Chapter 406 - A Gift from the Past (1/2)
Chapter 406: A Gift from the Past
Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Pranav
As someone who had traveled to many places, I’d trodden across thethe sights, but I obtained es Perhaps this was the reason for the “Treader” word in my Ice Treader Soul Istretch of pure snohite Amid this vastness stood a colossal snowywas difficult It was a forbidden zone that lacked both color and life, a location with nothing else, but it was there I learned how to let go of lorious as e about abandonment and self-exile Within that land of snohere it was nigh impossible to tell the earth and sky apart, I abandoned h tribulations, surrounded by this frigid, hostile climate I dreamed, but at the same time, I was at the border of death
“…Why is this world so harsh? I just want to live a good life—is that too much to ask? Why is it so difficult to just live life? Why do brave warriors who sacrifice everything still lose their families and homes and even have their names tarnished after death? Are there really no fairy tales in real life? Are all good people supposed to go to hell? Is all of this , why not punish ether with me?”
Past meret towards or apologetic to wouldn’t let o Vicious slander wouldn’t leave my ears
“It’s all your fault If it wasn’t for an arrogant, ridiculous transrator like you, hoould our country possibly perish?”
“The Twin Stars of Misfortune? No—no—no—the only misfortune is you, the outsider who took over our prince’s body It’s all your fault, you jinxer! You caused our people to be slaughtered!”
“It’s all your fault! Why are you the only person who survived? Why aren’t you co down to hell to join us…?”
The faces, which had been warly by hatred and anger They would appear in s now curses and vile words, left for ht! Why am I still alive? Gods, why am I the only one still alive! I want to die! Let ed to htmarish days I had no clear concept of memory and time If I looked back on the past noould see memories in tatters All I could remember was the snohite and coldness
It was possible I didn’t even h Perhaps I had sunk into utter insanity Maybe ood luck and coincidence helped pull me back from endless madness
Maybe I was half-sane and half-insane When I was insane, I would curse the unfairness of the world When I was sane, I would curse ether in a confusion concoction, so and distorted insanity Perhaps this was the ical explanation for why my memories from that time were in such shreds
But no ain ic and reason told me that all these people trustedHow could they possibly regret believing in ht’s heart is like an iron castle, pure and untainted I actually felt that they’d regret following reatest possible insult to them I truly a loyalty and trust…”
Even though I regained my sanity, I chose to live alone in that icy location I faced s ahts
“If only I could have schemed better, been more sly, been more shameless, been more vicious… perhaps I wouldn’t have failed…”
I was someone who used to love lively crowds, but I slowly fell in love with the icy, cold quiet in that swathe of snow That was because I learned that when at a brink, passionate eless Only with cal under pressure could one save oneself I desired to freeze my emotions there
“If a wish of er in this mountain I shall never lose control of er and regret theer? They’reer, I curse being passionate I wish to become a cold observer; forever steadfast, ier Instead, two soul shards appeared on er and passion I became a solitary traveler on that icy mountain; a lone treader a the real a foundation to reach the peak of power
Perhaps I truly did acco soeddon coldly and dispassionately, foreverrational decisions with utter calmness Or perhaps I was so off his own soul shards, a crazy person who only believed that he had calret it That was uilt was soret—”
A powerful light flashed through my eyes as tears—real tears—streamed down my cheeks My pillowside was drenched wet
“It’s this dreaazed out theand saw a sun and on World From their positions, it was dawn
“Do you often have this drea elf was perched atop my pillow Her silky, shi+ny hair covered the entire bed, and the indentations on the bed showed that she had used the laps of her white, tender legs as a pillow for ant—was a rare one of worry and care, while her red little face was tinged with a shy blush
I shookaway the liquid of weakness on my face to the corner With a shake of etic and youthful Roland returned!
“No, as they’re things I’ve already forgotten But for so this dream this week… By the ho are you supposed to be? How did you get in? Are you trying to ruin my reputation? I’ve already said that I’ht then The worry on her little face instantly transforround her teeth and pounced on ? You’re Harloys? Ehh—aren’t you supposed to be a cat?”
This was best evidence of the fact that when a person wakes up, their y and theircertain people at critical times could prove to be a very fatal mistake…
“Ohhh—now I remember! I’m so sorry, Harloys! I was in a bit of a daze after just waking up Stop biting !”