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

90 – Reunion (3)

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After a long time of rolling around in the cold air and on the grass, the sweet time finally regained was more ecstatic than Sylvia could have imagined or hoped for.

Sylvia looked at Ash’s sleeping face.

It had been a long time since they had reunited, but perhaps it was because she was tired from fixing her roof all day, or maybe it was because Sylvia’s arms were so cozy after such a long time, Ash tried his best to lift her eyelids somehow. But I eventually fell asleep.

However, Sylvia did not feel that Ash was mean.

Looking at Ash’s sleeping face was also a very important part of her daily life with him, something she longed for.

She smiled happily as she stroked Ash’s hair as he let out a light breath.

I got it back.

Barely.

The loneliness that he had barely endured before meeting Ash, even though he suffered from nightmares and suicidal thoughts that would never achieve his goal, grew to an unbearable level the moment he came to Sylvia’s side and then disappeared again.

This pain, this loneliness, this solitude.

While she was with Ash, she gradually stopped feeling it, and now these terrible inner demons that she thought were gone for good turned out to be just hiding deep inside her.

On the contrary, they attacked Sylvia with her body, which was even bigger than before, as if she had been increasing her strength.

Sylvia was slowly going crazy during her last days spent without her Ash.

Silvia, who lacked the concept of time, could only feel time the way she felt, and for Sylvia, the current situation was like being trapped in an eternal hell with no idea when it would end.

Desire for affection, desire for relationships.

After tasting it, the desire of a dog-like body grows hot from time to time without you even noticing, and soon starts tickling your lower abdomen and between your legs like crazy.

Any desire, any desire.

No, even the smallest wish could not come true for Sylvia.

Even though I was lying in a large forest, I felt as if my whole body was tightly tied up.

In the end, the only thing she was able to relieve even a little bit was her desire for self-destruction.

Even that didn’t feel that cool because of this cursed body that doesn’t allow for either death or serious injury, but just the sight of her constantly moving her arms and legs, cutting down everything in sight. This was the only outlet she had.

The more tired she is, the more blood splatters on her face,

Every time she reaches out and rips out the hearts of monsters,

The demons inside Sylvia quieted down.

Of course, they were never satisfied and disappeared.

Every time Sylvia, whose greatest deviation was simply to leave herself covered in blood, expressionlessly wiping her face covered in gooey blood, felt that terrible feeling, like nobles looking down at gladiators with their arms folded. All they heard was that they laughed at Sylvia and silenced her for a moment.

It was miserable.

Why is catching monsters the only way to satisfy oneself at all?

It ended up like this because the Demon King cursed it, but it would have been better if it had been ruined to the point where it couldn’t fight anymore.

It would have been better if she had turned herself into a weak girl and had been torn apart by monsters and suffered countless helpless deaths.

Then, I could have stopped this miserable struggle.

All kinds of bizarre thoughts filled Sylvia.

Is it because she is a warrior?

Does the fateful name of a warrior make one constantly struggle?

I wanted to stop.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to lose.

She wanted to be Ash’s woman, not a hero.

Sylvia felt as if she had returned to her childhood.

She kills her opponent without knowing why she fights, and if she survives, she fights again the next week, and if she survives, again the week after that.

The twisted sneers of her training instructors, who were watching her struggle for her life from a high point above her, spread through her mind.

The owner simply changed from noble to inner.

His name simply changed from soldier to warrior.

The opponent just changed from her colleagues to demons.

Sylvia was still caught up in a life of competition and struggle.

It felt like her love with Ash was just a passing dream of hers.

It felt like such happiness was not allowed in her life.

However, even more so,

Her only salvation was Ash, who could free her.

There was only Ash’s love.

A few days ago,

Silvia, who was swimming slowly through this terrible time that she did not know how long it would last, spat out the phlegm that filled her throat.

When I spit it out, it wasn’t her phlegm, but the sticky blood of a monster that I didn’t know when had entered my mouth.

Although she had not felt it, she felt very uncomfortable after seeing the blood with her own eyes.

Not only did she feel uncomfortable that her mouth was dirty and dirty, but it also felt like her throat was being irritated by the terrible smell.

Now that I think about it, when was the last time she drank water?

Was it a week ago, a month ago, or half a year ago?

She couldn’t remember very well.

I don’t even know when the water bottle disappeared.

Oh, did it disappear when the cabin burned down?

Sylvia let out a dry cough for a moment and slowly took her steps.

“Now that I think about it, there was a lake nearby.”

She mumbled and walked towards the lake she had once gone to with Ash.

And she found it.

“Ash.”

She was clearly visible even though she was wearing a mask.

Instinct, no, it could be said to be a new kind of curse.

No matter how much she covered her face, Sylvia could recognize Ash.

“Ah…”

However, Sylvia could not approach him, nor could she open her mouth anymore.

This was because she saw an unfamiliar woman following Ash into the cabin.

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It was one of the most painful nights in her life, filled with terrible experiences and terrible nightmares.

She still couldn’t take a sip of water, but her throat was no longer burning with thirst but with intense jealousy and anger.

A pain that could not be explained in any words, any writing, or any language in the world gnawed at her head.

There were no windows on the front, so you couldn’t see inside, but a faint light was coming from between the cracks in the trees of the poorly built building.

I don’t know if it was a bonfire, or if someone was constantly moving around inside, but the light between the trees kept flickering.

Sylvia bit down so hard that her molars broke.

I guess the reason I wore the mask was to avoid transferring the curse to that woman.

Just like me when I first met Ash.

What on earth are they doing inside?

I wanted to storm into that cabin right now, slaughter the damn woman who had taken her place, tear her body into pieces, and feed it to Ash.

However, Sylvia could not move.

If you burst into the cabin and see two people stuck together,

If Ash tries to protect that woman instead of himself,

At that moment, Sylvia decided that she would never be able to stay sane.

She could be sure that something, a pain she had never experienced before, was coming.

He was already suffering from a curse and wondered what could be worse since he could not die, but he was certain that something harsh would happen that would cause him to suffer forever for the rest of his life, which he was not sure how long it would last. For some reason, it kept springing up.

Maybe,

Really maybe,

“I might kill Ash.”

Sylvia stayed up all night staring at the cabin with open eyes. At dawn, when she was sure everyone was asleep, she carefully went down to the lakeside and quenched her thirst.

No matter how much I drink, my thirst does not go away.

The harsh heat radiating from this swollen heart that was about to burst did not subside.

At that time,

The woman left the cabin.

Sylvia slowly sighed and felt relieved.

The woman’s attire was not disheveled at all.

Breathing and walking are the same as yesterday.

There was no sign of joy or shame.

“I am Babonga.”

If you think about it a little, you can understand this fact.

Ash was not one to hastily allow herself to someone who could not even see her bare face.

In addition, the woman was wearing sacred white armor with many religious decorations.

He must be a warrior of the Goddess religion.

There is no way for a religious person to easily fall into carnal desires.

“… I was worried for no reason.”

Apparently, by chance, a stranger got lost in this forest and stayed the night at Ash’s cabin.

This forest, which was already hellish, was filled with demon energy, so even the strongest warrior would need a place to rest for a night.

I just found this place by chance and went to sleep.

Certainly, it will be so.

Sylvia spent the last night with her anxious heart, and she felt very ashamed of herself.

She didn’t trust Ash, and even though she was tormented by her disturbing imagination, she couldn’t boldly go in and take him away.

Ever since she met Ash, it seemed like all her courage had disappeared somewhere.

Sylvia entered Ash’s cabin.

There was only one desk left loosely inside, and no furniture was visible.

Ash was sleeping in the inner room.

The first thing I saw of Ash in a long time was her sleeping shivering with her whole body curled up because of the cold.

That sight is so sad and heartbreaking.

Silvia quietly left her cabin again.

Since it was her first time meeting for a long time, she did not want to appear empty-handed in front of Ash.

“Leather, you can get it.”

After the demon energy was inundated, the number of animals in the forest decreased noticeably, but there were still some animals that remained.

She might have to move around a bit, but there was nothing she wouldn’t do for Ash.

Sylvia walked out of the lake and disappeared between the bushes again.

She thought that the forest she wandered through every day looked somehow beautiful today.

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She searched for game all day, but she only caught two roe deer.

She wanted skin, not meat, so even though she tried to hunt as many as she could, she only managed to hunt two.

Moreover, it was already deep into the night.

The meat was so thick with dark magic that it was inedible.

Silvia had no choice but to take only her skin and return to the lakeside.

What should I say?

How should she say her first greeting to Ash, whom she hasn’t seen in such a long time?

Her steps toward the lakeside were very light.

Why did she disappear, why did she run away, and if she wasn’t dead, why didn’t she come back to me.

Resentment began to bloom in my heart, but it quickly subsided.

Who cares?

Now we meet again.

When you’re busy loving, where can you find time to resent?

She rather said back then that she was at fault.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

It was my fault for taking my eyes off Ash, who was sick and weak.

And I will never make the same mistake again.

She arrived at the lakeside with that promise.

“…”

The woman I saw yesterday was entering Ash’s cabin again.

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