I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me - I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me chapter 39

39 – Corpse Pickup (6)

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Naturally, I did not have the strength to straighten the overturned wagon.

It might be simple to use magic, but he wasn’t carefree enough to calculate magic formulas in peace in the middle of this forest where you don’t know when something will appear.

Thanks to the training, the activation of magic was obviously faster, but that was limited to magic that limited arithmetic expressions to the maximum.

Calculations to write sophisticated magic were still slow.

Well, after all, if your head is bad, your body will suffer.

I sighed and climbed up to the top of the overturned wagon.

The wagon’s wooden body, broken and torn here and there, creaked anxiously.

“Oh, I’m anxious. Aren’t they collapsing?”

The carriage started squeaking and groaning as it climbed onto the side of the carriage looking straight up at the sky.

The door had fallen off, and the middle was hollowed out, so it seemed that my weight was unbearable.

At the sound of the tree twisting, I felt the scenes from the wagon accident suddenly pass through my head.

“…sh*t,”

I brushed my hair and made up my mind.

I almost shed tears without even realizing it.

Not yet.

Not now.

Tears only cover the sight.

I bit my lip and carefully fell into the carriage.

thud!

What a profit!

As I fell under the door of the carriage lying on its side and landed on the opposite wall, the carriage screamed loudly and began to twist.

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It was dark, so it was hard to see, but I could hear many bugs crawling inside the carriage.

It seemed that the wagon, which had been lying without an owner for over a month, had new residents.

But this is my wagon.

It is our family carriage.

As a light and for insect control, I created a ball of fire on the palm of my hand.

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The blazing fox, radiating orange flames, lit up the dark inside of the carriage.

Pusssss!

When the bugs filled the wagon saw the light, they quickly started to run away to the corner of the wagon.

It was a little more than I thought, so it was creepy.

Embarrassed, but I couldn’t delay, so I hurriedly looked inside the carriage.

“Oh, please… please stay.”

If you don’t have your parents’ memento here, which means it’s bounced off somewhere, then, things will get pretty messy.

How am I supposed to know and find out where it bounced around here?

Besides, if a bird like a crow picked up a shiny jewel and flew away somewhere, it might not be found forever.

“Please, mother and father, here…”

I muttered and searched all over the wagon.

Just then, a small lamp that had been hung in the carriage caught my eye.

The glass is broken, but the wick inside appears to be alive.

I picked up the lamp, put my fox fire in it, and carefully set it down.

The fox put the wick in the middle, rolled up and put the tip of his tail on the wick.

“Huh, that’s smart.”

I was a little puzzled by the way he acted like a thinking animal on the subject of magic, but I ignored it.

A more stable light than when it was simply placed in the palm of your hand in the form of a ball of fire softly illuminated the inside of the wagon.

The oil has already dried up, but while burning the wick, even if you don’t maintain magic for a while, it will maintain your body and become a light.

I put the lamp on the floor and started to search for it, groping with my hand.

There was something shiny hanging from the inside corner of the carriage’s seat.

I reached out and put my hand in the gap under the vertical seat.

sssss,

I felt unknown insects crawling up my hands.

I quickly grabbed the object and removed my hand.

“Ahh!”

A large centipede, the size I had never seen before, was crawling on my forearm.

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As with everything in the world, everything has its good and bad sides.

It was the same with my carriage search today.

The good and the bad coexisted.

First of all, the good thing I took out was my father’s jewelry box.

It definitely reminded me of how my mother and father put their rings, necklaces, and other things in it.

The jewelry box was securely locked with a key, so there was no way the contents inside could have disappeared.

Although the problem was that the key had disappeared somewhere, it was not a big problem since Sylvia-san could open a lock like this with force.

In the first place, as the biggest purpose of today’s hard work was to bury Lila, the most important goal was achieved, so it could be said that this is definitely a good thing.

The bad thing was that I only now realized that I really hate bugs.

I’ve never been afraid of bugs before.

I’ve already seen and caught a few times in the cabin, such as the elaborate bugs.

However, the centipede was really big.

I’m not lying, it was really the size of my forearm and the size of my index and middle fingers combined.

It was more like a snake with hundreds of legs and a body divided into segments rather than really living.

No, it’s not a snake, it’s a strange creature.

It must be a monster.

um, no way

Well… Anyway, in the end, there was nothing to salvage from the wagon except for my parents’ keepsakes.

No, more precisely, it was no longer salvageable.

Frightened by the mysterious creature that crawled up my skin, I vomited huge flame magic from my palm and exploded the carriage.

Thanks to that, the lamp and everything burned down to ashes.

I sat down in the middle of the ashes and laughed.

There was probably a loud noise, so Sylvia-san will come soon.

“…It’s already clear to the eye.”

I’m already worried about how mischievously Ms. Sylvia will make fun of me if she finds out.

She doesn’t have the tendency to laugh and laugh, but she’s quite good at making fun of people.

I could see her as she would poke my nerves with a scratchy tone as she raised one corner of her mouth.

But there were excuses.

It was a really, really, really big centipede.

I sighed and looked down at the jewel box covered in black ash.

When I rubbed the box with my thumb, the original shiny color was revealed.

Fortunately, given that the box is intact, the contents inside must not have been severely damaged.

Sweeping my heart out, I was about to put the jewelry box into the sack I had brought with me, but suddenly I looked at the box.

keepsake.

Items left behind by deceased parents.

I didn’t see them both die, but I’m sure they didn’t survive.

It was because they were low-end aristocrats with no territory or enlisted men, and they had lived their lives without any connection to war or fighting.

It was miraculous that he had rescued my brother and sister from so many assassins who had suddenly entered the house with dirt feet.

My father’s old friend, Uncle Hardy, who was the gardener of the count’s mansion, took the driver’s seat…

Oh, Uncle Hardy.

Come to think of it, Mr. Hardy couldn’t even find the body.

To be honest, I didn’t even pay attention until now.

He was a man who cared for our siblings, especially Lila.

In a way, the reason I’m alive now is thanks to Mr. Hardy’s frantic run away from the assassins chasing us.

Of course, it could be seen as being responsible for Layla’s death, but I didn’t think so.

Our burning house that I saw through the window of the wagon, and the assassins who rode black horses and chased without rest, leaving the ashes and flames behind.

It may have been an unavoidable choice for Uncle Hardy to head the horse into this forest.

You probably know how dangerous this forest is.

Ah, why did I forget until now?

He was also the one who risked his life for our siblings and worked hard until the end.

This ungrateful bastard.

carriage,

Surprised by only insects, he burned it.

This jewelry box was not the only keepsake.

This wagon, which his father hastily prepared, was also his keepsake, and it was the last item that Uncle Hardy had touched.

Unsurprisingly, Uncle Hardy also had a family.

We met and played together a few times.

Alley Manager Eric.

I once caught a frog to surprise my sister Maria and secretly put it in her bag.

Actually, I didn’t tell my sister, but I went to catch that frog too.

I was really dumbfounded when the frog became Maria’s sister’s pet.

I remember the look on Eric’s face as he blankly stared at Maria’s older sister petting the frog on the bridge of her nose.

Eventually, Mr. Hardy scolded both me and Eric later.

hahahaha,

pleasant memories…

Ahh.

I had forgotten about it.

Eric hyung, do you know hyung?

Uncle Hardy died because of me.

I forgot.

Dare, there is a degree of ingratitude.

To the subject who abandoned his younger sister and survived alone.

I don’t even know how to be ashamed.

The dazzling morning, the singing of birds, the warm sunlight, I am so happy…

My daily life with Sylvia is so happy…

Suffocated by unreasonable happiness, I forgot like an idiot how many people’s lives I’ve trampled on to be alive right now.

I dripped tears onto the jewelry box.

Ah, Laila…

sister.

mom and dad…

“Sorry Sorry…”

Countess, Countess,

Miss Alice.

Uncle Hardy…

Eric bro…

“Uh… ugh, sorry… I’m sorry. sorry…”

Miss Sylvia.

Sylvia.

Come quickly, quickly…

One minute was too long.

Maybe… Ms. Sylvia will pick up Uncle Hardy’s body.

I desperately wished that it would be so.

It was then.

A voice was heard from above the slope where the carriage had fallen.

I wiped away the tears and turned my head.

“Sylvia!”

“Did you hear an explosion here?”

ah,

It’s not Sylvia.

It was a man’s voice.

“Oh, there is a person!”

A man was looking down at me.

I froze in embarrassment.

like a sick

Another man’s voice came from behind him.

“Hans! Is that really it!”

“…”

“Hans?”

The man’s eyes are red.

like me.

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