I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

81 – Pleading

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If there is one element that remains to make Sylvia, whose sense of time has deteriorated, even a little bit aware of the passage of time, it would definitely be the change of seasons.

Even Sylvia, who doesn’t count each day and just passes by in a daze, was able to notice changes in the weather and environment.

Sylvia shivered slightly as the cold wind blew against her.

Before we knew it, fall was in full swing, with a fairly chilly wind blowing.

Perhaps in a few days, she will be able to breathe out of her mouth.

Sylvia slowly lowered her gaze.

“…After,”

Sylvia let out a sigh and slowly lowered her hips, plopping down on the large, bleeding corpse of the monster lying at her feet.

Not only below her, but also around her were filled with the corpses of countless monsters and the blood flowing from those corpses.

After the magical energy was filled, the monsters became active like fish in water, and their numbers also increased significantly.

Sylvia slaughtered all those monsters.

She can’t even remember when she last slept.

It must have been from the day Ash disappeared.

“… Ha,”

Sylvia let out her sigh mixed with laughter.

It was a cold ridicule directed at herself.

She resented her own complacency terribly.

I may not sleep, I may be tired, but I will not die.

Although she knew that fact well, she had become so accustomed to falling asleep next to Ash that she fell asleep as a habit.

If she had been awake, would she have been able to prevent Ash from disappearing?

Sylvia shook her head to get out of her thoughts.

Now there was work to be done.

The sword had to be cleaned before it got damaged.

She slowly took the cloth out of her arms and wiped the blood and fat from her sword.

It was a piece of cloth cut from the pants she was wearing.

All the cloth except the clothes she was wearing were burned, so she had no choice but to find a cloth to clean the sword with.

Her armor had melted in the flames that consumed her hut, rendering her unwearable, so she wore only a thin tunic that barely covered her knees.

Since she had no clothes to protect her body, the number of injuries increased.

Of course, no matter how sharp the monster’s claws were or how vicious the monster’s poison was, she could not take her life.

It was because her demon lord’s curse protected Sylvia, but it was also because she was basically not one to be attacked by her demons.

But, no matter how much she was Sylvia, her bruises increased every day, and she often got scratches.

But Sylvia didn’t care one bit.

All she cared about was killing all the monsters in this forest.

That way, Ash, who is hiding somewhere, will be safe.

“…Ash.”

How long has it been since Ash disappeared?

I don’t know exactly, but at least one season must have passed.

As Sylvia made that decision, she looked up at the sky blankly.

The sky seen through the thickly grown trees looked unusually high.

“…Let’s quickly clean it, the blade has worn out a lot so I need to sharpen it.”

Silvia muttered as she slowly touched the blade of her sword through her cloth, then slowly lowered her head and busily moved her hands.

Among the monsters I hunted last time, there was a wolf with obsidian claws.

Obsidian was the perfect abrasive for sharpening the blade of a sword.

Sharpen your sword, wander aimlessly, and kill all the monsters you see.

Clean the knife again, walk around and kill the monster.

This was Sylvia’s routine recently.

Sylvia didn’t remember exactly, but she had actually been spending almost the same amount of time as she had spent her days with Ash.

The happy times with Ash come to mind so easily when you put your mind to it.

Even if I try not to remember it, the day Ash disappeared keeps coming to mind.

Even though she was sick, tired, hungry, and heavily addicted to magic, the driving force that kept Sylvia moving was those two memories.

“Where are you now…”

She didn’t believe Ash was dead.

No, I didn’t want to believe it.

Because his corpse has not yet been captured in these cursed red eyes.

Because I haven’t seen him dead yet.

I searched all over the area, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.

Ash literally disappeared.

As if every day I spent with him was a hallucination.

I wonder if he is dead.

Will I not go crazy when I see the dead Ash?

If Ash is resurrected as an undead, will I be able to kill him like he burned Lila?

Numerous worries and questions came over Sylvia.

In the end, she forcibly strengthened her will, which seemed to keep breaking, and strengthened her resolve by channeling her barely-squeezed courage into her heart, and she set out to find Ash, but,

Even though we searched a few hundred meters from the place where Ash disappeared, we could not find any traces of Ash anywhere.

She tried to return to Millwood Village just in case, but only the dry ash greeted her.

To be honest, Sylvia honestly wondered if she was crazy.

Is Ash a real person?

Maybe it’s just a miserable fantasy created by my poor brain dying alone in this forest.

In human terms, is it possible for a boy to be that kind, good at cooking, cute, and s*xy?

No, more than that, does it make sense that there are people who so obediently accept such a gloomy situation as not being able to go outside of this forest from now on?

I couldn’t help but think that way.

However, the graves of Lyla and the five priests discovered in the now charred ruins of Millwood Village clearly proved that Ash was not the fantasy lover created by Sylvia’s miserable imagination.

Ash definitely existed.

No, what am I thinking?

It still exists.

Sylvia moved her hand, which had stopped before she knew it, and muttered softly.

“… I don’t know anything about why demonic energy was created or where you went… Still,”

Silvia slowly took out her obsidian claws from within her and trimmed the tip of her sword as she spoke.

“This is how I live. Ash. “This is… what I can do for you.”

As she traced her obsidian claws along the edge of her sword, her dazzling sparks burst out.

Sylvia muttered, recalling a conversation she once had with Ash.

Her voice was soft, as if Ash was right in front of her.

“I told you that you should take care of your sword regularly, almost immediately after using it… Remember? “It’s done this way.”

At that time, her relationship with Ash was still awkward, so she had nothing to talk about.

Realizing that he was interested in her story of her own adventures, Sylvia spoke with uncharacteristic excitement when her specialty came up.

That day, she was talking about weapon management and maintenance for a while, and suddenly she looked at Ash with an expression of disappointment, wondering if the other person was just excitedly talking about something they had no interest in.

Fortunately, Ash looked at Sylvia with her excited expression.

The relief she felt at that moment was still vivid, and Sylvia burst into laughter without even realizing it.

“…I want to talk to you again.”

Sylvia’s hands slowly slowed down again.

Her mind was already filled with Ash’s smiling face.

Silvia slowly closed her eyes, inhaling through her nose the bloody scent that filled all of her.

She was not bothered by the smell of her blood.

No, she actually felt happy when she smelled her blood.

When she lived with Ash, the smell of her blood was like a token of happy times.

On days when the game was covered in blood, Ash always welcomed Sylvia with a big smile and served her a delicious dish made from her freshly caught meat.

The day he killed the monster bear that had been harassing Ash by cutting it in half, he cried cutely and sobbed in Sylvia’s arms.

Even on the day when Ash killed someone and covered her whole body with her blood, she came to him at night and begged him to sleep with her.

In this way, the thick and strong smell of her blood always brought sweet moments with Ash.

That may also be why Sylvia keeps killing monsters.

Someday, Ash will reward himself.

“I have to ask you to do it inside.” Yes, this time she worked hard enough to ask for that much.”

Sylvia smiled sadly and laughed.

All she had been doing was hunting monsters like crazy, but today, the memories of her last summer with Ash slowly passed through her mind.

Although this summer was not hotter than last summer, it was still an unusually hot summer.

It wasn’t the weather, but the time she spent with Ash was hot and intense.

Sylvia blushed as she felt her lower stomach pounding.

“Ash… Haa…”

Wouldn’t it be nice to take some time like this sometimes?

Just thinking about Ash makes me so happy.

Sylvia thought so and put her obsidian claws into her arms.

The well-maintained blade of the sword sparkled like a razor-sharp blue blade.

As Sylvia’s red eyes reflected on the side of her sword, the smile on her face slowly faded.

The face reflected in the sword seemed to be speaking.

Where is the time for this?

What if Ash is targeted by a monster?

She hasn’t even been found yet, so what are you talking about?

Just as you abandoned your soldiers, colleagues, friends, and even Maria, are you trying to survive alone?

Silvia put down her sword with a stern look on her face without saying a word.

“… It’s okay to take your time at this level…”

The air is cold.

Is it because the weather is cold, because my body is weak, or because my clothes are thin?

The extremely cool air slowly sank through the tree branches, cooling Sylvia’s body, which was heated by memories of Ash.

Sylvia’s lips twisted.

She dropped her sword to the floor and grabbed her own face.

Hot tears wet Sylvia’s palms, so much so that it felt as if the heat that had been warming her entire body was escaping through her eyes.

I’m so sad.

Because it’s so painful.

Because I’m so lonely.

Words that should never have been spoken lingered in her mouth and eventually flowed out between twisted lips.

“Because… I know the truth.”

I want to die.

I want to die by being torn apart by the monster’s claws.

I want to struggle and die, poisoned by the poison that penetrated my wound.

I want to die while suffering from hunger.

I wish my body, unable to sleep, would twist from fatigue and die.

“I want to lose. Now, I don’t want to… I don’t want to be a warrior or something. “I… I want to die too.”

Sylvia finally brought out her true feelings deep within her heart.

“Because, you’re not here…”

Seriously.

No, the truth.

“No matter what I do… You can’t come back… Me!”

Sylvia’s voice cracked.

As her heart already is.

“I know… I know…”

These eyes.

If I pluck out these damn red eyes, will I be able to end this disgusting life?

Ha, is that possible?

There is no way these eyes could be plucked out so easily.

I know because I tried it a long time ago.

“But, I can’t go to you… Because I can’t go…”

Sylvia begged very softly in a voice that was no different from the sound of metal.

“Ash please come… Please…”

A strange wind blew from somewhere.

A fragrant lemon-scented breeze.

But Sylvia didn’t care.

The wind only chilled her skin, which did not even have a zippered collar.

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