'I have to hide.'
Julian was wandering in the darkness.
'So that no one can find me.'
He moved forward, forward, forward in a hurry, as if he were being chased by something.
Into the dark and deep.
To a place that was pushed into the abyss and ignored.
Misfortune. In the middle of it all, he couldn't tell if he was moving his body or if his thoughts were running wild.
His consciousness was unclear, and he was not seeing anything.
'I have to disappear.'
That way, everyone is safe.
'If only I weren't there.'
Wherever he touched, there was deep, deep misery.
A body made of hatred and pain.
A person who has been cursed since birth.
A young baby who deserves to be abandoned.
A voice buried in his subconscious, beyond his memory, called out to him.
Die! You devil! I didn't want you!
It was the voice of his mother, who died immediately after giving birth to him.
The accusation became a shame and led him deep into darkness.
He was ashamed of being alive.
He lay curled up in misery.
The space was filled with invisible, accusing gazes.
His shoulders hunched, and his body trembled.
A ray of light reached him from somewhere.
"Julian, it's me."
Julian let out a gasp, his breath caught in his throat.
A voice that clears your breath.
"I'm here. I'll cleanse you."
The darkness that had pricked him like a thorn now gently embraced him like a cradle.
Warm memories came flooding back.
"Who's there?"
"He's hurt! Call a doctor..!"
"If you don't treat it, he might die!"
The day hr was attacked by assassins and hid in an abandoned warehouse in a private house.
A kind girl who could not leave him despite harsh insults and rejection.
A bright energy that made him forget the dire misfortune for a moment.
At first, he was fascinated by that eerie, unidentifiable force.
He was increasingly moved by her persistent, gentle touch and care.
He kept her by his side. No, he stayed by her side.
"Can't you move now?"
"What's your name? Where are you from?"
"Why don't I know you? Then do you know me?"
The questions kept growing, and the innocent eyes kept getting bigger.
The only person who doesn't know his existence, the one everyone points a finger at and calls cursed.
"Why do you keep getting more and more annoying?"
"I apologize for being so harsh to you at first. I was just being considerate of you because you were a patient!"
The pranks have increased.
When he looked at those blue eyes that were glaring with a frown, he found himself smiling.
"Just say bad words! If you keep doing that, your mouth will get crooked."
The pointed expression was funny.
There's no reason to hide in that warehouse anymore.
Footsteps kept circling around the girl.
That clear laughter that tickled the depths of his heart was like sweet candy.
The more you eat, the more you crave it.
And then, when we finally said goodbye.
"You're not coming anymore?"
"Far? Where are you going?"
Eyes full of concern.
Tears welling up in her worries.
"Take care. Don't get hurt again."
Her lips, which opened their eyes wide to keep from shedding tears, poured out countless words of concern as sweet as sugar.
What made him feel so attached?
He's only been acting badly.
He felt sorry.
The kindness was addictive.
Even though he was living his daily life as before, he suffered from severe withdrawal symptoms.
She's someone who has nothing to do with him.
It's only dangerous to be around him.
What is he going to do if she keeps seeing him? What is he going to do if she keeps seeing him?
That kid won't come to see him anymore.
It doesn't make sense.
But when he suddenly found her again in the warehouse after many years, she was still waiting for him.
"I was wondering if you'd come back again. I was worried you'd end up injured and lying alone like last time."
"I just came here because I was wondering how you were doing."
It was only then that he realized.
That light had entered a life that had seemed dark.
The moments he spent with her were a relief, and he was happy all the time.
She was his salvation.
"I will never leave you again, Bridget.'
He made that promise.
That he loves someone. That the person he loves also loves him.
That in this world where he lives alone, he has a partner.
It was a miracle.
The only blessing that came to a life that was like a curse.
A dreamlike time. Every scene passed by one by one.
He hasn't forgotten a single thing.
She laughs, she cries, she frowns.
The person he decided to love.
A person for whom he wouldn't mind giving his life.
A person he couldn't help but love, no matter how much pain she caused him.
His one and only love.
'Bridget.'
Julian struggled in the darkness.
Her crying could be heard from somewhere.
He was groaning in pain.
'Bridget!'
Julian opened his eyes with a thud.
No, it was an eye that was originally open.
He was clearly awake, but it felt like he had woken up from sleep again.
"Brie... Bridget..."
He looked around for Bridget.
Julian could clearly hear her voice.
Then he suddenly stopped and froze.
"Ah..."
He saw her collapsed on the floor.
She was bleeding from her head.
"Ah..."
Julian looked down at his wet hands.
There was blood on it.
It was her blood.
"Bridget!!"
Again.
Something similar happened during the last riot.
Also.
He hurt her.
He didn't dare approach her.
His hands were shaking, and his legs were giving out.
Julian, who had collapsed, looked back and forth between the blood on his hands and the fallen Bridget.
He needs to make sure she's okay.
He was scared.
Closed eyes, pale face.
How long had he been lying there like that?
Why doesn't it happen?
Blood.
There's too much blood.
Julian couldn't bring himself to approach her and stepped back, his body trembling.
You can't go.
I have to go away.
I have to disappear...!
At that moment, magic surrounded his body again.
The vision flashed red.
The madness was about to begin again.
No.
If this continues, he will be driven mad, and he doesn't know what to do with her.
He felt dizzy.
His body tilted over.
He kept repeating that he could see the front, then he couldn't see it.
An animalistic cry escaped from his mouth regardless of his will.
No.
This won't do!
Phew!
"Cough!"
Julian fell to his knees.
Before he knew it, the black knight's sword had been pulled out of the shadows and pierced his abdomen.
Oh my, blood poured out.
From the mouth, from the wound pierced by the sword.
Julian gritted his teeth and put strength into his hands again.
Phew!
He thrust his sword deeper.
A sharp pain spread throughout his body.
His head felt like it was going to split open.
'Ugh.'
His breath was caught in hia throat. He couldn't even groan.
Julian looked at Bridget, who had fallen, through blurred vision.
Alive, Bridget.
Please.
He won't let the mad monster devour her.
At the last moment, Julian saw Bridget's eyes wide open.
Oh, that's a relief.
She's not dead.
And...
Saved her from a monster.
'I promised I wouldn't leave...'
Sorry.
The world went dark.
***
I, who had been briefly stunned by Julian's attack, got up as soon as I came to.
It looked like I had hit my head somewhere.
"Ah..."
I held my pounding head. My hands were clammy.
I thought that magi was the cause of the madness, so I tried to block the magic from seeping into his body.
Despite his attacks, I did not fall away from him and used my power of purification.
But it seems like I was eventually pushed back.
"Julian... Julian..."
Even though my head was pounding, I looked around for Julian.
At that moment, I saw Julian lying on the ground.
The sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed...
"Julian...!"
Before I could even figure out what was on his hands, I ran to Julian.
What the heck happened?
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"No..."
He stabbed himself.
The whole floor, his clothes, and his body were soaked in blood.
I knelt down before him and hugged his head.
"No, no...!"
I made a fuss.
With that movement, his hand that was holding the sword fell off.
My heart, which had been denying it, sank.
"Julian! Aaak! Julian!!"
My screams echoed throughout the abandoned palace.
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