I Was Sick of Loving You - I Was Sick of Loving You chapter 57

57 – Flower Garden and Tombstone

With a sharp pain in my neck, I opened my eyes. My mind, which had just opened its eyes and was dazed, began to return only after I blankly gazed at the blue-lit room. My mind returned, and I remembered what had happened before I lost consciousness.

I was obviously confronting the fallen. The Dark Elves disappeared from sight, and consciousness was cut off along with the pain.

The memory of being beaten so easily makes my mouth ache. Feeling the bitter taste, I checked the current situation.

Confronting them, they were nowhere to be seen, and the daggers they were holding disappeared. And the hands are tied with thick vines.

It’s fortunate that they are invisible, but you never know when they’ll be back. We need to get out of here before they come. If you face them again, you may not have a chance to escape.

My heart grew impatient at that thought, and I exerted myself to cut off the vine that was in the way. I felt the overflowing power from the body, which was stronger than I remembered, but I couldn’t break the vine. Rather, I felt a sharp pain in my wrists that were tied.

Failing to cut the vines like that, I checked the room again to find anything that might help me cut the vines, but there was nothing but a mirror and a bed.

I looked at the mirror in such a desolate room and pondered for a while.

You can break the mirror and use the shards to cut it off, but the sound will definitely leak out. If I had a thick blanket, I’d be able to reduce the sound.

Even with such a thought, there is not even a thin blanket, let alone a thick blanket. As I was struggling with the situation, I heard light footsteps. Hearing that sound, I hurriedly moved to the place where I had opened my eyes earlier, and closed my eyes.

Footsteps got closer and closer, and I heard the door open.

“You haven’t woken up yet.”

“It is strange. You should be awake by now.”

“What is strange about it?”

“It’s not like I’ve done it once or twice, so I know when it will happen.”

My heart started beating wildly at the Dark Elf’s words.

“You haven’t done it once or twice, what do you mean?”

“There was a time in the past when barbarians tried to extend their range to the vicinity of the Holy Land. At that time, as a warning, I stunned everyone approaching nearby like this. Thanks to you, I tried to get tired of it.”

“Right. But when was that old time?”

“Thirty years? That’s probably about it.”

“Hasn’t it been so long that you’ve lost your senses?”

“Is it like that? Still, thirty years isn’t that old.”

“Thirty years ago, I wasn’t even born.”

“Yes? My sister is really cute. Baby sister.”

“I can’t understand Jangsaengjong’s sense of time.”

After a few words mixed with annoyance, the conversation was cut off and only the sound of footsteps approaching me was heard. The tension grew as the footsteps got closer, my heart beating wildly and it became difficult to keep my breathing natural.

I forced my breathing to be disturbed and prayed that I would not be caught by them. As I was praying like that, I felt a warm feeling on my neck.

“Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be bruised.”

Warmth runs away.

“I said it before, but it’s natural that I did it with care.”

“The sound of the blow was loud for something like that.”

“It is an illusion. How it broke my heart when I knocked you out.”

“It was a relieved expression for something like that.”

“Oh, no. More than that, brother doesn’t wake up too much.”

“It certainly doesn’t happen too much. Maybe it’s because of mental problems…”

There was a gloom in his voice, and his words were cut off.

“It won’t be like that. So don’t make that face.”

“still…”

“If you’re really worried, you can ask the chieftain to look at your condition.”

“That would be nice. Do you know where the elder is now?”

“You should be gardening by now.”

“Can you guide me?”

“of course.”

After that, I heard the sound of them moving away, and then the sound of the door closing. Only then did I open my eyes and let go of the tension.

After I let go of the tension, the title ‘Brother’, which seemed to refer to me, lingered in my head. That ringing title was so familiar, and it felt strange because it felt friendly.

you are brother Was I really good friends with them? Did I hang out with the fallen? Probably not. It should be no. No matter how much I don’t remember, I can’t have abandoned my conviction to live an upright life.

With that thought in mind, I forcibly pushed the words out of my head. I pushed it away and reached out with the intention of breaking the mirror.

When my hand touched the mirror, the mirror took on a dull blue light, and the mirror shattered and scattered across the floor.

Embarrassment came over the situation. After a brief moment of bewilderment, I was seized by the thought that the time given might not be long.

Pushing aside my embarrassment, I picked up a sharp shard of glass and cut off the strong vine. After cutting off the tough vine and finding freedom in my hand, the hand that was holding the shard of glass tingled with pain and blood flowed out quite a bit.

I tore off the ends of my clothes, covered the skin that had been cut quite a bit, and looked carefully through the cracks in the door. A space filled with books on the walls comes into view, but no people are visible.

Even though I was relieved by that fact, there was still a bit of anxiety, so I cautiously left the room. That’s how I came out of the room, and I moved on, paying attention to whether there was someone I didn’t feel. I got out of the building where I couldn’t feel even a handful of people, and headed to the forest where large trees were densely located.

Entering the forest blindly, at the risk of losing your sense of direction, is better than being captured by the corrupted again. And if you look in the direction of the sun and walk in one direction, you will be able to get out someday.

Thinking so, I looked up at the sun, but I couldn’t see it. The sky was full of clouds, so the sun was not covered. just no sun The sky is just blue, nothing. It’s not dark though.

The fact made my head complicated.

I heard that the Dark Elves use special magic, but are you already possessed by magic? Or, is it a space separated from the world?

I don’t know the answer to those questions. You can only know that the situation is more dangerous than you thought.

If you go back, you will be caught by the corrupted ones, and if you go into the forest as it is, there is a high possibility that you will get lost. Even if you try to leave a trail to prevent wandering, you can’t do that as it will be a clue to the pursuit.

In a situation where I couldn’t do this or that, I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. Feeling the bitter taste, while struggling, a small light like a firefly approached me.

The light hovered around me like a living creature. It reminded me of a story about a forest fairy I had seen in a book.

“There are many types of forest fairies, but basically they are very wary. If such beings come to you, they may be favored by a special attraction, or mischievous mischief. A fairy with goodwill will bring you good luck, and a fairy who likes mischief will make you wander through the forest.”

As I recalled the contents of the book, the light flew slowly in one direction. I thought for a while about the way that figure was guiding me.

I thought that nothing would change even if I thought about it, so I just followed the light, hoping that luck would follow me.

The more the light followed, the more the landscape of the forest changed. The dense trees are sparsely spaced apart, and the ratio of grass and flowers is higher than that of trees. And, the cries of birds and insects were heard in the forest that had been quiet until just now. For some reason, it sounded a little sad.

As I was walking along listening to the sound, a flower field with colorful flowers came into view. The field of flowers bloomed around the two tombstones in the center and a rusty sword.

Feeling an incomprehensible attraction to that sight, I moved as if possessed. His feet stopped in front of the tombstone, and his hands brushed off the dust from the tombstone.

As I brushed the dust off the old-looking tombstone, heavy and deep emotions flooded my heart. A heavy and thick feeling spread through my heart and stained it with its color. I felt pain in my heart stained with heavy and sorrowful colors.

I don’t know the cause of the pain. The pain came over me like a tidal wave. I am not unfamiliar with the pain that comes over me. I’m used to it as if it were mine.

I looked at the tombstone that conveyed such familiar pain. Bold writing caught my eye.

“Bianca” “Ivy”

That was the end of the writing on the two tombstones. That’s it. Barely… that’s all.

The emotions and pain that came from the tombstone became heavier and thicker, and swallowed me as if to drown me.

The world is dyed in the colors of emotions.

My colors are thinning.

By the time my color faded, a blue light enveloped me.

“Stop it. After living half of your life crying, are you still lacking?”

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Longing for it, the resolute voice and the light that enveloped me blew away the colors that colored the world.

My mind, which had been choking on the rushing emotions and was dying, regained breath, and reason returned. The returned reason made me look at the place where the voice was heard.

A benevolent old man with white hair and a white beard caught my eye.

“You are still immature. so are you So do I,”