She ran towards Fyrel, who was frozen on his knees. She checked his face, but his eyes had turned white, as if he were on the brink of death.
She shook Fyrel's body desperately. Why... why did you have to struggle so hard to save me?! She felt angry but heartbroken at the same time.
She hugged Fyrel tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Please... please... wake up, you idiot!!!!
Stop being so loud, old woman... A man's voice grumbled from above Sukatsu's head. Fyrel had awoken from the edge of death.
She looked up at his face, but in his vision, she was an old woman who had turned young again—and her breasts were pressed against Fyrel's chest, her tear-streaked face with snot dripping from her nose...
Calm down... calm down... Fyrel muttered inwardly. She's your mother-in-law... His face twisted in pain. Then suddenly, she hugged his face—now her breasts were smothering him.
Ahhh... Now I can die happy...
He tried to free himself from Sukatsu, who was hugging him tightly. He grabbed both of her hands, which were wrapped around him, and pulled them away from his body.
I've got something to do, sorry... Fyrel then ran off toward the giant creature frozen in time. He didn't know what to do with it.
Why aren't you using that necklace I gave you? That necklace was given to me by the Goddess, and it's like an inventory—it can store anything. Just say these words, and it will seal anything away: 'melior Luminiel ve mene losthiel.(bring Light to the lost) she explained to Fyrel.
What language is that...? It was the first time he had ever heard such words.
"O Elythar! Yth ve sylphion Sanctael'vael."
("O Heaven! I speak the Sacred Word.")
This is mostly the language used by angels...
He still can't understand it but look like he will need to learn it .. he try to speak what sukatsu teach him the word with pronunciation..
MEH-lee-or Loo-MIN-ee-el veh MEH-neh LOST-hee-el
The diamond on the necklace suddenly glowed a bright blue. Now, you need to make it touch the hand of that colossal creature, and it'll suck it inside.
Fyrel quickly pressed the diamond against the creature's hand, and the small glow exploded into a massive light, pulling the colossal being into the gem. In less than a second, the creature vanished without a trace.
Whew… That was awesome, you old hag! This is the best gift ever—and also… Fyrel's voice shifted into something more mocking, another burden I have to bear.
He then snapped his fingers, and time resumed. Haru, who had her eyes shut tight, Hwa, who was mid-sprint, and even the wind pressure from the creature's massive hand—everything suddenly lurched back into motion.
Hwa slammed into Haru, hugging her tightly in fear. They clung to each other for a long moment, as if nothing had even happened.
Open your eyes… Everything's fine now. Fyrel stood between them, relieved that the chaos was finally over—at least for today.
The two slowly opened their eyes, looking around. The colossal creature was gone, but the aftermath remained—fallen trees, shattered homes, including their own.
Mom… We're safe… Haru looked at Hwa, who nodded silently. Then, like little children, they burst into tears.
Sukatsu stood beside Fyrel, watching. She knew—even though everything was okay now, he wasn't. The pain he carried was like being stabbed by countless swords, and it would haunt him until the day he died.
Son… You really know how to hide your pain. Are you okay with that?
Fyrel simply nodded. I just want the two of them to be happy… Hmm, old hag, now that you look young, it's weird for you to call me 'son.'
Sukatsu teased him by nudging him lightly with her elbow. Didn't I tell you I'm beautiful? You better not take back what you said earlier. Should I go hunt for a new man now?
Fyrel shot her a disgusted look, but their eyes met—and they both burst out laughing.
You better find me a handsome future father-in-law.
Hahaha! Yeah, I will. Sukatsu then went to Hwa and Haru, guiding them to her house for the time being since theirs was nearly destroyed.
Hwa glanced back at Fyrel. You're not coming, dear? Don't get left behind.
Fyrel shook his head. You three go ahead. I'll grab a few things from the house first.
Don't be late, Father! Haru waved, already running toward Sukatsu's house.
Once they were far enough away, Fyrel staggered inside. The moment he crossed the threshold, his legs gave out. His face twisted in agony as he clutched his chest, pounding it frantically.
It hurts… It hurts…
He collapsed onto the floor, finally unleashing all the emotions he'd locked away.
The Dark Council
In a shadowy chamber dimly lit by candlelight, five black-robed figures sat around a stone table. One of them leaned in, whispering to the leader. When the whispers ceased, the robed figure slammed their fist onto the table, shattering it into floating fragments.
Nocturne is dead. That fool—I told them to just take her. They broke our pact. The voice dripped with venom. We need to change the plan and as for the one who killed them… let him be. Let his suffering be endless. A pause. Dismissed.
Four figures vanished into the darkness, leaving only the leader and their silent guard in the hollow silence.
..How intriguing.
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Not long after, Fyrel pushed himself off the floor and stumbled outside. The villagers had already begun repairs, working with eerie efficiency—as if this destruction were routine.
He wandered through the wreckage, observing, but froze when every villager he passed bowed deeply to him.
Hah. What now? Why the hell are they bowing?
Then, his eyes landed on a mask shop. Something about it drew him in. Without thinking, he stepped inside.
Cling… Cling… The shop's bell chimed as he pulled the door open.
Rows upon rows of masks hung from the walls—each one intricately carved, painted with haunting expressions, some grinning, some screaming. Yet, despite the crowded display… the counter stood empty.
Where's the shopkeeper?