Escape From The Tyrant

A Trap (6)

When was the last time you felt your hand hurt?

Now, the number of monsters was significantly reduced.

Hwik!

Finally, he swung his sword. Immediately after familiar oxidation.

Charlize held her breath with the sword in her hand.

If something strikes, he'll cut it. The simple step is a reflex reaction.

But no one moves anymore.

Even if he tried to react, no one attacked first.

Warm breath out slowly. Charlize looked around slowly.

Still the pink sky is dreamy.

Magic circles glittering with gold.

The sight of hundreds of thousands of pieces strewn across the air was somewhat mysterious.

The swaying deep blue air made his face face face the inner void.

Trickling.

Drops of blood dripped from Charlize's torn palm. There are no monsters anywhere in space.

'Did I kill them all?'

All of a sudden.

He felt that it was not enough to quell his intense killing intent.

He felt he was missing something very valuable.

Charlize lowered her gaze.

Dylan still looked calm. At first glance, he would think he was asleep rather than dead.

“…”

Charlize placed her sword diagonally.

No, he had just pulled out a sword from his hand.

The sword clinked clearly on the floor resembling a solid marble.

"Nothing can be cut now."

He swore to protect her. At least the monsters never touched Dylan.

Of all the humans summoned here, Charlize herself was fine, who survived, except for Dylan.

That alone is a miracle.

Charlize knelt in front of Dylan.

He saw her.

He's not moving. He's not sleeping. No breathing, no heartbeat.

His skin was so white that he was pale. He was silent, without even trembling a bit.

It is death that stops itself. It is perfected until it becomes glorious.

“If I answer now..”.

Charlize hugged Dylan.

He drooped, but Charlize hugged him as if she was hugging the most precious thing.

He put his cheek on Dylan's cheek. It's chill.

He blinked. His vision is still clear. Scattered dark blue powder.

All he could hear was his breathing.

“Is it too late?”

“…”

“Marry me, Your Majesty. We're…"

He's out of breath.

It was because of the tears that suddenly fell unexpectedly.

Charlize noticed the tears in a daze.

Trickling.

Dylan's hand fell helplessly into the air. Charlize grabbed Dylan's hand again with her hand covered in blood.

The reason he struggled was because he was short of breath. The reason why he was crying was because he lost her. Too late, Dylan's cold temperature pierced his heart like an ice thorn.

That's hurtful.

I thought I was going to die.

He thought death was familiar. He saw the death of many and endured it. He became alive.

But not in the face of his death. He couldn't stand that he was Charlize, if he was alive.

- Help me.

He usually builds walls with his faith.

After all, every time you hit a wall like this, all you seek is the name of a God.

The fairies refer to Charlize as a god-like creature in the human body, but at times like this, it doesn't taste good at all.

He was just a person who lost the person he loved because he was blinded by vengeance.

He doesn't have to.

Even if the entire continent is tarnished by evil, if only you were still alive, that would be good. I don't care about justice. If I'm happy with you, that's enough.

Why did I realize it after losing you?

god, if you exist, please. If you're listening, please.

With a heart that was more earnest than when the return occurred, Charlize pleaded and prayed again and again.

To whom should I pray?

Ehyrit, who's dead? The evil god who killed Dylan? To him or her? It was a despair that even his target was unknown to.

He thought he could sell his soul if anyone listened to him.

Dylan was still cold, hugged tightly in deep despair. Charlize had no idea how to reverse her death. She's ill. She's ill. He regretted.

-!

Suddenly there was silence and silence as if the world had stopped.

Charlize closed her eyes for a moment and opened them. The whole white world. Dylan, who was in his arms, was nowhere to be seen.

There's nothing. The sky, air, and floor.

It was just a white empty space.

'No way.'

He was desperate for hope and searched for a moment in vain, but this was also an obvious reality.

Charlize was silent for quite a while.

No one showed up.

But he felt like there was someone around. That's possible…

Charlize asked loudly.

- Is that you?

Hows it?

Charlize asked, but was immediately convinced.

In fact, Ehyrit never died even for a moment.

The actual pieces of Ehyrit endured endlessly, being thrown between the human soul, and his body, which was shredded into hundreds of thousands of pieces, despite being tinged with evil and turning into a monster, it's on that continent.

Charlize just woke up.

The minimum condition for breaking Ehyrit pieces is that the 'real Ehyrit pieces' are broken first.

Only after Dylan died did the monster become possible to be completely exterminated.

With Charlize's unrealistic strength - the power of Gods - the piece was completely shattered within the space where time had been determined. The pieces that were shredded by the evil god, at first, became another one in the air.

Yep. All the pieces are put together.

Ehyrites.

It was a God.

-What Sorry?

Charlize's voice vibrated.

No matter how calm he tried, he faced the Gods.

Even if he could not see it, he could feel it clearly. He can hear it. Ehyrit is right next to Charlize.

The voice said.

The tears slowly stopped.

He understood that he was swept away. He understood that 9 was his fault.

Charlize did not want to, but she was involved in the war of the gods.

The interpretation of the myth is wrong.

In ancient times, it was foretold that an evil god would kill the original part of Ehyrit, but as everyone expected, the evil god did not devour the continent after Dylan's death.

It only paved the way for Ehyrit to appear again.

It was as if an evil god had extinguished it and summoned Ehyrit enthusiastically into his own hands.

The more the master tried to revive the evil god, the closer he got to his death.

'God's Setup.'

Charlize let out a breath.

Dylan was destined to die.

Even if it does not exist in this life now, as long as there is a 'real piece of Ehyrit' embedded in that soul. He had to die at any time by an evil god.

Even if they are reborn. Even if he is born again. He should have been targeted repeatedly.

It was decided that way from the beginning.

The only exception is Charlize, Kiera.

After granting Charlize's wish, Ehyrit says that she will disappear forever along with the evil god.

In that case, Charlize would be the only god on the continent, but she didn't care.

The faces of the emperors he hated before returning to empty space appeared in a video.

If Charlize just nodded, she knew she could take revenge on them.

- the...Can you make the emperor regret it?

you're right that I turn back time.

Before he knew it, the torn wound on his palm had healed.

There's no blood.

The real target Charlize wants to hit is like Kiera, yes. It was true for the imperial family and the secret magic tower. But even if they shouted for their lives, the previous emperor who brought Kiera was right on every battlefield.

Those who mocked Kiera during his torture of hope, and caused Ronan's bloodline to be cut off from generation to generation.

Those who piled the glory of the continent on Kiera's blood and took all the praise and admiration alone.

Those who don't know. Those who believe it is their ability.

Those who are happy are above the suffering of Kiera.

He wanted to bring those people who had high self-esteem down on their knees, crawl on the floor, scream in pain, and return double the pain Charlize had suffered.

They dared to destroy everything he gained as Kiera, make him lose it, and end up miserable in regret and despair.

Shouting, suffering, regretting, and destroying. He'd want to see it.

And if he just nodded his head.

He could do that.

ah -Ah.

He knows. Ehyrit is a real god.

Ehyrit wants to grant Charlize's wish one last time before she disappears.

He even knew Charlize's thoughts.

So he would take revenge perfectly.

Suddenly his blazing rage was able to be freed from unnecessary anger in front of his past memories, not suffer from nightmares, and completely dispel the lingering feelings of revenge.

However,

I don't want revenge anymore.

He'll let it go.

The voice asked indifferently.

Charlize answered softly.

- I want to be happy. I just want to be someone. I don't care if I'm a god or what. I don't want it. There's only one thing I want. Living happily with Dylan.

He will no longer look to the past. Because the remaining future days are more important now.

Because he wants to be happy with Dylan.

yep.

Charlize's eyes were clear.

His seriousness is clearly visible. All he wants is one.

He knew what Ehyrit's warning meant. That is, Dylan who was a genius in all fields, could no longer show his talent.

The fact that Charlize lost her power meant that she could become a Master, not a Saint.

This meant Charlize and Dylan could become ordinary people.

But it doesn't matter.

- Help me.

So please help me.

It's okay, it's okay.

If he can bring her back to life. What's the point of losing more?

He will decide his fate by his choice and will. He would not let the ghosts of the past hold him back and control him anymore.

<…>

The tongue-tied voice was silent for a moment.

It was the first God unease he felt.

But Charlize did not back down.

Time has passed. Flowing and flowing.

He'll live. He can live. The voice finally spoke after a while.

It was a voice that had no emotions from the start.

The voice is neither feminine nor masculine.

Not a man or a god.

It was just deserted without any characteristics.

Charlize closed her eyes without hesitation.

And, the next moment.

Charlize opened her eyes.

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