Densetsu No Yuusha No Densetsu
/ Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu Vol 1 Pr
In this place, that was often the case . . . . . .
“If . . . . . . if we do become adults without dying, would you be willing to marry me?”
The girl with flaxen hair and a gentle looking face said while crying .
In response to that unmotivated look the boy's eyes slackened . . . . . . However, in some respect, the dry eyes still had an empty feeling, and they stared back at the wet eyes of that girl .
“If we do become adults without dying . . . . . . ”
That sort of thing is impossible .
The boy thought .
No, the girl might have also thought that .
Since we'll die .
In this place . . . . . .
In this orphanage, death is overflowing .
AdvertisementDeath is really overflowing .
Even these two small kids understand to that extent; death is overflowing in the world .
That's why that . . . . . .
The girl murmured .
“If we survive . . . . . . would you . . . . . . ”
The boy didn't respond .
Because that girl's murmur, an endless dream that won't come true, like an illusion, was fleetingly heard .
“If we survive . . . . . . would you . . . . . . ”
But her words were then interrupted .
A middle-aged man who wore a black suit on his body, suddenly pulled that girl's small shoulder towards himself, and warned her .
“It's time . The crying ends here . To you, the weakness known as feeling is unnecessary . You'll die if you're weak . It's no more than that . ”
Right .
No more than that .
She understands .
The girl makes a frightened expression in an instant,
“ . . . . . . Yes . ”
And then she nodded .
Once, she peered at the boy's face but, the boy, unsmiling like always, with the look of his unmotivated, slackened eyes persisting, is saying no more .
Somehow or other it doesn't seem like he intends to give a response to the girl's words . . . . . .
“ . . . . . . . . . . . . ”
That's right .
She understood .
After all since they are going to die, there's no meaning in making a promise like that .
The girl's face froze .
I might never smile again .
That's right, she thought .
“We're going . ”
Urged by the man, the girl began to walk .
On a path that doesn't have any meaning . . . . . .
Doesn't have an objective .
Doesn't have dreams .
Doesn't have hope .
Since from now on she'll become this man's puppet .
A marionette .
And––––
“Oi . ”
At that moment suddenly, the boy raised his voice .
Still lacking ambition, in the same tone of voice as always,
That voice says to her .
“You know, you cry too much . Don't say things like we'll die . If it's you, you'll live . Since you're stubborn . And I don't plan to die either . So . . . . . . ”
The girl looked over her shoulder without thinking . Once more, emotion returned to her face .
Tears were brimming over .
Seeing that, the boy worried, with a troubled look on his face; smiled . . . . . . and said .
“So you don't die either . ”
“ . . . . . . Yeah!”
The girl gave a big nod .
A quick, childhood promise .
That promise, was firmly etched into the girl's heart . . . . . .
Chapter end
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