[The final event of the 'Journey to the West Remake' will start now.]
Jeong Hui-Won bit her lip as she listened to the voice coming out of the panel in the air. She wanted to be there as well. She wanted to fight alongside her companions.
“….Hyeon-Seong-ssi.”
However, she couldn't go because of the man lying in slumber on the hospital bed. It was Yi Hyeon-Seong, currently covered from head to toe in steel, with no signs of a heartbeat.
He hadn't recovered from the damage he suffered during the 'Great War of Saints and Demons'.
The mirror next to the bed reflected Jeong Hui-Won's hair, now half-covered in a silver colour. Another after-effect from the aforementioned Great War.
– You take a breather for a bit. I don't have any roles to give you, anyway.
She understood very well that this was Han Su-Yeong's, and her companions', way of showing their concern towards her.
She had been inflicted with simply too heavy a wound. Both her body and mind were in a mess. She failed to rescue Kim Dok-Ja again, and the man trying to protect her had fallen into a coma. That was how the sharpest blade in the
Her [Sword of Judgement] resting against a corner of the bed trembled noticeably.
This weapon would vibrate only when 'evil' was nearby. A weapon that Kim Dok-Ja had gifted her. Its tip was pointing straight at the display panel. Perhaps it also knew that the place she should be right now wasn't here.
Jeong Hui-Won cautiously reached out and as if to pacify the blade, embraced its hilt.
[Constellation, 'Demon-like Judge of Fire', is looking at her Incarnation with a helpless expression.]
As a result of the Great War of Saints and Demons, both
Even then, she had to wield this sword.
It was then that she felt a subtle movement on the bed.
“Hyeon-Seong-ssi!”
How long ago did it happen? Yi Hyeon-Seong had opened his eyes and was staring at the display panel. His lips bobbed up and down, trying to say something.
“….Excuse me?”
She pressed her head closer, but still couldn't hear his voice. His lips moved slowly. She began recognising the shapes of his lips.
Can't.
Lose.
Again.
Her fists clenched tightly once more. Her fury began rising up. Why was he being like this? Even when his body had ended up in this state.
Jeong Hui-Won couldn't suppress her emotions any longer and was about to grasp his hand, but then, his entire body suddenly began transforming.
He emitted blinding rays of silvery light, before shrinking down and becoming a single sword.
“What is this….?!”
She was so stunned that she inadvertently let go of this new version of Yi Hyeon-Seong.
Now lying on the bed, the blade Yi Hyeon-Seong began sobbing. As if that was the only thing he could right now.
She vacantly fell on her butt, lowered her head and muttered softly. “Just what are you trying to…..”
It was then when the hospital room's door flung open.
She looked back to find Han Su-Yeong there, even though she should've been working as the 'Scenario Master'.
“Jeong Hui-Won.”
The moment she heard that voice, Jeong Hui-Won's heart began beating even faster.
And just like her, the sword of steel shuddered on top of the bed. She knew very well what the heart of that weapon was thinking about.
Everyone had their own ways of enduring against the world.
She slowly reached out to the Steelsword and while tightly grasping its hilt, raised her voice. “You have a role available for me, yes?”
Chapter end
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