Chapter 295

Darkness had not yet departed.

A heart with a hole, cold pain, tingling pain, twisting pain, piercing pain, boiling pain, seized pain, countless thousands of pains that cannot be all counted.

Because his life was so painful for him, because he could not even imagine that others would all live carrying such pain, it was only a more lonely pain.

Before he knew it, a woman with empty eye sockets stuck to Shion’s side.

In the place where raspberry-colored pupils used to be, only miserable emptiness remained, and blood flowed profusely instead of tears.

It was Serena from the previous life.

‘Poesia, Poesia….’

She sobbed and whispered in Shion’s ear as if she would chew and twist his ear off.

‘…My beautiful Chyallo flower. Where did you go, my child? Where are you? I cannot see you…….’

A sad crying sound.

That sobbing that gouged into Shion’s marrow and tingled deeply.

Even for just a single moment, even for just the duration of swallowing saliva once, even for just the duration of taking a breath once, he wanted to be free from that sobbing.

But he absolutely could not.

‘…Shion, my Shion…. Where, just where…. Our joy, our life….’

Because he felt so guilty, he absolutely could not push away that sobbing.

Poesia died.

Serena died.

His daughter and wife died miserably, but he is alive.

How much, how much, how much this fact makes tears burst out, making him want to wail, but even wailing to feel relieved feels so guilty.

He is a regressor.

Before regression, he had a daughter.

Her name is Poesia.

Since he told no one, it is a name no one would know.

Even to Serena, no, even if others all knew, it was a name he could absolutely not tell Serena.

But how did Serena come to know that name?

[Shion.]

[I had a dream.]

[I met a child there.]

[The child,]

[Said her name was Poesia.]

He had to read.

No matter how the woman with empty eye sockets held onto him, he had to keep reading this letter.

[That child was beautiful like a Chyallo flower.]

[Especially her pupils were pretty, deep blue just like your eyes.]

[Even though she was a child I saw for the first time, because she was so pretty]

[I ended up crying inadvertently.]

Shion also ended up crying.

Poesia, that child whom only he remembers, was truly a pretty child.

She was a girl whose deep blue pupils resembling her father were especially pretty.

So he had no choice but to cry.

With a guilty heart, in a melted state.

[The child told me not to cry.]

[And she called me mother.]

[If I am the mother, is Shion the father?]

[We played for a long time in the dream.]

[She really liked hide-and-seek.]

[We ended up running and playing until completely exhausted.]

Letter by letter, it strangely permeated deep.

[It is a strange thing, Shion.]

[It is just a dream.]

[It is just a child I met in a dream.]

[I am seeing this child for the first time.]

[Why did tears flow so much?]

[Why can I not forget even after waking up from the dream?]

Shion trembled his hands more violently.

[That child asked me to deliver this.]

[She says she does not disappear.]

[She says no matter how much she looks like she disappeared, she cannot disappear, so she has always been watching.]

[So,]

[She asks you to remember her name.]

***

Shion raised his head.

He blankly looked up.

What is above?

What is visible is the dirt floor.

Beyond that is the pit of fire of Lake Yechern.

Then beyond that? Beyond clouds and such?

“…….”

He felt like suffocating.

“………….”

Because the surging emotion was severe, because the heart with a hole started beating again, nausea came up.

“…Poesia….”

He recited the name of his dead daughter with a heartbreaking feeling.

“……Poesia!!”

He thought she disappeared.

“…My….”

Regression.

He only thought that the entire world he experienced had disappeared and was gone forever.

Since it is a world only Shion knows, and even Shion forgot it, it was natural.

“…My beautiful Chyallo flower…. My joy, my reason…. My, my, my… my child, my only daughter…….”

But Poesia came to find him.

He forgot and let go of everything, but she came to find him from over there.

He only thought she was gone, but she was not gone.

Otherwise, there is no way Serena could know the name Poesia.

There was no way to know that the child is pretty like a Chyallo flower, that her pupils are blue resembling Shion, that she likes hide-and-seek.

“I could not protect you… I forgot you… I ended up failing…….”

Shion cried, and that appearance was like a person.

“You, you are still there…. You, who were always only praiseworthy, even there, did not forget… this unworthy father…….”

He sobbed for a long time.

He curled up and continued to shed tears.

He repeated, repeated, and repeated again the name no one would know.

Tears came out. Along with blood.

The crying sound was severe. He even tore his own chest to shreds.

But it was a familiar thing.

But the familiar hunchback did not come out.

“…….”

There was no miracle happening.

The miserable state did not recover abruptly.

The heart with a hole did not heal either.

Broken things remain broken.

Septem Arcana is also the same.

He is still miserably crumbled.

He was closer to residue than a human.

“Yosef!!”

But he stood up.

“Yosef, Haider-!!”

“Why do you call?”

“…Me….”

With a miserable appearance where tears of blood dried up, he looked up.

“…Help me. I must get out of here.”

***

“Do you know that, Your Highness?”

Yosef answered bluntly.

“I find this absurd.”

The one-eyed old man did not look kindly upon Shion.

“If Your Highness tells me to help, do I have to help?”

“…Just once….”

Shion muttered without pretending to hear.

“…I can wield the Ars just about once.”

“No. You ignore a person’s words like this?”

“I will open the path. The path to escape Kosavagarobira. But after that, I will be exhausted. Take me and move to the Silver Dragon Magic Kingdom.”

“……Ha, truly!”

Yosef bared his teeth and growled.

“Like that! Tamerarious! Just listing only what you have to say!”

He firmly grasped the double-edged axe.

“This Yosef Haider!”

Thick veins bulged on the old man’s forearm.

“How did you know I like being tamerarious like that! Velgil!”

“Yes, Sir Yosef.”

“Did you hear! This damned Highness seems to have gained the will to live! What did Her Highness Leniar say!”

“She said if possible, help His Highness Zionis with all our might.”

“Correct! I will help as you wish!”

Yosef Haider giggled.

He was excited after a long time.

Ha, haha, ha-!

Since he found his axe too, thinking about fighting properly, he could not help but be excited.

When he swung the axe whoosh whoosh as a test, a goosebump-inducing sound of hung hung occurred.

It was very satisfactory.

“However, Your Highness. As soon as we escape, Cordis soldiers will pour out.”

“That is why I am asking.”

Shion glanced sideways.

“Is the great Yosef Haider scared? You have no confidence to take me to the Silver Dragon Magic Kingdom?”

“Ha!”

Ha, haha, ha-!

“Really, you know how to handle this old man! Since I have no choice but to fall for it even while knowing.”

“Let’s stop talking.”

Shion is still looking up.

Black things are surging from the heart with a hole.

His eyes are shining blue once again.

“I am going.”

***

A promise was made early on.

Seven Secrets and Seven Ars,

Septem Arcana.

But it was all a lie.

Shion’s soul went bankrupt, and Septem Arcana is breaking.

However, it has not collapsed completely yet.

Shion whipped his skinny soul as always.

Septem Arcana, the sixth one,

‘Dragon of Six Horns’.

***

He distorts.

He becomes huge.

He heats up.

He became black and skinny and spewed out hot energy with difficulty.

Eventually, he becomes inhuman.

The swollen body, the black body, the heated body.

That thing that is charred black, lost energy, and only spews heat.

That thing is indeed the real Shion.

The shape of hatred that has nothing but fangs packed in the mouth and can do nothing but howl was indeed Shion’s soul.

“-Oh-.”

Shion cried.

“-Oh, oh oh-!”

The black dragon inflated its body underground.

Kosavagarobira filled up in an instant.

“There is nothing to hide now.”

Blue flames fill in.

That blueness leaking in streams from the broken body was the fifth Ars ‘Soul Fire’.

The heart that lost the strength to howl spilled blue flames profusely from the hole hit by the sword.

“I burned everything up.”

The dragon was in an imperfect form.

Since anger is originally self-conflicting, what is sharp is prone to be sharp to oneself more than anyone.

The black dragon was in a half-collapsed state.

But still, it was a dragon.

It was a ‘something’ harboring fantasy and mystery that cannot exist but exists.

“But I cannot disappear.”

Shion became a dragon.

He ruminated on his Ars.

‘Fantasy Finger’, ‘The Unclosable Twenty Steps’, ‘The Heated Iron Bloodline’, ‘The Screaming Hunchback’, ‘Soul Fire’.

These five gathered as one, ‘Dragon of Six Horns’.

Every single one is distorted and twisted, bizarre things smelling of blood in streams.

Since this is Shion’s soul, there was no helping it.

He realized this moment is the last of his Ars.

“That child who is my joy, like a beautiful flower, did not disappear and came to me to whisper.”

Screaming sounds were heard.

Shion shouted toward them.

Grudges tear at him.

To prevent him from ever standing up, they rummage through his whole life with all kinds of sharp and painful things and pull him.

But Shion could not be pulled.

No matter how painfully those things behaved, now he had no choice but to stand up.

“Therefore I….”

He vomits blue flames. Strangely, a bit of jade-colored light came out mixed.

“…Must live on more.”

Poesia, Poesia.

My beautiful Chyallo flower.

Deep underground, beneath the pit of fire, the black dragon curled its body to the utmost.

It curled up enough to look like a black egg and soon flew up in a single breath.

Instead of wings, he has millions of ‘Fantasy Fingers’ attached.

He looked up.

Although he knows his whole life is just a vain dream, he had to look up.

Because there are those waiting for him to fly up, he decided to struggle brazenly.

Suddenly, he realized he had wings.

Beneath the fake wings made by weaving ‘Fantasy Fingers’ to only mimic the shape, inside the black iron bloodlines he tied tightly himself, beneath the miserable and painful scream,

There was a pair of wings.

Since he didn’t even know he had them, he could never use them even once.

They are shabby, thin, and slender, even more than a weak child’s forearm.

Although they were wings that looked like they could never stir the sky,

He decided to fly.

Even if it ends up merely as running, no, even if it cannot even be that and becomes just a struggle, even if that struggling is a disgusting sight, he decided to fly up while dreaming a vain dream beyond his station forever.

And,

A single black dragon, Eventually it soared.

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