Thank you for waiting.

 

Originally, it was supposed to be a single episode, but it became ridiculously long, so I divided it into three parts: upper, middle, and lower.

This time, it's a quiet story from Shea's point of view.

It's serious.

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From now on, I will cease to be me.

When I thought about it, I couldn't help but write it down.

 

Hundreds of years have passed since his battle with the Demon King.

I thought I was doing my best for him, but in the end, it was all in vain, and I had given up on the idea that all I had to do was live my long life as a monster for nothing.

 

I couldn't do anything, I wasn't even prepared to give up, I was in despair.

He rejected others because of his apathy and remained indifferent.

But that was a big mistake.

 

I will not be me from now on.

Personality may change.

The ego may be gone.

You may be trapped in a delusion that you once discarded.

But that's okay.

This is an atonement for what I did to him.

 

I'm Shea

 

A mixed-race orphan born to a demon mother and a human man.

It was an abomination that should not have been born.

 

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When I realized it, my mother was gone.

All I remember is that I was there, but my mother, who had run away with me because she was being chased by something, had left me in a decaying hut and disappeared somewhere.

Maybe my mother abandoned me because I was a monster and the villagers hated me.

It may have been found out that I was deceiving the villagers like a devil, and I may have left me in the way.

But I had no way of knowing that, so I could only shiver in the small house waiting for my mother, who was not supposed to come home.

 

"Oh,."

 

It was a man with a sword who came to me, trembling alone.

A tired-looking man with long hair tied back was a beautiful ball of light floating from his hands. His face, illuminated by the light, had a look of regret or fear.

 

『…… What's your name?"

 

The man's name was Hisago.

He came to kill me at the request of the villagers, and no matter how the wind blew, he killed me.

On top of that, he took me out of that battered hut and took me on the journey.

 

『…… Ah? I don't care if you're a devil or not.'

 

Why would you help me? When asked, he replies to throw up.

 

"I don't need help, this has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with me...... It's a way to make amends.'

 

Hisago's sad expression as he said this was strongly engraved in my mind.

 

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After a while, Hisago and I drifted to Kamgerio, where we settled on the outskirts of a deserted village. I spent my days in peace and tranquility while studying with the magic book that was the only thing I had, but to be honest, I liked that kind of life.

It's fun to see the changing scenery on a trip, but it was also a great joy to have a home to return to when I hadn't belonged since I was a child.

 

———Hisago, are you going somewhere?

 

In the course of his life staying in one place, he occasionally saw Hisago trying to go somewhere many times.

Pack your bags as if you were going away, stop and come back.

He said that he didn't have to worry about it, but Hisago seemed to be lost in something and hesitant.

 

"How long are you going to stay here?"

 

Hisago was definitely fulfilling his role as my father.

He was blunt but caring, and even after more than ten years, he only had to say a few bitter words to me, even though I didn't stand on my own.

 

——— Hisago is getting old.

 

"You can't get old like that."

 

———Yes, I'm the devil after all.

 

"Don't think silly."

 

Hisago puts his hand on my head, which has not changed in appearance from a certain year.

 

"Sia, live freely, you don't have to worry about being a demon or a human."

 

But I'm not like the average person

 

"You're who you are, don't think it's normal."

 

——…… Yes.

 

His words helped me a lot.

Just because you have devil and human blood doesn't mean you can't live normally.

When I thought about it, I felt stupid for worrying about every single thing, so I started studying magic to be even more myself.

And———、

 

——Hisago!!

 

"Hey, Sia, I'm already Zizgy. Take care of your old body.'

 

——I learned magic!

 

"Oh? Did you learn magic?'

 

He wore the magic of life.

It can read the information left in the body of a dead person, extract memories ——— even magic lines, and even summon souls from physical information.

After a long time of learning the magic, I was delighted and bravely reported it to Hisago.

 

『…… Bringing a dead guy back to life as a corpse? Presiding over the soul? …… It's a punishment. …… Don't do that to me, do you? Or rather, if that happens, my body will be dead. I don't feel safe at all.'

 

Maybe Hisago was aware that I was trying to bring him back to life at this time.

Compared to humans, I live for a long time.

Naturally, if this continues, Hisago will die before me.

That was terrifying.

 

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Time is cruel.

As a half-demon, I grew up very slowly, and once I reached a certain age, I didn't grow old anymore. Hisago, who was an uncle in the years and decades, has become an old man.

 

"What did I fight for?"

 

Hisago's black hair was dyed white, and his body was as thin as a dead tree, muttered as he gazed at the falling dusk.

 

"I thought about correcting my mistakes over and over again."

 

"If we leave something like this in the future, it will only bring disaster."

 

"This time, I'm going to sprinkling death."

 

"I thought about it over and over again and tried to stop it."

 

It wasn't until the end of his life that he said it repeatedly.

I don't really understand the contents.

Because Hisago didn't tell me much about his past.

 

"But I couldn't."

 

"If I do that, what am I for...... What did you hunt down the demon tribe for? What did you kill them for?'

 

He holds his head in his mouth as if to repent.

 

"Why did you want Nagi and that child...... Did you betray me?'

 

I don't know what to say to him as he suffers and his voice trembles.

But I thought I couldn't let him push me any further, so I was about to put my hand on my shrunken back——— when Hisago grabbed my wrist.

A weak hand that doesn't even feel the grip strength anymore.

 

"Shea ...... I'm sure you'll see my memory.'

 

——!

 

"Stop being stupid, I beg you, just you are free to live."

 

——Why, why, why......?

 

"It's not going to be like me."

 

He uttered the words pleadingly——— and that night he passed away in his sleep.

I couldn't accept the death of his father.

 

 

 

 

"Hisago, I'm sorry."

 

I ignored his words and retrieved the memories left in the corpse.

A ball of light rises from the pale body of Hisago lying on the bed.

Light magic and his memory.

The moment you reach out and touch ——— beautifully shining thing.

 

"Memories of Hisago" flowed into my head like a turbid stream.

 

The memories of "Hisago" who went through the battle and separation from his family, and the suffering of "Hisago the Brave" who was terrible and full of regret.

I can't help but writhe and writhe on the floor with my head in my hands.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

The corpses of his wife and daughter died of illness.

A gruesome battlefield where the corpses of soldiers in unfamiliar armor lie everywhere.

Hisago is oppressed in some country.

Hisago is stoned and insulted by the people.

And even if he despairs of ——— human, the ordeal left by Hisago who has hope for the future.

From his memory, only sadness and despair flow directly into his head.

Has he lived with such a slashing thought? I was in despair, but how could I still work for this world?

If this is the case, Hisago will not be rewarded.

 

「…… Ahhh......hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

I'm lonely, I want to see my family.

I want to apologize to the girl who betrayed me, I want to make amends.

An uninterrupted sadness eats away at my heart.

 

"Hisago ......"

 

I couldn't bear the grief and impulsively used witchcraft.

The art of summoning souls into the corpses of manipulators.

If he has even a little unfinished business and a strong will to live, the corpse that has started to move should have the will of Hisago.

You don't have to be crazy, you don't have to be insane. If it's Hisago himself.

As a result of using magic with such thoughts, his corpse, which was supposed to be dead, rises up on its own.

 

「!!」

 

He came back to life.

I was so happy that I was about to talk to him——— but I noticed it when I saw his hollow eyes.

HeNot here・・・・・・・That's what I mean.

 

"That's a lie...... Hisago, why!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

He didn't have the slightest desire to come back to life.

Without even a plan, an empty body that has lost its soul begins to move.

A decaying body that doesn't smile softly, and doesn't make you feel Hisago's presence.

 

"Uh-huh......

 

In the face of the fact that I had toyed with the corpse of my benefactor, I felt intense self-loathing and could not control my nausea.

Hisago no longer returns.

I'll never see you again.

This was proved by the skeleton in the form of a wasago standing up in front of him.


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Hisago hesitated many times while regretting it.

Still, he was an invaluable father to Shea.

 

The next update is scheduled for tomorrow at 6 p.m.