I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me - I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me chapter 70

70 – Sign (3)

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It’s awkward.

The whole time we were eating, sitting across from her, facing her, I couldn’t help but think that Sylvia’s attitude was somehow unnatural.

She was clattering her fork against her plate in front of her with an expressionless face.

Just looking at it, it looked like he had no appetite at all.

“…Silvia, everything is cooling down. “Please eat quickly.”

“…Yes,”

Today’s deer steak was my own creation.

Because there was salt.

She finally succeeded in completely removing the stone dust mixed with the salt she picked up on the day she picked up her body.

I couldn’t help but look forward to finally tasting salty food for the first time in such a long time.

It must have been a long time since she tasted food seasoned with salt and pepper, but she could only tear and nibble at her meat, hardly able to enjoy it.

I thought there might have been a mistake during cooking, but the meat that came into my mouth was so delicious that it almost melted my cheeks.

Is it possible that the salt has gathered together and there is too little or no salt in her meat?

“Silvia, could you…”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s okay.”

Sylvia smiled weakly as she told me not to worry because it wasn’t that she didn’t have good taste.

I let out a small sigh at the awkward smile that didn’t look natural and seemed to be lumpy.

Today, Sylvia was going up and down throughout the day, her emotions fluctuating up and down.

Early in the morning, we chattered about how satisfying the s*x we had last night was.

In the afternoon, she smiled brightly and presented Lila’s coffin as a gift.

Then, suddenly, his expression became dark and he became less talkative.

Now, his eyes have lost focus, like a person in a daze.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was tired or annoyed by seeing Sylvia like that.

Perhaps her current depressed mood is due to her older sister Maria.

No matter how much I told myself not to care, I couldn’t help but care once I found out that I was Maria’s younger brother.

I kept telling her that it wasn’t your fault that my sister died or that I was cursed, but every time I said that, an indelible shadow of guilt would stick to Sylvia’s face.

In the end, she left less than half of her steak uneaten.

It was a waste of salt, so I ate it all.

After finishing her meal, Sylvia went into her room alone.

I wiped the grease from the bowl with a piece of cloth from my old, tattered clothes and thought about how I could make her feel better.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have revealed it so quickly.

To be honest, I thought it was okay because her reaction to my surprise confession was so calm, but it seems that wasn’t the case.

Perhaps the shock I received was greater than I imagined, so I couldn’t even react.

It was my fault.

It was a fact she hid because she anticipated the shock she would receive, but she was so moved by the fact that Laila’s coffin had been prepared separately that she impulsively revealed it.

I reflected on my hasty thoughts and selfish impulses.

The sun had completely set before I knew it, and after blowing out the candles in the living room, I went into her room.

Ms. Sylvia was sitting on her bed and lowering her head.

“Mr. Sylvia.”

“…Ah, yes Ash. Why?”

“… I have to sleep now.”

“Ah… Yes, that should be it.”

I slowly crawled up next to her as she slowly lay down on the bed.

I lay down next to Sylvia and tried to talk to her to ease her mood, but her mood showed no signs of improving.

He even stubbornly refused my request to help him because he wanted to hold Laila’s funeral again tomorrow.

Although it was a request she would have definitely granted if she were her normal self, she shook her head and quietly whispered, ‘I’m sorry.’

I nodded, understanding her feelings.

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Now that she knew that the girl she had buried was Maria’s youngest sister, it was natural for her to be reluctant to see Lila’s body brought out again.

She looks more depressed because I brought up her stupid request.

At this point, I started to worry that Sylvia might have nightmares again.

“Mr. Sylvia.”

“…”

“Sister Sylvia.”

“…Huh? Yeah…what’s wrong?”

“…”

“…”

“Do you want to have s*x?”

I tried to ask Silvia, who was depressed, to sleep with her.

Despite his cautious attitude, the words were spoken quite directly.

Since I have no knowledge of s*x in the first place, there is no way I would know the metaphor or slang that refers to the act, so it is inevitable.

She was always asking me to sleep with her, so this was the first time these words came out of my mouth.

This was more embarrassing than I thought.

I waited for her answer with her face blushing.

“… No, I think it would be better to just sleep today.”

“…Ah, yes.”

She refused even that.

Then he slowly turned his back on me and let out a deep, slow sigh.

It felt like her sighs were seeping in and widening the dark, long gap between her and me.

Suddenly, the scene of the night when Sylvia strangled her flashed before her eyes.

I held her tightly from behind to prevent her from strangling herself.

“…Silvia.”

“…”

“I am here. I will always be here. So… when you feel better, hug me.”

“…Ugh,”

As if to somehow bridge the gap between her and me, I wriggled and adjusted my position so that my entire body was pressed against her back.

Fortunately, Sylvia did not prevent even that.

I slowly went to bed, gently placing my cheek against her broad back.

“…Ash.”

I didn’t know at the time that the reason she was depressed wasn’t just because of her guilt about her older sister Maria.

As soon as morning came, Ms. Sylvia ran away from her cabin with the excuse that she was going out hunting.

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What is courage?

Swinging a heavy sword with one hand and charging at an enemy that seems impossible to defeat.

Revealing the truth for the sake of the person you love, even if you know that you will be despised by the person you love and lose any future you have with that person.

Which of the two has greater courage?

Ha, there was no need to worry.

Because I can’t do both anyway.

Sylvia let out a self-mocking laugh as she ran through the forest.

A coward.

Idiot.

Cowardly trash.

In the end, Sylvia ran away again today.

What is Ash doing now?

Like they said yesterday, will they dig up Laila’s grave, take out her torn body, and put it in her coffin?

Brave.

Even if she could not stand up to the bear, the strength of her resolve to face her own mistakes, mistakes, and her terrible failures and endure the resulting pain was a courage so great that Sylvia could not dare to imitate it. .

Like Maria, who cried out for her mother and died in the midst of her terrible torture but did not lift the spell that protected her allies, Ash was also a person with a shining spirit that did not break even if it was broken.

The light was so dazzling that I couldn’t even look at his face directly.

The more she loved Ash, the more she hated herself.

She hated herself for ruining meal time, swayed by regret and guilt.

Still, I was angry at myself for not being able to reveal the truth about her.

Meanwhile, the moment Ash proposed s*x with her, she was disgusted with herself for being swayed by that temptation.

And, Sylvia became afraid at the same time.

Ash is,

Ash, who noticed her strange attitude and looked at her with worried eyes,

Ash, who hugged my back last night and told me in a sweet voice that she would always be by my side,

The lovely Ash staff, whom I love so much and who also loves me so much,

Will you still love Sylvia when you find out everything I hid?

“Ash…”

Even though she received the love she had longed for, Sylvia’s anxious spirit did not improve.

On the contrary, it seemed like she was becoming more and more strangely twisted and broken.

After the death of her companions, the terrible sight created by the curse, and the hours of loneliness that gnawed at her soul, Sylvia’s soul was filled with holes too shabby and pitiful to be able to accept her pure love.

Her obsession with Ash, which had overflowed in her heart, was leaking through that hole.

Ah, Ash.

No, no.

Please don’t leave me,

Even if I’m trash, even if I’m the culprit that caused your sister’s death,

Even if I am a f*cking b*tch who made you commit a harsh murder out of a selfish desire not to let you go.

Still love me.

Ha,

f*ck, I have to say something that makes sense.

Sylvia suddenly stopped her aimless running steps.

It felt like I ran for almost an hour at a speed that was barely visible to the average person, but I didn’t stop due to fatigue or pain.

Atmosphere.

An uneasy atmosphere spread throughout the forest.

Sylvia muttered at the discomfort of her skin brushing against her.

“…Something is strange.”

I don’t know where this is.

No matter how long she had lived here, she had not visited the entire vast forest.

But if it had simply been an unfamiliar place, she wouldn’t have felt this uncomfortable.

Sylvia, who had not yet figured out the identity of her discomfort, slowly lowered her posture.

Since her field of vision was filled with overgrown trees and blades of grass, Sylvia closed her eyes and slowly felt her surroundings with her skin.

Was there really something strange about her forest, or did she just feel that way in her own confused mind?

I got goosebumps.

It was clearly a sign that the forest was strange.

Although Sylvia was blaming herself for having less courage than Ash, the fact remains that she is a hero.

At the time when she was advancing to subdue the demon lord, the sense of a sensitive warrior who had helped Silvia countless times was hers, even as her head was filled with confusion and regret and self-loathing. Sensing her surroundings, she sent her signal.

“… Magida.”

She felt as if she had reached the front of the Demon King’s castle, as heavy and dense demon energy filled the area around her.

How did she still not know about this place?

It must have been several years since the Demon King died, but there was still an area so full of demonic energy that remained.

“…What the hell is this?”

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The sound of trees twisting.

Although there was no wind blowing around her, she could hear the trees near her screaming and slowly falling.

Rather than being uprooted, the trees slowly tilted to the side, as if a person’s back was folded.

Sylvia looked around her and came up with the nickname of this forest.

Forest of lying trees.

I heard that trees grow to avoid evil energy, and in fact, I have seen trees growing as if they are falling down to avoid evil energy several times, but I never thought that full-grown trees like this would lie down with a twisting sound. This sight was quite spectacular.

Watching the trees slowly falling down, Sylvia turned her body, thinking that she should avoid this place.

“…Wait,”

Why are the trees falling now?

At that moment, Sylvia broke into a cold sweat.

There was no such area filled with demonic energy that still remained.

At this moment, demon energy began to flood this place.

“…f*ck.”

In the forest, magical energy began to build up.

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