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Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu (Light Novel) - Volume 7: The Reality of Running Away, Intermission
Volume 7: The Reality of Running Away, Intermission
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There were voices.
Voices in the middle of the darkness.
“All I need is you by my side.”
“Me too… but…”
They were nostalgic voices from a far, far away place long ago.
One was a man’s voice. It was tired, exhausted, but somehow urgent. “Then… then why…”
The other was a woman’s. “But I can’t… I can’t do it. If we don’t kill…”
Her voice was just as nostalgic as his. She was on the verge of tears now, but he knew her voice as a kind one.
She brought her mouth to his ear to whisper to him. “I love you more than anyone else in the world does. You’re my cute boy.”
Then he remembered.
R, right.
These were his parents. How could he have forgotten about them so easily? Why?
They were something so, so nostalgic…
He opened his eyes.
When he did, he just saw the same darkness as when they were closed.
It was murky. Horribly murky. Like the bottom of a dirty fish tank.
He shivered. He hated the dark. It was scary.
“Sleeping by myself is scary. Mom, dad,” he whispered.
A light came up, illuminating the room. It was very neat, and everything he could ever possibly want was inside. Because his dad got him everything he asked for - no, he didn’t even have to ask. He got it all anyway.
There was a stuffed bear as big as he was. A training sword for kids with no blade - it’d fallen off. But his very favorite things were his fairytales, both the picture books and novels. His mom and dad took turns reading them to him every night.
He loved the stories about the Legendary Heroes who saved the world.
The story about the knight who destroyed a whole army.
Stories about those who had surpassed human intellect and ability - demons, demon kings, monsters, as they were so called.
Stories about a dream-like world.
He absolutely loved them.
He read them over and over again every day, starting from when he woke up by using what he remembered from when his parents read them to him at night. By doing so he managed to memorize all the letters as well as what was in each story. But he didn’t tell his parents that. Because he really loved it when they read to him and didn’t want it to stop.
So when a story ended late at night…
“Okay, that’s the last story for tonight,” his mom said.
“What!? That was the last one? C’mon, just a little more! Just a little~!”
His mom shook her head. “No can do. Kids who stay up late at night won’t become heroes, Ryner.”
“Huh? Really!?”
His mom smiled with the kindest face in the whole world. “Yes. So you need to sleep for the night. Come on, close your eyes so you can dream about something fun, my cute hero.”
His mother kissed his forehead.
He loved that. So he wouldn’t tell his parents that he could read. He wouldn’t tell them that he already had all their books memorized. He just rubbed his sleepy eyes. “Mom, Dad, I closed my eyes… so can you read me a little more?”
“Now, now. I’m happy you closed your eyes, but we’re done reading for tonight. I’ll sleep with you, okay?”
Normally she really did lay down to sleep with him when he said that. But today she seemed afraid. Her expression wavered with fear. With sadness.
She had pretty black hair, long eyelashes, and kind black eyes. Kind eyes that filled with tears.
“M, Mom… what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?”
She was… holding a knife, for some reason. She gripped it tightly, and spoke with a shiver to her voice. “I, if I don’t kill him… I need to kill us both, so we can…”
But then his father spoke. “You can’t do that.”
“…B, but…”
“You can’t do that,” he repeated.
His mother glared at his father. “We’re cursed! We’re cursed, you know!! It won’t just be me and him if this continues! We’ll all three be killed. They’ll tear your house down, too!” She screamed.
He was surprised. Because this was the first time he’d ever heard his mom scream. She never raised his voice at him, even when she was scolding him. So hearing her scream now was really upsetting.
His dad gazed at his mom. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He hardly resembled his son at all, except for the sleepy, motivationless expression that they shared… so in the end, it was undeniable that he was their kid.
But that was exactly why…
“I, I dirtied your bloodline,” his mom said. “My blood m-must be…”
“Don’t say it!” His dad yelled.
But she didn’t listen. “My blood must be cursed with the Alpha Stigma…”
“It’s not your fault!”
“Then whose fault is it!? You’re a noble. You have a family tree to look back on, and there have never been any Alpha Stigmas on it… so it must be my fault. It must be punishment because I, a commoner, fell in love with you, a man of noble birth…”
“Please don’t say that! I don’t regret anything. I said so when we got married, didn’t I? All I need is you here by my side… I don’t need anything else long as you and Ryner are here with me. I don’t care about losing this house or my status.”
His mom glared and raised her knife up. “I won’t let you. I have to do this, as just another member of the masses…”
His dad remained calm. “I’ll say it again and again: you can’t do that. Now give me the knife.”
He held his hand out. But his mom didn’t hand it over. Instead she gripped it tighter.
His dad sighed and moved closer to her. “I’m sure that you’re capable of dying for me, and I know that I’m capable of dying for you. But you aren’t capable of killing him.”
“B, but… we’ll be killed eventually, won’t we? That’s what’ll happen if they learn that he’s an Alpha Stigma bearer… and someday he’ll go berserk… s, so why don’t I just get it over with?”
His dad still looked at her kindly. “You can’t. You aren’t capable of going through with it. And you know that. I wouldn’t be able to love a woman who did that. But I did marry you, despite the opposition. So give the knife to me.”
His dad gripped his mom’s shivering shoulder, took the knife, and tossed it away. Then he spread his arms out for a hug.
“You too, Ryner,” he said.
He nodded and came to him.
He’d been scared.
He didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was scared him. But his parents’ embrace quelled the fear. Because they hugged him tightly.
His mom’s expression was still dark, though…
“But… but this won’t change anything,” she said. “We’ll all just—”
“It’s okay,” his dad said. “I’ll definitely protect you guys. I have a plan, see. I won’t let Ryner die. I won’t let you die, either. I’ll protect you guys by any means necessary.”
Definitely…
Definitely… definitely……
His voice was cut short.
His surroundings were dark once more.
“Huh?”
Unease enveloped his body.
He was scared.
“D-dad!?”
He looked for his dad, who was hugging him until just a moment ago. He looked for his stuffed animal, too. But he couldn’t find it. And he couldn’t find his dad either.
What was happening…?
Then… he heard a voice from somewhere.
“Sacrifice…”
It was a dark, heavy, despair-inducing voice that he’d never heard before.
But next he heard his mom: “I’ll… I’ll sacrifice…”
But where was she!? He tried to yell to ask, but no answer came.
“The contract.”
It was that voice again. Just the sound of it made him uneasy.
“Destroy…”
He didn’t want to hear that voice… He was scared…
He covered his ears. But he still heard it.
It was like the voice came from the sky… from somewhere he couldn’t see…
“Destroy… destroy…”
Stop… stop!
Someone…
“Destroy… des… ha, haha, hahahahaha.”
It laughed madly. Like it was mocking everything in the world.
He shivered from loneliness.
He was scared. So scared. Someone… help!!
Mom… Dad…
His parents suddenly appeared there in the darkness.
His eyes widened. They widened and widened until he couldn’t open them any more.
There was a scarlet pentagram in the center of each of his eyes. It was the seal of the mad king, proof that he was cursed.
“D-Dad… Mom… aah, ugh…”
Red. Everything was red.
Everything had been dyed blood red.
“N, no… I hate this… I don’t want… ua… uaaaah, aauuuhghhh, aaaahh hahh haahahahahahhahha!”
His fear stirred up laughter within himself. It was the mad laughter of a demon.
He wanted to run.
From his fear. From his voice.
He just wanted to run.
But he couldn’t run from his own voice.
He was cursed. This was a curse.
He was a demon cursed by the world.
And… he just wouldn’t die, no matter how crazy of a demon he was.
That was him. That was who he was.
Now, what kinds of dreams did someone like him have?
“What kind of impossible dreams do you ugly monsters have?”
Who said that, again?
“You should already know. Monsters’ hands are already covered in blood. They can’t grasp anything… and they can’t make it anywhere.”
That was true.
It was Lucile.
Ferris’ brother Lucile Eris was the one who had said that…
He looked at his own hands. It was just like Lucile said. His hands were stained with blood…
Whose blood was that?
Who did he kill…?
The darkness became redder and redder.
He looked up at the red, and…
“……!?”
