Mob Yandere - Chapter 148.3

[Part 3/4]

“I don’t know! All I set was the passphrase, and mimicking this kind of direct seal…!?”

I interrogated Aoi with a hint of frustration, and she seemed just as bewildered. It shattered my hopes. It meant that the possibility of it being her seal was lost.

“Then, then, why… darn it, those guys!”

Confusion washed over me, and I finally faced the reality of being trapped. The head of the servants and the medic indeed agreed to exchange the spirit fruit. However, they never specified the conditions. Somewhere along the line after the agreement, they must have attached these seals, didn’t they…!?

“Damn it!! I should have killed that scum right in front of me!!!!”

Just to let out my anger, I shout. I had no choice but to shout. But then, somehow, my thoughts cooled down, and I was brought back to reality. My mind spins quickly.

(Damn it!! What should I do!? What should I do!? What on earth should I do…!!?)

Should I go back right away and try to undo what he did? No, I don’t even know if he’s alive. At worst, I might encounter that arm or other monsters. If I can’t be sure that the one I abandoned will follow, Hisame’s strength…!! Damn it!? Did I make the wrong choice again!?

“Aoi!? Anything, do you have anything…!!?”

I asked Aoi, who knows much more about Curse Art than I do, for help. I had no shame. Even if she was younger. I was prepared to grovel and even lick her feet if it meant saving Hisame. If that’s what it takes…! However, Aoi’s expression was stern.

“…It won’t work. This seal is powerful. No matter how much you try, you won’t be able to break it. If it were me in my peak… but, I’m sorry. In the current state, it’s still impossible.”

Shaking her head, the words spoken were not what I had expected, not even a fragment of hope. Unwillingly, they were words of apology.

“Ugh! So annoying! I don’t want to hear those words at all!”

“Huh!?”

I shouted in anger without thinking. Shouting, I pushed Aoi down and unreasonably threatened her, grabbing her by the nape of her neck.

“Think! You need to think of something! You’re a genius, you should be able to do it! Come up with something quickly! Think of something!”

I yelled, yelled, and yelled. I demanded, I pleaded, and I begged. I was desperate. After coming this far, finally, and yet… this, this is just too much, isn’t it!?

“No, stop, Tomo…”

“Huh!? No, no, no! This, this is…!?”

Looking up at the terrified expression of the child before me, I realized the foolishness of my actions too late. I quickly backed away.

“No, it’s not like that. But, but…!?”

Even with that, my rage couldn’t be contained. I knew how much my outburst was just lashing out, but I couldn’t hold it back. There was no way I could.

“But, but…!!?”

I clutched my head, trying to keep the direction of this emotion from anyone, trying to hold it inside. My face twisted in misery. It felt like my head was completely mixed in a blender. Swamped by self-blame, anger, and despair, I had become unsure of what to do, what to prioritize. Oh, sh*t! I can’t think straight…!!?

…Suddenly, someone tugged at my sleeve. I turned around and saw the figure of a junior who looked up at me weakly.

From her darkening eyes, her vitality had definitely receded.

“!? Hisame!? It’s okay! I’ll heal it, I’ll heal it right away! So, just a little more, just a little more wait, okay?”

I moved closer to Hisame. And I encouraged her. I apologized. I spoke words of hope and comforted her relentlessly.

“It’s okay…”

I held my breath. Her response sent me into endless despair.

“Hisame, don’t give up… okay? There’s still hope, right? Don’t break down, okay…?”

“It’s already fine. It’s all just karma.”

“Karma… What do you mean?”

As I pondered her feeble words, baffled, I sensed what she was trying to say. Who could claim that this mission she had undertaken was her first?

Who could say that she hadn’t killed anyone before this?

“Even so…!?”

I struggled to reply desperately, but I can’t find the words to say and continue to struggle. Her arm, which was cold and covered with blood, touched my cheek.

“Sister’s… words… forget them.”

Hisame uttered words that tormented me, stringing together words in a desperate attempt to console.

“You told me to forget… There’s no way I can do that, right?”

Desperately, I refused. There was no way I could do such an ungrateful thing. It would be a betrayal, ingratitude, and beyond low. Still, the dying girl quietly shook her head.

“It’s okay…”

“Is it really okay, even though it’s your sister’s dying wish?”

“Maybe… because I wanted it to be that way until the end…?”

She coughed weakly, and I hurriedly held Hisame to prevent her from choking. Her feeble, rough breaths touched my scorched chest, where the skin had been burned by hellfire.

…Her body within my arms felt extremely cold in contrast. I thought it was because of my own body. It was as if she were made of ice.

“Hisame…”

“Please, at least… grant me a wish… okay?”

Hisame pleaded weakly. It was a request born out of the desire not to die alone, at the very least. A modest and sincere wish to be bid farewell by someone.

…The same wish her big sister had made in her final moments.

“Hisame… Hisame…”

“…”

I found myself clutching the crumbling palm of her hand without realizing it. It overlapped with that time and failure, but I couldn’t resist. I kept repeating her name like a delirium, again and again. Not as Hisame, the assassin, but as Hisame, my junior.

I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. Inwardly, I worried that it might be an act of denying her life. I feared that it might not be the calling she wished for.

…But at the very least, she didn’t seem to mind, quietly accepting the name I kept muttering.

And so, I continued to embrace her, the one I could never save, over and over.

“…?”

Completely, I distance myself away from her fragile, ice-cold body. I wiped away the tears that had been flowing like a waterfall without me realizing. I muttered softly.

“What’s… wrong? What… happened?”

A vast emotion suddenly became empty. Her name and memories had melted away like the morning mist. I could see, but I couldn’t recognize her final expression. I could do nothing but stand there bewildered.

Anger and sadness, just moments ago overflowing within me, have now lost their anchor and left me feeling empty…

“…”

“…Aoi?”

I turned my gaze towards her. The young child I was supposed to protect continued to stare at me with an indescribable look in her eyes…

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The Onitsuki family’s hidden cursed spear, ‘Asatsuyu San (Morning Dew (朝露散)).’ The spear that was once kept in the treasure vault of the demons that nested in the valley… its potential effects include… obstructing the recognition of the target.

Those who die from the spear’s wound have their memories and existence forgotten by those closest to them. The only one who retains the complete memory of the person they killed is the one who committed the murder.

Truly, it is a cowardly and despicable assassination curse-tool that the Onitsuki family has kept hidden even from the imperial court.

Due to the paucity of examples of its use, there are no documents that document the extent to which feelings of having nowhere to go affect the psyche of those who are particularly strongly affected.

At the very least, it was certain that it would not bring any good influence.

…When you curse someone, there will be two holes. But who is truly cursed?

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“…”

And then, how many hours had passed? Carrying a young child on my back, clad in a coat, I walked.

“…”

I walked, walked, and walked. Relentlessly moving forward, continuing to advance. I placed the bewildering remains of someone I didn’t even know to rest. I averted my eyes from the empty hole. Urged on by something. Turning away from the numerous sacrifices I had discarded to push forward, all for the sake of doing what I could. At least, to save this young child who could still be saved.

So that I wouldn’t be crushed by the “now”…