Chapter 89 (2/2)
“In the dream, I was a father with a son He was a lovely son, and I felt like I could give everything in the world for him Then one day, I found out that my child was sick He was struck with a terminal illness that would slowly but surely lead to his death”
His face and voice were calm
“It was such a scary disease that I thought it was a 'promised death' My child's death was promised and no one could avoid it It was the worst illness that caused terrible pain that no one could bear That’s why I decided Rather than let ony, it was better for me to end his life”
The man closed his eyes
“But when I talked about this, everybody called me crazy This was because there were few people who know about the 'pro was for my child, but they didn't listen to me and exiled h isolation Noill ask”
They couldn't figure out what he would ask Crockta listened closely
The man asked, “What do you think about me in the dream?”
It was a coht or wrong, but wondered what they thought about him Crockta touched his chin It felt like a test, just like the fights they encountered as they passed through the Black Forest If so, was this man the hermit of the Black Forest and was this the ultimate test?
The first one to ansas Anor “It is too much Even if your child is sick… what if your child wants to live for longer? Wanting to kill…maybe talk to your child…”
”A child wouldn't understand what the 'pro to cause him pain just because of the future?”
“What about the child? Even if it is painful, the child could want to live more…
“A child wouldn't understand it”
“What…”
“How terrible the pain is”
”……”
“Is that the end of your answer?”
Anor wasn't able to say anything more and closed his mouth
Tiyo replied next, “You are foolish in your dream dot!”
“Why?”
“Anyway, life is about being alone! If there is the promised death, that is your son's share You don't need to kill hi in his fate!”
“Hrmm, is it like that?”
”That's right dot”
“You don't understand the dream”
“What are you saying dot!”
“My son fell in the water If the child droill you let that be the child's share?”
”That is a different story dot!”
“It is the same story”
Tiyoto himself
Noas Crockta's turn The hermit of the Black Forest looked at Crockta He seeht carefully
The promised death Somehow, it was a familiar notion It was si at his waist and the orc's story about the na about felt like a dream
Those ere desperate always had the same reason
“It was scary”
Crockta spoke up The hermit of the Black Forest shook his head
“No, the child didn't understand it”
“Not the child”
Crockta looked at the hermit of the Black Forest It was an es could be found Like a doll Within the dark eyes that didn't show any contrast, was there a human mind that he could sympathize with?
“You were scared”
At that moment, the herain
Crockta continued speaking, “In a world where you can't understand the pro with fear when you discovered your child's ending”
”……”
“You trembled with fear as you understood the true reality, and spent ic decision for your child” Crockta closed his eyes “Just you”
He was a soldier fighting on the front lines Therefore, he often went to a counselor to have his mental state checked In the process, it was easy to know their consultation strategy There was the first step that the counselor had to take when dealing with clients It was to build up rapport! The building of h empathy!
Crockta said with tearful eyes, “You must've been very lonely Really…”
Then Crockta squinted at the hermit's expression The here
damn, it was a failure The y,
Churuk!
A tear flowed from the hermit's eyes
“……!”
The expression still looked like ice but tears were flowing down froe and stuttered
”Ah…”
He caught a teardrop with his fingertips and stared at it He was still expressionless, but he so
His eyes turned to Crockta again Crockta felt like an intense scorer who broke past the goalkeeper and finished the game smoothly
“I also can't understand the promised death But I can see that you had to make a really lonely and painful decision in your dream I am really sorry”
Then he stared up at the sky It was great directing
The hermit stared at Crockta's face Then he opened his mouth “Yes”
He waved his hand over his face and it becaic
“It would have been really painful and lonely”
The corners of the hermit's mouth sloent up It was a beautiful smile
“I'lad to know you”
He clapped and the landscape changed Crockta's party was petrified The scenery in front of thee castle
”My name is Gushantimur Travelers, welcome to my lair”
”…Oh my God”
[Oh my God]
The system was also filled with admiration
[I pay my respects to you, the one who has on Gushantimur!]
Praise the Orc:
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