Chapter 483 – The Magic Run (5)

Black light covers the field of vision.

When I closed my eyes for a moment due to the intense light and opened them, there was a cross section of a huge dragon.

Ajidahaka had both his right front and hind legs cut. He avoided being hit by being caught between the cross sections.

This is a deep wound that will make it difficult to move properly for a while, no matter how much ajdahaka. Even considering that it was hit properly, the power was excessive. I know the reason well.

Because Tarla wanted to protect me, and the dagger responded.

… Even though I know what the price is.

The garden turned upside down as Ajidahaka’s massive body scraped past. Like blue petals fluttering like snow in the sky, Tarla’s new form falls helplessly.

Clink.

I could hear the dagger hitting the ground, but that wasn’t important right now.

“Tarla!!!”

She threw her body, which had just begun to move, and caught the collapsing Tarla.

The weight I felt in his arms was too light to be considered human. And even at this moment, it was getting lighter.

I knew it intuitively. That something important that makes up Tarla is missing.

The moment you try to do something out of impatience. Tarla’s mouth opened and a slightly tired voice came out.

“How did this happen?”

“What happened! I told you clearly! “If someone else uses this dagger, it gives the user backlash equal to its power!”

Is this anger boiling up now directed at me for not moving my body at a critical moment? Or was it directed at Tarla, who didn’t listen to me?

What is certain is that emotions alone cannot do anything.

I took out all the potions from my inventory and poured them on Tarla. But nothing changed.

As if Tarla’s death had been confirmed.

Still, I couldn’t give up and took out the potion again, and Tarla slowly shook her head. And the same question that follows.

“If you are Yandel, can you tell where it went wrong?”

“… “Something is wrong.”

After answering in a trembling voice, Tarla’s expression became a little more relaxed. As if I was the only one who needed it from the beginning.

“I mean my life. Did you know that? The flower language of the blue lilies that were in full bloom in this garden was…”

“Chastity and devotion. I know because I heard it from Carla. “And how it became the flower that symbolizes Lindelheit.”

“… Thank god. “I thought I might not have enough time to explain it from the beginning.”

Nodding her head, Tarla looked around her. Ajidahaka’s slowly regenerating body and the remains of flowers scattered around it.

I smile bitterly at the fact that such a beautiful garden has become a mess.

“Actually. Like this lily, I also wanted to be a flower that blooms for just one person, just like the story of our founder that I have heard since I was young. … “How did this really happen?”

“That…”

The sincerity expressed only in the face of her death. I felt her weight as keenly as Tarline, who had to go through all kinds of hardships because she couldn’t meet me.

A simple but unfulfillable dream. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a story that she would no longer be given the opportunity to do.

But Tarla actually comforted me.

“Ah. Sorry. You were in trouble because of me, right? It’s not enough to go crazy out of nowhere, and you’re saying such embarrassing things. “I’m also a very annoying woman.”

“No. “I’ve never thought about it that way.”

“Why? “Because I look just like Carla?”

“…”

Tarla giggled softly as she saw me not being able to answer.

“It’s a joke. So please don’t make that face.”

“… “What kind of expression do I have?”

“You look like you’re going to die because you’re so sorry.”

What are you sorry about? Are you sorry that the situation got worse because you put down the dagger for a while? Or are you sorry for not being able to see Tarla as Tarla?

It was neither.

To put it bluntly, I was sorry for not recognizing this.

Anyway, the Carla I am most familiar with is the Carla from H&A. It’s Tarla right in front of her.

She is a woman who was sacrificed by the flow of the world and reborn in endless hatred. Tarla sacrificed herself for me.

Instead of constantly running towards destruction, letting go of all your anger and saving someone else is something that not everyone can do, and not everyone can do.

This is a fact I know all too well, as I have risked my life for my woman over and over again.

Tarla probably made me…

For a moment, her head became confused at the thoughts that had reached that point. Perhaps uneasy at my sudden silence, Tarla opened her mouth.

“If you’re so sorry, would you please do me one last favor?”

“When you say that, you sound like you’re going to die soon. I’m sure when Helena comes she’ll be fine.”

“No. I know my body condition very well. “This is the end for me.”

“Well, just hold on a little longer! Solari can at least take you to the Heaven of the Light Church! I may not be able to stay forever, but if I stay there… !”

“Yandel. “I have the memory of Carla Lindell Haidt, but her spirit does not exist.”

As if Tarla was stating the obvious, she spoke in a calm tone.

“It means that when you die, you just disappear, and there is no such thing as an afterlife.”

“… Ah.”

Tarla is, after all, a being who entered memories from another world line into Karla’s cloned body. Strictly speaking, she is no different from a highly automated golem.

It looked so human that I didn’t notice it. No, actually Tarla is a person.

She suffers, struggles, and sometimes laughs joyfully. Above all else, what else but humans can dream of the future because they know love? I don’t know what else to say.

However, this will not change the fact that this is Tarla’s last time in the true sense.

Tarla said, looking at me not knowing what to do. Like he was trying to give me something to do.

“Yandel. Now will you do me a favor?”

“What. “Just say anything.”

“Please kill me with your own hands.”

“…”

Tarla smiled softly as if to comfort me from my embarrassment.

“You said you already tried to kill me once, right? “It won’t be difficult.”

After saying that, she raised her head and revealed the white nape of her neck.

“Please strangle her. Slowly. But definitely. So that I can be your deepest scar. So that you will remember me forever.”

“… Can not. Kill me with my own hands. “I can’t do that.”

As Tarla said, I will never forget it. I also understand what you mean. But no matter how final the request is, it is impossible.

Tarla looked troubled by my firm answer.

“Other than that, I don’t have anything else to ask…”

“I’ll give you a gift instead.”

Reaching her hand down to her feet, she carefully picked a green lily.

The only flower that miraculously survived Ajidahaka’s attack because it bloomed near me.

I broke it and carefully inserted it into Tarla’s head.

“Ah…”

Distant past. Someday, I will reenact what happened in this mansion. Tarla’s eyes widened, knowing full well what that meant.

Tarla nodded, her voice still unrecognizable, but her head held dearly.

“… Thank you. “This is enough.”

Tarla smiles shyly for the first time. I also wanted to smile, but I couldn’t.

Before she knew it, Tarla’s weight in her arms had shrunk like a sheet of paper. As if her very existence was disappearing from this world.

It was a moment when I unconsciously placed strength in her hand knowing that there wasn’t much time left.

Far away. I saw Carla and Elisha running in a hurry from beyond the garden. He probably heard the commotion and came to check what was going on.

Tarla turned her head with difficulty and said to Karla, who was astonished.

“With this, our only competitor is gone. Congratulation.”

“I-I…” .”

Tarla continues to say what she has to say, paying no heed to Karla’s puzzled reaction.

“If it is truly precious, protect it at all costs. … “If you were me and I were you, you would know what I’m talking about, right?”

“…”

Carla nodded her head wordlessly. As if she was satisfied with the sight, Tarla’s whole body became weak.

Breathing becomes slower and slower. The weight became lighter, as if it were empty.

The end has come.

Now Tarla can’t tell whether he’s in her arms or not. She carefully reached out her hand and caressed my cheek.

“Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing. “There was one thing I couldn’t say.”

Tears slowly welling up in Tarla’s eyes. I couldn’t figure out what that meant. We’ll probably never know.

“I love you. “More than I hate this world.”

What is certain, however, is that Tarla’s tears did not fall to the floor.

The faint weight I felt in her arms completely disappeared. The platinum-colored fragments that flicker and disappear before her eyes as if they were her substitute.

She embraces the piece of her that was Tarla, as if holding on to it, but she keeps slipping through the gaps between her.

Tuk.

A lily that fell instead of the tears that could not be shed.

He picked up the still beautiful flower and gritted his teeth.

This ending.

I can’t admit it.