The Story of Demon Hunter

Letting Go of Who Has Been Leaving

Inside the house, Reyna looked awkward as she looked at Murasaki and Aoi who were looking at her with curious expressions.

"Is Brother Arthur your girlfriend, Miss Reyna?" ask Murasaki.

"Of course not!" reply Reyna with annoyance. "I haven't known him for a long time and have been given a headache from being upset!"

"Isn't Brother Arthur good? She's cooking for Aoi. Brother Arthur's eyes look beautiful too!" Aoi, the little girl immediately defended Arthur.

"Well, he's very kind to young children and behaves patiently. As for adults, wedge ... uhuk! That person is completely arbitrary and outrageous!"

Reyna was embarrassed. He almost used bad words in front of the innocent and innocent little girl. Suddenly, the girl realized something.

'Arthur .. don't tell me he's a lolicon?! The evil uncle who likes to cheat on little children?'

Thinking of that plausible thing, Reyna was completely unnerved.

...***...

Meanwhile, Arthur who had just been walking around the village suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, are they talking about me in the back? Isn't that kind of a bad thing?" arthur muttered with a helpless expression.

The young man then continued on his way and finally arrived at the quite vast land outside the village. Closer, even hidden in the woods.

Looking at the many neatly lined headstones, Arthur could not help but be surprised. Just then, an old voice sounded in his ears.

"Maybe you wonder why the distance of each headstone is too close. If you want to know ...

That's because the stone is only a marker. While their bodies were not there at all."

Hearing that, Arthur turned his head.

In the distance, there appeared the figure of the village chief, an old and stooped man who walked towards him with a sad face.

"I didn't expect you to be so bold as to go around alone, Young Master Arthur. Not at all compatible with the temperament of a chef." The village chief smiled.

"You can't judge people just by how he looks, Mr. Village Chief! There are different types of cooks out there.

I'm just a wandering chef, so this kind of thing is natural. To search for different types of foodstuffs, of course I had to go around to check. After all, sometimes good mushrooms hide behind a pile of dead leaves."

Arthur smiled at the village chief. The old man just shook his head.

"See you sad. Do you have any relatives buried here, Mr Village Chief?" As if realizing something, Arthur again said. "Sorry! You don't have to talk about it if it hurts. I'm just flabbergasted."

"It's okay." The village chief shook his head. "My sisters and grandchildren are buried here. More precisely, his headstone was placed here. After leaving, after leaving, there will be no bone left to take back."

After saying that, the village chief let out a long sigh. He looked at Arthur and asked back.

"Normally, people will stay away from places like tombs. But instead, you come casually and look happy.

You really are a freak, Young Master Arthur."

"Haha. That's not funny, Mr. Village Chief.

For me, a place like this should not be hated or feared. On the contrary, a place like this is worth visiting.

By visiting a place like this, especially the family tomb.

Maybe not a good memory, even painful. But that is worth remembering. After all, it was hard to forget those who had left.

That's why we don't have to forget them. However, we must let them go because ..."

Looking at the tombstone line with a lot of writing, the cheerful smile on Arthur's face was replaced with a gentle smile.

"Those who have gone will not return."