide it, but I was sure it was dead. You killed Nancy."

Bowen was disgusted with Nancy, who was in a terrible state. Duran looked at Nancy's face. His eyes were wide open with fear and pain.

"…it's all right…. I expected it. It's hard to live in a normal mind."

"Mr. Duran."

"Go do what you have to do."

The bodies continued. Then the death row's body was thrown back in a state of rubble. It was like a sign of anger at Nancy's body being taken away. And Karen brought in the child of the death row. Duran looked into the child's open mouth. He was badly burned.

Duran looked at Karen's face. He was smiling with a smile. Then there were two. the old governess and her maid Bowen, who was recovering his desperation from being shot, was disgusted. The number of bodies increases rapidly. As soon as Isela ran away from Karen, Dulan realized.

Karen is completely broken. Karen won't stop killing.

This is the result of what he has done.

I wanted to make eternity. I wanted to give eternal life as a gift. But Karen in front of me was a wild beast who was crazy about solitude and boredom. This was the result of his creation, sin. Duran had no choice but to admit the fact.

The biggest problem, nevertheless… I didn't want to give up. There is something that can never be given up. There is something that can't be let go even if you die.

Look down. Look at the results you've done.

There is a burned body of the lord. There is a dead child's body. The maid's make-up, the tutor's, and the maid's...Duran knew the end of what he had done.

But Duran was sure. The authors will come to life again. So Karen can't be a sinner. There is only one sinner who drives Karen crazy. Duran held himself still and prayed for a moment after learning that Karen was pregnant.

"Lord, do not forgive me. You know that I'm a sinner.’

And decided. You must take responsibility for yourself. But you can never give up.

"True love. Then I'll help you. I'll give you everything I know."

She made a bet. Tired of her repeated life, she laughed at love and couldn't give up hope. The love has been in her head for a very long time, even if she laughs. And Dulan's hopes could curb her frantic behavior.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Duran realized his position. He realized what he had to do. Let's see if Karen finds true love, a love that she can never let go. And let's see if we can admit it. If the man she chose is appropriate for her own eyes.

"Don't forget. To the extent that I admit... You have to love.”

I will kill my child in your belly, and help you complete your love. And you live happily ever after like him.

It's my wedding present.