Beware of the Red Thread - Chapter 18

“Goodbye.”

The next morning, I was standing in front of the village with great momentum. It was very strange to see all the monsters crawling out to see off a human and a reaper. Everyone is waving and waving handkerchiefs. After two days, Abel’s image has improved considerably, and now he can even shed her tears – creepy bastard. He looked at me like a cow about to be slaughtered.

“Lian, let’s meet again without fail!”

Mr. Finn, who approached Abel, said with glaring eyes.…… Don’t say it so seriously.

“Huff huff huff, it was fun, you monsters!”

Sleipnir departed with a loud laugh. And it won’t be long before you join!

I had to quickly stop at the shy appearance of the sprout that appeared in front of me. Oh my God. Sleipnir rumbled as his mane fluttered. I found him and gladly jumped out of the saddle.

“Verseppo!”

I welcomed him with pleasure. It was the last time Abel noticed and I was on the way to his house to stop by, but surprisingly, he had already come out to the mouth of the forest. It was an odd thing.

“Are you okay? Are you very surprised?”

After apologizing awkwardly to Sleipnir, Verseppo shyly offered a hand-made first aid kit.

“I’ve been waiting to give you this.”

“Thank you, let me see your hands. Sorry for being late.”

I resent the day I couldn’t come to visit right away because I couldn’t overcome that dormant volcano. Feeling very guilty, I grabbed his hand and pulled it, but Verseppo smiled brightly like a cosmos and held out his hand.

Surprisingly, his hand was intact. I’m sure he must have lost his vitality darkly because of the energy? No matter how resilient you are in the forest, it is unreasonable to be healed in a day if you absorb the energy of death. What? With a bewildered expression on my face, Verseppo whispered to me, putting his hands together like a morning glory.

“Actually, that evening, the reaper came and gave me back my vitality.”

Yes? Doubting my ears, I saw Abel who didn’t budge on Sleipnir. He was holding the Death Scythe with one hand.

“He had a very scary expression and an awkward, ant-like voice, but he also apologized and was sorry. I don’t think he’s a very bad person!”

When he was gone that evening was to apologize. Again, Abel looked different. My heart was pounding. Are you finally becoming a person? In the original, he was a violent and angry yandere, but did he finally learn how to be considerate of others?

“Good! Verseppo, good!”

“Ah!”

Li, Lian! Holding on to Verseppo, who did not know what was going on, I ran around and rode on Sleipnir with a feeling of fullness.

“Lian, are you leaving and coming back later?”

It’s said that the spirits have a good sixth sense. It stings unknowingly, Verseppo pulled out a piece of green bridge-like part of his auburn hair and handed it to me. Upon acceptance, his hair turned into long, needle-like seeds. Oh oh!

“It will be helpful if you raise this when you are bored.”

If you plant it, it will grow into a bean tree. Seriously looking into it, I tried to hug Verseppo as a sign of gratitude and farewell, but gave up quickly because of his intense gaze. Abel, you were there. It was so faint for a moment that I forgot. I politely shook hands and said goodbye to my first spirit friend.

“Goodbye, Lian! Take care of yourself! Goodbye to the reaper too!”

“……uh.”

It’s been a while since we’ve departed, so what’s the use of saying that so only me who’s right behind can hear it? I waved my hand until I couldn’t see Verseppo.

“Good job. Abel. What a kind boy. Did you even apologize to Versephone? Oh my god, that is so nice.”

“What are you doing!”

Abel was startled when I rubbed the back of his head. Good job. Good job. That’s right! Abel was simple, so if I used the carrot and stick tactic, he would be sure to get the hang of it. Our Bert also liked it when I praised it.

“Coochie coochie.”

Because of this, I praised him fiercely. As expected, Abel is subtly shy and likes it- this bitch. I wrinkled my eyebrows, and said:

“Are you cursing? I feel weird.”

Carrots and sticks, forget them! I gave up quickly. Anyway, I thought it was fortunate that Abel was ‘changing’ even a little bit. Until then.

*

“Hello! How are you!”

Ten days have passed since I left Lemda Village. It was like gathering information in a village that was heard, providing treatment if necessary, and staying overnight in return.

While hanging out with the healing priests, I occasionally asked about Asand and the Saintess, but they didn’t know anything at all. With such a great ability, rumors would have spread throughout the country in an instant. Like me now. Even though my imperfect ability is this much, if it were the ability of Saintess Lucia without even a risk, it would surely make the whole of Valhalla tumultuous. Like in the original.

“Ah, I heard a rumor! A human priest from the Temple of Remda!”

“You have a much better impression than I thought! The person next to you…?”

“I am the god of death…”

“He’s a colleague! Colleagues! Hahaha, where are you hurt?”

How many times have I told you not to call yourself the god of death! You’re getting kicked out right now! I giggled silently as I rolled up my arms and pretended to be ready to heal. Then Abel wrinkled his eyebrows as he didn’t like it, and hurriedly went out of the temple.

What’s wrong with him these days? He’s been like that every time since we came out of Lemda Village. He doesn’t really get into big troubles, but it makes me emotionally concerned. Even if I wanted to seriously ask what the problem was, we ran during the day, and when I arrived at the visible village, information gathering-healing-dinner with priests-moving-sleep-moving-again was repeated, so there was no time to talk properly. The Canary Priest, whose shiny beak was covered with bright yellow wings, asked anxiously.

“Well, if I say…?”

“No no, it’s just that he’s in a bad mood these days. Don’t mind it.”

I smiled awkwardly and healed the broken arm of a giant dinosaur-like lizard monster. At the same time, the arm on the same side throbbed sharply and I bit my lip. It is a familiar pain, but it feels especially painful these days.

Taking the herbal reliever that Verseppo gave me was definitely less painful, but I was trying not to drink as much as I could because if I continued to eat it, I would gain immunity. I left the temple with an anxious mind,

Oh my gosh. The sun is particularly stinging, and no one looks at me strangely even if I put my head on the temple wall for a while. For the monsters, there was no such thing as a human. Abel’s energy caused my smell to be almost obscured, but as I entered the field of light where Luce was, there were many monsters who looked like humans.

With a familiar or even pretty appearance, mammalian monsters, which were rare in Lemda Village, appeared in large numbers, and even a few days ago I saw a fairy – dandruff-like drops fell every time it flapped its wings! Nevertheless, it is clear that the reason they are reluctant to talk or say hello is due to their arrogant or sullen expression. They’re just like a scoundrel, just looking straight ahead and passing by. Although the appearance is much more glamorous, there are no monsters that approach you as warmly as Lemda Village.

I never thought I would miss the spirit of the monster. Maybe it’s because I’m in a rural village. Feeling somewhat fatigued, I headed towards the forest where Sleipnir was.

I arrived early in the morning today at the village that we stopped by, so I started moving around midday. So at night, I couldn’t find the next village, so we had to camp abruptly.

“Haha! Don’t worry about it! The closer you are to the Land of Light, the fewer evil monsters it will be. If you’re nervous, I’ll be on guard!”

Infinitely positive. Sleipnir made a place to make a bonfire with his hoof, and made a light fire. In fact, Abel and Sleipnir are monsters who do not need warmth, so it was purely for me. Whenever I visit the village, I give out the sugar cube I ordered from time to time – we ate so much that I am seriously worried about getting diabetes – Sleipnir was excited and disappeared into the woods to get more firewood.

“……”

Suddenly, Abel and I were left alone. It was the first time in ten days. Abel, who would normally bring up one of the day’s events, was leaning against a tree for some reason and he quietly closed his eyes. The side of the bonfire is burning, so I’ve been staring at it for a while, I did my own thing.

Gathering the information I got today, I fell into deep anguish. Since something had already gone wrong with a very emotional feeling, it was different from what I expected that the female lead would appear earlier than I expected. Asand is still sealed. I can’t even see the female lead’s nose.

Maybe it is still far off. I peered into the parchment paper in impatientness, and with the quill I struck the star several times. It’s a meaningless act, but it makes me feel secure. Lady Lucia! My savior! Hero! My plan is this: 1. When the female lead makes her first fall here, I approach her and appeal to her that I am an outsider. 2. Be friendly and share information. 3. Explain the situation and ask him to make Abel immortal. 4. Freedom!

I pulled out the heart box from deep in Arachne’s bag. Looking at the shiny black box, I remembered what happened a few days ago. I had asked Abel to renegotiate with him to change the owner of her heart.

“No matter how much I think about it, I’m worried that I have it. Just keep it yourself.”

“Why.”

“I might lose it because I’m lazy, and I’m relatively weaker than you in terms of strength and skill. Aren’t you anxious?”

“If I have it, what’s the difference between those with hearts?”

Is that so? You can put your heart outside, but if you have it… … Well. it seems like that I mean, something logical, but it doesn’t seem right. So I put the heart in my bag.

Damn, I lost to Abel by negotiating a conversation. Somehow upset, I slowly opened the lid of the box. I see a heart red like blood that is pounding and beating wildly. Shall I touch it or not? I hesitated and closed the lid.

Even if I died, I didn’t want to taste the intense electronic pain again. No, I’m just glad it’s a simple pain. The problem is that the aftereffects are comparable to the actual pain. I suffer from bruises, muscle pains, and intense pain accompanied by high fever like body aches. even after that

I tried a few more times, but each time I lost consciousness and had to struggle with intense pain.

“I don’t need it! There’s no need to fix it until it’s like that, so leave it alone!”

Of course, it aroused Abel’s anger each time. It’s like a Mobius strip. Alas, we also need Saintess Lucia. My Lord, My Savior. I clasped my hand and called her name. That was then.

“Lian.”

As I stared intently at the heart box, Abel said as he kicked a branch into the fading bonfire. He doesn’t feel the cold himself, so Abel keeps the bonfire even though he doesn’t have to make it.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Huh.”

“Being immortal, I said I had to tear the thread of fate or something from my heart.”

“Yep.”

I replied sarcastically, put the box in, and pulled out the book I borrowed from the temple—but I wondered if I could return it. It was a book about the legend of Solar and a book about curses.

“Then I don’t think there’s any need to fix it.”

What is he saying? I doubted my ears. You’ve been going through a lot of hard work up until now, but I’m trying to make you immortal. You look like you’re going to beat it. I answered back with a serious look.

“What are you talking about? I need to fix it.”

“……”

“It doesn’t have to be you, but I’ll find someone to fix it. Don’t worry, I’ll find it.”

Abel cut off his words and I went through books on curses, but Abel was too quiet. No, it was acoustically quiet. The atmosphere was very noisy.

“…how are you sure of that?”

I couldn’t stand the shivering of even the trees, so when I looked up, the red eyes were in front of my nose. Before the volcano eruption. Before the volcano eruption. From experience, I knew that look very well, so I quickly squeezed out an excuse.

“Intuition! Yes, it’s intuition. The intuition of someone who sees the thread of fate or something like that. Anyway, trust me.

“You’re always like that! Damn it. What the hell are you looking at?”

I flinched and took my eyes off the red thread I was looking at without realizing it. Abel hates me seeing the heart. Even though he couldn’t see the red thread, he was incredibly sensitive, as if he knew I was looking at it.

“Sorry. I’m trying to fix it.”

“It’s not just the gaze!!!”

Abel suddenly exploded. The trees screamed in fear at the death of the raging reaper. It felt like I was hit by a typhoon.

“……You never looked at me properly. Did you think I didn’t know?”

Abel, who pushed me, raised his head with high pressure. Abel’s expression was cool with the appalling backlight.

“You seem to have been looking at someone other than me for a long time! Tell me. Who are you thinking of when you look at me?”

“……”

“Who the hell are you looking at?!”

His energy was raging and the tree behind me shriveled to death. Even though I knew it wouldn’t do any harm to me, I was terrified of it, so I couldn’t fathom the momentum. I swallowed dry saliva and barely spoke.

“Abel. Wait a minute. Calm down.”

“Really? I dealt with even the same monsters, and I stayed quiet in that town for fear that you might get in trouble. How long do I have to endure it?”

Did you endure it? For a moment, the back of my head throbbed in pain. Either way, Abel grabbed my cheek and clenched his teeth.

“You’re the only one who pushes my patience this far. Human.”

He brought up a word he had never said before. I still couldn’t get out of the shock. I thought that Abel’s personality was being changed, and that he was changing to be mellow in contrast to the original work. He just said he was holding on. My head shook at the shock.

Abel, who was staring at my expression on him, raised the corners of his lips. The red corners of his lips are rising over the pale cheeks, and the way it rises is eerily beautiful. Abel stroked my chin with his hand and pressed his mouth to my ear. My ears felt soggy and wet, and the power of the reaper made me tighten my body. There was no way to escape.

“Don’t test me. You’re not looking at me, so what else can I endure? …Don’t you feel the same way I do?”

Is it time to admit it now? At the whispering addition, thump, something sinks. My eyes widened and I was speechless, and Abel grabbed my chin with her gentle hand. Whether it was fear or embarrassment, my heart raced like crazy. Abel twisted his chin in front of my nose and looked arrogantly at me.

Abel, who I recently photographed his beauty, was breathtakingly sculptural. As much as I dare not touch. Yes. He wasn’t mine in the first place. I thought, panting my breath, tired of fear or beauty. Only the female lead can break Abel’s curse. I can’t fix Abel with my abilities, which are her fake.

Whether he liked it or not, Abel had to meet the female lead, and he had to win her favor. But what if I accept Abel now? It reminded me of the original plot, which continued straight after being twisted by my intervention. Indeed, if Abel goes on like this, he will die at the hands of the male lead, Asand, just like the original story. I was afraid of that. I was afraid that it would become irreversible forever. It seemed that all the efforts i had made in the past would be in vain.

“You seem to be mistaken because I kissed you that day.”

So I took another step back. I couldn’t stand the aftermath.

“That was the purpose of treatment.”

“…then you still think so?”

Do what you want. It was when Abel, whose eyes suddenly changed, grabbed my chin roughly and was about to hit my lips.

“Hey. That’s enough of the love fight, right?”

What the hell? Abel, who paused, rarely brought swear words to his mouth. When I turned around, I saw a monster in a bizarre shape in the dark forest. And there was a man in a fancy-looking suit standing there.

“How dare you intervene. Do you want to die?”

Abel wrinkled his brow in disturbed anger, and I wrinkled my brow in shock. They were none other than a group of villains, Asura and Caesar of Apocalypse.

Caesar, who looked like a human in a well-dressed suit, said.

“I’m sorry, but you, the demigod. We have something to do with that person.”