We Defeated the Demon and Disbanded Without Any Conflict - We Defeated the Demon and Disbanded Without Any Conflict chapter 73

73 – past_saint_2

I sometimes dreamed while sleeping. To say it was a dream was nothing special, it was simply an extension of this life.

In my dream, I had achieved the best happiness I could think of.

A dream where I wash my body two days in a row and enjoy the scenery outside while wearing my favorite warm and loose clothes.

For me, happy dreams always had the same content. For me, happiness beyond this was wrapped in a veil.

When I woke up from a dream, the darkness in front of my eyes welcomed me as if it was a dark battle.

At the end of my descent, I reached a narrow room where I had to rely only on the light from a single lamp, and I lived there. I was a little happy that there was still space left even when lying down.

everything was quiet

While the door was locked, I couldn’t talk to anyone. There were more times throughout the day when I didn’t open my mouth.

Until I reached this age, I was the only one left here.

I was afraid of the silence where I couldn’t even hear someone brushing their clothes.

Even when I looked around, I was afraid of being alone with no one around.

I was afraid of the darkness, which could not allow me to properly examine such things.

I kept reading the letter combination I had secretly brought to forget about it.

At first, I had to spend a long time reading each paragraph. However, as I continued to read the same sentence over and over again, I gradually became able to read it quickly.

It was about a prince and a princess.

The princess is trapped in a tower waiting for the prince, and the prince goes through adversity to save the princess.

The situation is pictured in my head.

The princess imprisoned in the tower became me, and the surrounding environment transformed into a path to this building and mine.

My imagination was not so great that I could picture an unfamiliar sight in a few sentences.

The prince’s face was so black that even his imagination could not draw it properly.

But it was enjoyable nonetheless. When I read it, I was able to completely drive out my fears.

I read until the paper of the book was worn out and dirty.

I didn’t stop reading the book even though I read it so thoroughly that I completely memorized the flow of the story and the sentence.

i had a dream It wasn’t about the ordinary happiness that I always dreamed of.

I was wearing shiny clothes. It was a beautiful dress embroidered with jewels, just like the clothes of the ‘director’ when facing us.

I was stuck. It was not the narrow underground room like now, but the top of a tall castle. Since I had never actually seen a castle, it was a pitiful castle with only one tall spire.

I didn’t work there. I was just staring out the window, waiting for someone.

And at the end of the wait, the moment the prince whose face was painted black appeared, he woke up.

I woke up from my dream…

clothes are rags.

He goes to work after eating boiled blood and raw grain.

I forcibly grabbed my trembling arm and started to pickaxe.

Crispy things eat chewy chunks. I realized that it was a bug and something, but I didn’t feel repulsive because it was something I always ate from the beginning.

Occasionally I had a nosebleed or a dry cough with blood. I was so scared that my eyes were dizzy at the blood coming out, but the ‘directors’ were more frightening, so I hid it and kept moving.

happy. Because I could have such a dream.

It was unfortunate. Because I knew it was a dream

That book was a turning point in my life and a gift from the devil. After reading it, I thought I wanted to get out of here.

This place was hell.

What did I do wrong to live here like this?

The sight I saw casually on the way to the mine was so peaceful.

Children my age were playing in the mines, holding sticks instead of pickaxing, while others were holding something in their hand for the first time and bringing it to their mouth.

There were many days when I held my breath and cried.

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No one heard those sobs. couldn’t hear

The only place I leaned on was books.

I didn’t even have the will to resist.

I knew it from the time my hair grew. What are the ‘directors’ doing with the rebellious children?

Among the children taken away by the ‘director’, there were some who were in exceptionally bad condition. They were all dripping bright red blood, not enough to leave swollen faces or deep blue marks.

I was afraid of blood. Because it was no different from an indicator that clearly showed the pain.

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No one knew when I would be like that.

So I did what they commanded and said nothing else.

He was living a life with just that. Because I didn’t want to die.

The frequency of washing the body and giving a prepared answer decreased. Is it because it’s too overgrown?

I really washed my body after a while. His body was so skinny that his ribs were exposed.

what does a princess look like did it look like me? Or does it look like a ‘ledger’? Or is it the body of some ‘directors’?

I washed it while thinking about it. The water, darker than usual, flows into the hole.

..

“Bless these poor people…”

People dressed in black and white came up to me and held out their palms.

Something spurted out of that palm and wrapped around me.

It was warm.

It felt like something was being filled from inside my body.

I didn’t want to forget this feeling, so I forgot to stay still and asked her.

“I..”

His voice was cracked because he didn’t talk too much.

The director’s face was distorted.

“What’s going on? Why is your voice so…”

“What did you just do…?”

The ‘Director’ and ‘Director’ did not move. His face was contorted and he was just looking at me.

But they couldn’t give me this warmth. I wanted to hold on to this sensation that I felt for the first time in my life.

The man held out a book to me without saying a word.

It was a book with a unique pattern.

“If you read it, you will understand. So why did the voice become like that?”

“Today too, the thought of eating something delicious made me feel better…”

What were you thinking? That was enough to raise doubts.

The ‘Director’ took the person and went somewhere.

I read the book I received on the spot.

Having read so many books about princesses and princes, getting the text into my head was easy.

I put a thin booklet in my head.

pray. belief. faith.

Hold your hands together and pray to God. what you want most

I couldn’t understand any more details, and that was all I read and put into my head.

That was enough. I didn’t care if the hem to grab onto was short. If only I could turn my head away from the silence, darkness, and solitude that seemed to embody death.

..

“This f*cking baby .. I was quiet every time, so I was bored today?”

The ‘director’ called me and cursed at me. At the time, I didn’t know if that meant a bad thing. Because they didn’t say these things where we were all gathered.

It was clear that the ‘director’ was angry.

It seemed sick. It looked like it would bleed. I couldn’t open my mouth.

“Take it.”

sentencing.

One of the ‘directors’ pulled me.

Even though the ‘director’ and I are the same woman, the thickness of our forearms was different.

I couldn’t resist

And I learned firsthand what the captives go through.

blood is scary Because it is a direct evidence of pain.

“From next time onwards, you’ll really die, okay?”

I hurriedly nodded my head at the laugh that the ‘director’ made.

And my room got a little tighter. The worn-out books that were secretly hidden were also confiscated. Naturally, the book I received from him was also stolen.

But I knew. I still remember how it was done, at least roughly.

pray.

In the midst of silence and darkness, at a time when no one visits, I knelt down and held hands.

and begged

Please save me.

please let me out of here

let me see the light

I focused on it whenever I had time. I was able to forget things that scared me as much as reading a book.

And while praying like that, time passed.

Something seemed different.

After the prayer, a faint silvery light was dancing on the place where the palms of the hands were touching.

It was warm. just like it was back then.

I couldn’t let it go.

Even when I was working, I prayed whenever I had time.

I also prayed while eating.

Except for the time to sleep, we held hands and prayed.

I’m not sure if it’s right to say only my wish, but as I prayed over and over again, the silver glow started to grow stronger little by little.

It felt like my body and mind were wrapped in warmth, so I continued to immerse myself.

However, when the prayer is over, the warmth that enveloped the body disappears like smoke.

The only thing left is my figure in rags, on the verge of drying out and twisting.

Do you become more greedy in proportion to what you know? Since I started reading the book, my hopes have increased.

I continued to pray because I did not want to lose the warmth in front of me.

Hoping that something that heard my prayers would grant my wishes.

As usual, after praying, I was heading towards the mine.

As I skipped meals more and more, someone stabbed me in the back, barely maintaining my rank.

I couldn’t afford to look back. If we fall behind here, the ‘director’ would come running.

When I didn’t react, the person who stabbed me in the back broke away and came forward.

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No one seemed to notice even though I did such a noticeable act.

I saw that person’s face.

I didn’t know what to express. Those eyes stood out. Black, not mixed with any other color.

The only dark thing I knew was my room and the space where the light of the lanterns did not shine.

His pupils were the same color as them, but not so gloomy and dark.

Light shone between the black eyes. It felt warm just by looking at it.

His hair was also dyed black.

It seemed to be the exact opposite of the color I have.

“..-?”

It was an unknown word. But he had a pretty smile. It didn’t seem like he was trying to hurt me.

“What are you saying…”

“-.. .. ..-?”

He talked to himself for a while, but he frowned a little and continued to speak sparsely.

“.. … ..”

I couldn’t hear the words. From the pronunciation to the pitch of the sound, everything was different from what I had learned.

The person who tried to talk for a while with hand gestures went back when I didn’t respond properly.

I wondered if that little bit of specialness had just ended.

But the next day and the day after that, he appeared in front of me.

They sneakily joined the ranks heading to the mine and stabbed me in the back.

don’t look back Because the ‘directors’ were scared.

Then that person comes back to me. As if being a ‘director’ isn’t scary.

“Do you want to go out?”

I heard language familiar to me, like a combination of simple words.

It wasn’t a word I didn’t know what it meant.

I shook my head.

I don’t know who this person is, but I can never leave this place.

If you get caught by the ‘directors’ and ‘director’, you’ll go through that experience again with your skin cracking and bleeding.

“Really? Think about it. Outside, you can eat a lot of things like this.”

As he said that, he took out something well wrapped.

i’ve seen that It was something kids my age used to shove into their mouths.