MEMORIES AND ABU HORMUZ

Volume 2 Chapter 15 - The Resurrection of the Fallen Dark Knight

Whimpering in pain, Marco hugged his long sword with his right hand as he continued to press against the wound on his left arm.

“Owww...” The word came out of his mouth as he tried to swing kirin's hand. Nah! He should have stayed completely silent.

He is hidden, as always, in a cage***-worm..more precisely, he is actually hidden behind a crowd of****worms. Or rather,****worm - it is the worm that hides it. They huddle around one corner sometimes, Marco is in the middle of the crowd, trying to keep his breath calm and quiet. She's alone. Really really alone.

Even the Zodiac was no longer with him, because the time limit of the Dark Knight's spell [DARK INVITATION] had been exhausted. The demons could only be summoned for thirty minutes before they finally returned to their place, which was at the feet of the God Skulheill and Marco now no longer had the mental strength to summon him anymore. The mockery of Satan really left a sense of sadness for Marco.

Even someone as great as Mr. Marco was so exhausted that he almost died after making an elegant and long escape. From what he could see, at least in his view, there were four kobolds. He was also injured all over his body, the wound on his left hand was so deep that he could no longer move it. The wound also felt so painful that Marco could no longer feel the pain of other injuries. He did not even want to see his injuries or think about how much he had lost blood.

His entire arm trembled and, in every tremor, blood poured out from his wound. He didn't realize that he was starting to breathe slowly.

“I'll cry ~” she talks to herself in the most beautiful tone she can make, but even doing so doesn't comfort her at all.

Mm... Luci. No, Lusi is too beautiful, his imagination can not imagine something that fits. No, if anything, it's Alice. Because his chest is so big. Yep. Giantlike. Vina is not bad either. Her chest is not big but nothing. After all, his plain looks were really Marco type. Yep.

Hmm. but anyway, he was still not satisfied. All of that is too real. They were his comrades and they were always together day and night. Formerly. Not anymore. Thinking about all that made him a little depressed.

But whatever, it's okay. Of course they won't come. Logically, they will not come. There's no reason for them, and Marco didn't expect it either? He should be able to get out of here alone. Can Marco do it?

Not long ago, he was quite confident that he could get out of there. He never doubted it. Until the last point of blood, he still believed it. But now.he doesn't know. Arm's hurt. The injury is really bad. If it continues like this, he will no longer be able to use it. And it's not just that. Running or other physical activities open his wounds, making Marco groan loudly and stagger.

All attempts to close his wounds failed.

Can't do it. Can't go any further. There's no way out for me anymore... NAY! Marco wanted to distance himself from the thoughts of the weak man. Instead of thinking about things he can't do, he wants to focus on the things he can do.

Why did everything turn out like this? Because he wants to look cool. You go first, he said that to Barto. Marco hoped he didn't. But he really did. Why would Marco do that? Maybe because he wanted to do it once? Because that's a cool sentence he wants to say even once? Is that really the reason?

No. gabe. That's not.

I just want to be accepted. Doing something like self-sacrifice, or a sentence like that, might make others believe that they are amazing. Yeah, there's a little bit of that too. I am the me. The other is the other. I don't care what others think of me, it's all just

falsehood.

Of course he wants his friend to think positively of him, if possible. He wants to be liked. He wants others to believe him. And it's not like Marco doesn't know how to get the others to like him. Of course by doing so, right? Act like a good person. Helping others, appreciating others and so on. Even saying something nice at the right time if he's smart enough.

Heh. It's like Udin. Not me, Marco is not Udin and he can't even imitate Udin. And now it's too late to try. No one thinks they are good, no one likes them. And of course no one cares about him.

But at least he was happy with it. Something like “Barto, you first,”. If his comrades managed to escape because of that, then maybe they would be very grateful for it. Maybe they'll say, “Thank you, Marco, you saved us.” in the past few moments, he's really very

coolest.

“Will you think a little more about me once in a while?” Marco whispered and as he whispered, the pigs surrounding him started to fuss and drew closer to his face excitedly.

“Hey! Nah! I don't mean you guys! I mean my team, not you ugly!”

Instantly while Marco was in a sentimental mood,*** - the worm messed things up. Maybe that's a good thing. But if he's going to die here, he really doesn't want to die by being in contact with*****worm to death. He wanted to die in a cooler way. Like dying in a fight.

“...do they give up?”

Coward, Marco grinned widely. Maybe he can finally get out of here. He tried to swing his long sword only with his right hand and although the movement caused the wound on his left hand to open, the pain he could still endure.

“There's no way I'll die that easily, now that's what I think..”.

The thought popped into his mind as he walked again, humming. Did they really leave me down here? Yes, the group is just a bunch of weaklings, but basically, not bad guys. Maybe they hated Marco, but they were all comrades in arms and comrades in arms it was impossible to leave his comrades easily, right? Marco had a prejudice that his partner

it is impossible to do such a thing to a friend no matter how much they want it.

Perhaps, just a possibility, they were actually looking for Marco. That's not something to ask.

“I hope you guys are still here..” Marco complained. Because you are weak people. Doesn't mean it's good that you're putting yourself at risk for me. Doing such a thing is really worth it for a man like me.

If the others die because they came back to find Marco...

“Really not funny.” Thinking about it made Marco shiver. He was surprised by himself. Not likely. It's really impossible. Marco really didn't want to doubt them like that. Not likely. Stop that. If his voice could reach the others from a distance where they were now, he would probably tell them not to think about him and just leave this mine as quickly as possible. It may not be straight back to Atalante, but to wait around the exit or the surroundings.

“Ugh.” Marco grumbled as a deep pain felt in the wound on his hand as he leaned against the wooden fence. Even if he's okay. He's all right.

A pair of kobolds emerged from the turn in front. They don't see Marco now but sooner or later they'll find him. Marco had no choice but to take the first step. The decision has been made, Marco took the horses. He couldn't run properly because of his injured hand, so he dragged his foot on the ground and approached the kobold.

They looked towards him and right then and there, Marco stepped forward, using [ANGER THRUST]. But it was not the same as the [ANGER THRUST] he used to use. It was [ANGER THRUST] version two [SILENT THRUST NUMBER]. Marco's long sword pierced right into the middle of the kobold's throat. The Kobold was thrashing, but the sound of his injured throat made him speechless.

Next, Marco swung his sword low, slashing the other kobold's leg from below. As the kobold fell, Marco set foot hard on the kobold's head, quickly rendering it immobile. Marco knelt down, his hands in unbearable pain. The more he tried to hold it, however, the more,

the pain seems to be getting more rested.

After he finished collecting the talismans from their corpse bodies, Marco nodded forcefully.

“I'll kill them all, all at once.”