The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend Chapter 93

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“Wuack!”

I screamed and fell on my backside. But I didn't feel any pain. My heart felt like it would stop at the crimson flames that swayed and grew. The fiercely burning flames trembled strangely, as if announcing their cruelty. I was breathless for a moment.

“What, that scared me! What's wrong with this all of a sudden? Aren, are you okay?”

Kir called out to me, but I couldn't even blink because I was overcome with fear. I tried to take a deep breath. My body didn't even react with a tremble. But I was choking and couldn't breathe.

Something has to be done. I must get away from this fire.

No no! Move! Let me escape!

At that moment when I desperately struggled, it seemed that the flames had seen me. How could it be? Where is the eye in the fire? It's bizarre, but it really was. It was as if the fire had targeted me. The fire seemed to roar like a wolf searching for prey.

My body shuddered and my energy went out. Even though I was already sitting down, the floor seemed to disappear. The fire seemed to grin horribly at me. It swung towards me and moved as if it were attacking me. I couldn't stand it any longer as I watched the flames rushing right in front of my eyes.

“Aren!”

After Kir's sharp cry, darkness came to me before the fire.

I woke up and heard a thumping voice. I thought I could hear the voices of my father and Kir. But it was hazy and I couldn't hear the sound properly.

“…..  give.”

“Then…..”

“I…ry”

“…..Grand Prince's fault…”

“I…….”

I feel like my ears are deaf for some reason. My eyes were blurry as if there was a foreign object on them. Why was I like this?

Oh, right. I went to the treasure trove with Kir, and suddenly the jewel caught fire. Yes, the fire overtook me. The fire swung its red-hot tongue and seemed to devour me.

A fire that would greedily burn my flesh and melt my body ravenously pursued me. My heart tightens. The burning heat made it difficult to breathe. The surroundings are too hot. My skin melted and my lungs burned. An unimaginable, tearing pain came all over my body, and breathing became impossible.

No, it's hot! It's hot! Help me! Help me!

Is my tongue and throat already burned? Not even a scream came out. The pain, like being burned, was excruciating, so I lifted my fingernails and scratched my skin. If I do this, it wouldn't hurt anymore, and the pain in my skin would disappear.

“Aren!”

At that time, there was a movement that urgently lifted my body and hugged me. It was frustrating. Both my arms and body were tied together, making it difficult to bend my arms. I can't scratch my skin at will. No, no. If left like this, it will be too hot. The pain felt like being stabbed with an awl.

“Aren, Aren! It's okay. Nothing will hurt you here. It's safe here. It is safe.”

I have to scratch it. My hand touched my thigh. It's not hot yet, but it's going to be hot soon, so I should scratch here. My fingernails crawled sharply across my clothes. The fabric was annoying, but I didn't even think I had to pull it away.

“It's okay. Aren, it's okay.”

I just scratched and scratched. It seemed that only then would I be able to erase the pain that was cutting through my entire body. I felt a sharp pain in my thigh even with the clothes, but it was weaker than the pain from the skin rubbing. Proof that it's still okay. I scratched and scratched more as if chasing the pain away.

At that moment, something grabbed my hand. A hand that was as small as my hand gripped both of my hands tightly. I can't move my fingers, so I just got more nervous. Even though I set my nails on something that caught my hand, that hand didn't let go of mine. The inability to scratch my skin increases the pain in my face and arms.

No. I will melt. I will all burn out. I will be thrown into the midst of that terrible agony!

A suffocating fear came over me that the scorching heat would consume me completely. There is no escape. I'm going to die in a fire like this again. I will become dry firewood sticks and burn up in an instant.

At that moment, something dripped on my forearm. It was water droplets running down my arm. A small drop of water wets my dry, heating body. It was a very weak drop of water to extinguish a huge flame that seemed to devour the whole body. But for some reason, it created a vivid sense as if waking me up from a dream.

A number of small water droplets soaked me, it was so lukewarm that it could not be called cold. The terrifying flames that surrounded me magically died out.

Chapter end