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Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu (Light Novel) - Volume 2: Destiny's Three-Legged Race, Prologue I: No Matter How Much Sadness We Carry—
Volume 2: Destiny's Three-Legged Race, Prologue I: No Matter How Much Sadness We Carry—
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“This is already the end of the line for me, so there’s something I have to tell you,” she said to him in a kind voice. But he had nothing to say to her words…
Because he didn’t want to hear them. Because he was scared.
All he could do was cry… all he could do was shake…
“I was happy,” she continued. “My life began to have meaning since you came into it…”
He thought that was a lie. There should’ve been no way she was happy.
She’d been separated from the person she loved, then thrown away in the end… they called her a filthy, low-born mutt, and forced her to bear their relentless hatred.
She just lived to protect him, her life being shaved off little by little in the process…
Certainly, she laughed. She was always smiling gently and laughing like she was happy in front of him. Always laughing, like the sad things just didn’t exist.
Even in the end, she…
He gazed at her, eyes cloudy with tears. She was lying in bed, exhausted. But she still faced him with a gentle smile…
That was painful.
He couldn’t support her even a little, and he was so powerless that he wasn’t even able to protect her. How could he not be furious with himself?
She embraced him kindly despite his weakness. “I’m not scared, Sion. I raised you to be a kind child. That’s all you need to be, and a splendidly kind child you are. Whatever mean things people may say about you don’t matter at all. Because I’m sure that many, many people will love you… so even if I’m gone… you won’t be alone. Please understand…”
She smiled at him until the very end.
No matter how much agony she had to endure, no matter how scared of her quickly approaching death she was…
In the end, she…
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His mother died that day, and a magnificently decorated box was suddenly delivered to him.
Inside was a dirty, muddy dead mutt and a single polite letter.
She wasn’t even a human to them.
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He was always hated. Always, endlessly hated… but he didn’t feel anything about it anymore.
He crushed the letter between his hands expressionlessly.
Then he indifferently cleaned, made some food, and finished preparations for her funeral…
He sat on the bed she was still lying in. The smile had never left her face…
“You said I was kind, but… just what is kindness? What kind of kindness do you want me to have?” He whispered to himself. His tears had already run dry.
He stared out the bedside window with sharp, willful golden eyes.
“What if I can’t do it? I mean, I don’t think I’m kind at all… but… I think I want to change this country. If I can, I’d like to even change this mad world… I don’t know if just that can save people, but I want to try. Try to make it a world suitable for your sleep…”
He stood and blew out the lamp, then made to leave the room.
“You did well, Mom. Please… rest in peace.”
He closed the door behind him.
He couldn’t turn back anymore.
