I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me - I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me chapter 64

64 – Monopoly (3)

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“Who were you thinking of?”

“…Sylvia? You were surprised. “I didn’t hear any footsteps…”

“Ash.”

Ms. Sylvia rudely interrupted me in a low voice.

Even though the weather was such that it made me sweat a little even if I stayed still, I somehow got goosebumps from seeing that determined appearance.

I feel a sense of déjà vu.

I’ve definitely felt this way before.

It felt as if cold air, reminiscent of death, was slowly blowing in from somewhere far away.

When she was still covering her face, she was that serene life she showed again and again.

I looked up at Sylvia with an embarrassed expression.

The smile on Sylvia’s face was stiff and twitching unnaturally.

“You are asking.”

“…Huh?”

“Who were you thinking of?”

Sylvia asked again slowly, in a heavy voice that seemed to be weighing me down.

Unlike his smiling expression, he looked angry.

Why?

I don’t know why.

I don’t even know what she’s asking in the first place.

Not what she was thinking, but who she was thinking about.

What was I thinking?

How many people would be able to easily answer if you suddenly came up to them and asked them a question?

A person with sharp eyes would have been able to use their wits and come up with a plausible answer at a time like this, but I couldn’t figure out why she was angry, and unfortunately, my wits weren’t very good either, so I hesitated and asked back.

“Uh… What exactly were you asking?”

“…hahahaha,”

“Silvia?”

Sylvia let out a sigh-like laugh in her empty voice, then came over and squatted down in front of me, leveling my eyes with hers.

Her gaze looking straight ahead was cold and sharp, unsuitable for the red color.

Sylvia looked at me intently and said something.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

I was so embarrassed that I made a strange voice.

Hey.

It was the first time she was called that.

It is a title commonly used to refer to a friendly person in a humble way, and since we have a friendly relationship with each other, there is no problem, but why does it sound so scary?

I said, hurriedly waving my arms.

“Uh, so… I couldn’t concentrate on carving the tombstone, so…”

“I heard it.”

“What did you hear?”

“I hope you are doing well. “I said so.”

“Ah,”

That’s it.

“Who is it?”

“That’s my medicine…”

Stop.

You crazy guy.

I closed my mouth, swallowing the words that managed to come out.

No matter how clueless and immature I am, I was able to realize that it would be wrong to say this.

I am Sylvia’s lover, and the person who will become her husband in the near future.

It was strange for me to bring up the story of her ex-fiancee in front of her.

Since nothing had happened between Alice and me in the first place, there was never any backlash, but even so, it was not a topic worth bringing up with Sylvia, who shared her first experience with me.

It wasn’t polite to Sylvia, and no matter how much Alice was like family to me, she shouldn’t have brought it up rashly in front of Sylvia.

I answered while breaking into a cold sweat.

“Well… I was just thinking about people I used to know. “I hope everyone is doing well…”

“That fiancee?”

Oh my god.

“Oh? No?”

“Ha…”

Sylvia lowered her head, placed her hand on her forehead and sighed.

She then slowly raised her hand and put her hair behind her and she spoke slowly.

“I heard that. “I told you.”

“… Yes?”

“Sister. “I said so.”

“…Ah.”

Sylvia’s red eyes glowed coldly.

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“I hope my sister gets along well, that’s exactly what I said.”

“That’s… Actually,”

“If you’re going to lie and say you meant me… Ash, you think I’m a complete idiot.”

“…”

“Even when I asked you to, you never once called me sister.”

It was like that.

Her that comes to mind every night, her ecstasy, her first love affair with her.

At that moment, when we were lying against each other, completely exhausted, Sylvia made a strange request to me.

Please call me ‘noona’.

Even thinking about it again, it was an extremely strange request.

I still remembered Sylvia’s clumsy imitation of her family.

She could still vividly remember the goosebumps she felt while watching it.

Because it wasn’t so long ago that I forgot it in the first place.

Perhaps that was a disaster that happened because Sylvia, who had lived without knowing much about her family or her love, loved me so much.

The conclusion that comes from thinking alone for a long time is sometimes strangely twisted.

Thanks to you, we have come a long way, but in the end, we have found the right direction to become a family.

People who love and trust each other.

People who have chosen each other as lifelong partners.

A couple.

She and I were becoming a couple.

I thought that Sylvia’s urge to be part of her family was virtually satisfied by confirming that we loved each other.

It would have been so.

Why is Sylvia making such a strange request to me again?

Unlike a marital relationship, a blood relationship was not a relationship created with the intention of creating it.

Because brothers are not something you choose.

Maybe I was thinking too deeply.

Sylvia is bigger than me and has a strong body.

Her large breasts, pelvis, and beautiful face made it clear that she was an attractive woman, but she still had a much more muscular body than me.

However, this may not be the only difference between men and women.

It was similar to the difference between an adult and a child.

Of course, I am a grown adult, but I am nothing compared to Sylvia.

Maybe Sylvia didn’t want to be my sister, but maybe she just wanted to see a lovely younger man call her sister.

Actually, it’s strange to worry this much.

It’s not that difficult to call someone your sister, and they say that there are many people in the world who have unique tastes, so this is probably a very good trait.

However, in the end, I could not call Sylvia my sister.

Sylvia, who is similar in age to Maria, must be an older sister to me, but for some reason, I couldn’t help but speak to her.

I was embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Maybe it was because I felt burdened by Sylvia’s reaction as she looked at me with her face full of expectations.

Next, next,

Every night when we greedily licked each other’s bodies and heat, she asked me to call her sister at least once.

I rejected that request every time with a shy smile.

That’s why.

“You don’t call me sister. “Then who is that person you called sister?”

This is probably the result.

“Uh…Uh…Ah…”

“Ma… Since you said your sister is already dead, it’s strange to say that you hope she’s doing well. It wasn’t directed at your older sister. Yes?”

She questioned me horribly.

It seemed like he had a strong will to stop me after hearing the answer from my mouth.

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However, at the same time, I could feel the sharp atmosphere that something big would happen if I told the truth.

What should I do?

Maybe it’s good?

“Ash, answer me.”

“…”

“Who the hell are you? Who is that person? “Who on earth is this happy woman who so freely calls Ash her sister, even though she said she wouldn’t do anything to me?”

No, you’re just saying this because the title ‘older sister’ is so valuable.

Ms. Sylvia glared fiercely at me with her bright red eyes without blinking even once.

She probably won’t quit until she gets what she wants.

I slowly opened my trembling lips.

To give her what she wants.

“…Stop it.”

“Ash. “I’m kidding…”

“Stop it… Sister.”

“…”

I made a mistake.

That’s how I felt when I saw Sylvia’s eyes bloodshot.

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I returned to the cabin with Sylvia.

Surprisingly, she didn’t do me any harm.

He just quietly held my hand and returned to the cabin.

Ms. Sylvia quietly led me to the table and sat down across from her and said.

“Ash.”

“Yes… Yes? Mr. Sylvia?”

“…”

“Silvia?”

“…”

“Sister Sylvia.”

“hehehe,”

What was so good about it, she said with a shy smile.

“You know, I have something to tell you.”

“What…?”

“My past.”

Suddenly now?

I asked her back with her puzzled expression.

“When going on an adventure? Or the Academy?”

“No, much before that.”

“Before that… She said she received that training, right?”

“Yeah… I’ve vaguely talked about it a few times, but I don’t think I’ve ever said it in detail.”

After saying that, Sylvia, or rather, her older sister, closed her eyes for a moment and pursed her lips.

It seemed like he was organizing what he wanted to say in his head.

After some time passed, she slowly began to open up about her own past.

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The trajectory of Sylvia’s life so far has been filled with desperate struggles and thrilling competition.

Now, I can’t even recall a single word of her face or name, and it’s been that way since the moment her parents sold her when she wasn’t even four years old to become a private soldier for their noble family.

Children who were sold to reduce their mouths, or children who were sent away crying because they had no ability to raise them, or children who were abandoned in the first place and grew up on the streets.

Although each person’s reasons were different, Sylvia grew up in that training facility along with many other children in similar situations.

They had to compete to survive.

The training was so harsh that many died from exhaustion, and every weekend, children over the age of twelve had to engage in grueling sparring sessions that ended only with the opponent’s life taken or maimed.

Sometimes, there were children who ran away, but most of them were hung in the middle of the training ground the next day, and the trainees had to watch the corpses while training.

All of the children who were not hanged were killed while running away.

Meals were always provided in insufficient quantities, so if you were late, you couldn’t eat.

This was probably done to encourage competition and make the trainees truly hate each other.

Of course, there were people with whom friendships blossomed even in such circumstances, but it was not Sylvia.

She grew up silently and quietly in that hellish place until she was seventeen.

Actually, when I think back now, it was full of strange things.

There were iron bars all over the trainees’ rooms, and when they slept, they had to tie one arm to a chain attached to the bed.

In addition, the training ground was not an ordinary facility in many ways, with all sides being blocked by high walls.

And the training was not at all ordinary soldier training.

If the goal was to raise troops, it would have been foolish to intentionally starve children in their prime, subject them to training so harsh that they could risk their lives, or engage in live combat sparring that would result in loss of troops.

This is a fact that can be seen if you think about it a little, but Sylvia and most of her children, who had grown up there since childhood, did not feel any such discomfort at that time.

Moreover, the trainees did not know the identity of the nobleman who brought them here.

According to rumors, I heard that it was a duke’s family, a low-ranking family but high enough to have the right to succeed to the throne.

I don’t know why a family as high as a duke would build such a facility and commit such harsh acts.

Sylvia survived there until she was seventeen.

One day, about four months after she turned seven, her life there came to an absurdly abrupt and abrupt end.

The dukedom collapsed overnight.

On the charge of plotting treason, the Duke and his entire family were executed, including his young children and grandchildren.

There were some opinions that no matter how much it was a treason, no matter how much it was an order from the king, the punishment was too harsh.

It was an attempt to usurp the throne by force, the fact that the plan had been prepared for well over twenty years, and the fact that numerous children were brought in, trained, and killed for the plan, so it was carried out unusually quickly. It is said that he was executed.

In other words, the training center where Sylvia grew up was a facility to train agents who would assassinate the royal family from the beginning.

After the case was sorted out, the King summoned all the children who had grown up in the facility, including her Sylvia.

The king felt sorry for them for losing their happy childhood, and gave them a chance to start a new life.

Fortunately, there was no hostile brainwashing education directed at the royal family, so among the trainees who were already over 20 years old, they were hired as national soldiers, and children under the age of 12 were sent to educational facilities.

For children older than twelve but under twenty, the king listened to each request as much as possible.

Some were allowed to be trained by the knights, and others were helped to become independent adventurers.

A few children, like Sylvia, who grew up in institutions from a very young age when they could not even speak, were admitted to the academy by the king himself, writing letters of recommendation.

As Sylvia attended the academy, she slowly began to learn common sense, etiquette, and how to treat people, albeit belatedly.

She

For the first time in her life, she even made a friend.

It was an irreplaceable time in her life when she realized the meaning of laughter and happiness for the first time.

Isn’t her sparkling and shining time the decisive reason why she was able to become a warrior?

Sylvia thought so.

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“… What follows is a story about the devil, as you know.”

“…”

It was a much darker story than I thought.

Her paradoxical attitude of calmly telling a terrible story was also the reason why it felt even more terrible.

After Ms. Sylvia finished her story, she slowly raised her head and fixed her eyes straight on me.

I stared blankly at her face, which showed a strong determination on her face, and then slowly opened my mouth.

“…It must have been a difficult story to bring up, but thank you for telling me, really.”

“Yes, thank you for listening.”

“But you know… Sylvia…”

“…”

Oh, really.

“Sister.”

“Yes”

“Why did you suddenly say this?”

It was a question that was bound to come up.

He came next to me without saying a word and suddenly started asking questions about my fiancee, then dragged my hand in and started talking about his past.

I didn’t understand her behavior at all.

Ms. Sylvia said, slowly nodding her head up and down.

“I forgot.”

“…Yes?”

“It’s all thanks to Ash.”

“…Uh, what is it?”

Sylvia slowly got up from the table and approached me.

Then he grabbed both my cheeks and gently kissed my lips.

It started out gently, but as her lips gradually gained strength, her moist tongue roughly opened my lips.

I tried to step back, but Ms. Sylvia’s strong hands held her tightly by the back of my neck.

Soon she gave up and stopped struggling, and she slowly left my lips with a gentle movement like the first time.

Her lips were tightly biting my lower lip until the last moment.

“Ha… Ash.”

“…Why all of a sudden…”

“Thanks to Ash, I remembered.”

I looked at her with her blank eyes.

It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this,

Just kissing Sylvia made me feel my pants being pulled up against my will.

Is it because my body remembers the act that used to happen naturally after a kiss with her?

I felt my breathing becoming increasingly difficult.

Seeing me like that, Sylvia smiled and continued speaking.

“That’s how used I am to competition.”

“…As if that’s what…”

Ms. Sylvia slowly hugged me and she gently bit my earlobe.

At the same time, he slowly put his hand inside my clothes and said.

“Let’s go to bed with my sister.”

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