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Chapter 4: Just Because It’s You (4)

Chapter 4: Just Because It’s You (4)

It was strange.

No matter how Siel looked at it, she couldn't understand.

The boy was definitely out of place.

From what she had observed, he was never foolish.

In every action, he exhibited an intelligence that seemed out of place for his age. He could immediately detect when someone was scheming and was quick to catch on.

However, what was strange was his way of dealing with things.

The norm was if someone attacked you first, you killed them before they got you.

That was how the world she had wandered for the last three years worked.

But the boy, he would always resort to uncomfortable means like threats or intimidation, never attempting to kill his opponents first.

So, she asked him.

- It would be easy for you to plan their demise. Why don’t you seek any revenge?

To which the boy responded as if she were the one who was strange.

- What are you talking about?

- Why on earth would I kill those kids?

- No, I mean, they are indeed annoying, but they’re still kids. Plus, if they weren’t in this place, they wouldn’t have turned out this way, right?

The more they talked, the more she realized how odd this man was.

As if he came from a completely different world.

Because they’re children, they should naturally be protected.

To her, children were livestock.

Property owned by their parents.

If there wasn’t enough money to raise them, they’d be buried in the ground as soon as they were born, or if there was a bit of leeway, they’d be raised to be put to work, or if circumstances worsened, they’d be sold for a fair price.

At least, that’s how the world she knew worked.

But when she shared such thoughts, the boy was horrified and utterly disgusted.

- It’s fundamental for parents to love their children.

He said, blaming the current state of the world on its sheer madness.

Hearing this, the girl felt she was beginning to grasp the essence of this man.

He was an impossible dreamer.

A dreamer with such a soft mentality, one wonders how he has survived in this harsh world.

To survive in this harsh world, one must distrust, be wary of, and betray everyone.

Yet, this man truly believed.

In a world where everyone is treated equally.

A world where parents can love their children.

A world where they don’t have to kill each other to live.

He insisted such an absurd world must come to be.

That it was only right, and it was the natural order of things.

‘Was he a child of a noble family?’

That was the only conclusion she could come to.

Such naivety could only come from a child who grew up sheltered, unaware of the ways of the world.

Probably a noble’s son, caught up in some mishap and ended up here.

‘Surely, he’ll face reality soon enough.’

She was convinced his ideals would crumble one day.

And yet...

The boy never changed.

She watched in a daze as the boy was whipped in her place.

The fragile human body.

The pain must be unimaginable for her.

But the boy’s expression remained unchanged.

She knew why.

She had seen something similar before.

- It’s okay, Siel. Really. Mommy is really okay, so don’t worry and go to sleep.

Pretending to be strong, telling her not to worry, that it’s all okay.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt because of my constitution.”

Despite being beaten to a pulp, the boy said so.

Surely, he was hurt because of her.

So, it was only right for him to hate and resent her.

It was logical to keep a distance.

Yet, why did the boy continue to stick by her?

She couldn’t understand.

Every action of his was incomprehensible.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.”

Why couldn’t he just walk past a starving child, instead secretly sharing his rations?

“Keep this to yourself if you have any conscience. My rations are limited as it is. I already have enough enemies, being marked as a fool would be the end of it.

And... this is the last time I’m helping you out. Find your own way to survive and eat.”

Why does he wear a guilt-ridden expression as he says such things?

After saving someone with his own food, why does he look as if he’s done something wrong?

Too soft.

Far too soft.

With such a mindset, there’s no way to survive.

A world of equality, human rights, a world where children can live carefree as children. In this world, dreaming of such things is futile; they can never be achieved.

Yet, the boy remains unchanged.

In these two weeks, nothing has changed.

“…Eat this. I’m not feeling hungry today.”

Again today, the boy says this as he hands her a piece of bread.

She couldn’t hold back any longer.

She simply couldn’t understand this boy.

She couldn’t understand herself for being unable to take her eyes off this foolishly kind boy, who was dreaming an impossible dream.

“Why?”

So, the question slips out.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

The girl is no fool.

She knows.

She knows the boy hasn’t touched food for days, always giving his share to her or the other kids.

Always taking the whip in her place, always helping her out.

Always appearing to help her whenever she’s in danger.

She knows it all.

“Was there something wrong with the bread you ate earlier? Take this quickly; my arm’s getting tired.”

The boy feigns ignorance with his response.

“You should be the one eating this. You haven’t eaten anything in days.”

She couldn’t stand his reaction.

It upset her.

Of course, it’s not right.

She doesn’t deserve such treatment.

It was the same with her mother.

Her mother wasn’t supposed to die because of a monster like her.

So.

“Why?”

She just couldn’t accept it.

The reason he’s doing this for her. The reason he cares so much about her.

She looks at the boy again.

With an awkward face, he scratches his neck, thinks for a bit, then speaks.

“Just, because it’s you.”

Why does that phrase bother her so much?

*****

The girl slowly moved her feet.

The surroundings were noisy. However, with a slight manipulation of magical energy, understanding the situation around her was a simple task.

And then, Siel saw it.

The fate that the boy had met.

It was as expected. The boy was far too kind.

He should have killed everyone who stood in his way. He shouldn’t have shown any kindness.

That outcome had already been decided long ago.

The boy, having lost consciousness, was being dragged to the platform for execution. The girl, who had been staring blankly at this scene...

“Are you there?”

For the first time, she initiated a conversation with the wolf.

Why? She herself couldn’t comprehend her actions.

It wasn’t logical. All she had to do was run away here.

She had escaped from such places before. She had learned all the magic to conceal her presence from her mother.

So why was she doing this?

Because of that boy?

That was strange. They had only known each other for two weeks.

She didn’t even know the boy’s name.

Moreover, if he harbored such dreams, truly a dreamer wishing to make this already doomed world a better place,

He wouldn’t survive long even if he were to be saved here.

But why.

“I’ll make a contract.”

Was her lips moving on their own?

Why can’t she take her eyes off him? Why does he concern her so much?

‘Ah...’

It was then that the girl finally understood what love was.

- Just, because it’s you.

Just like the simple words the boy had said.

She believed that her mother shouldn’t love her. She believed that she shouldn’t love her mother.

Because she was an abomination. A life that should never have been born.

But it’s different.

Love isn’t like that.

When someone loves someone, no reason is needed.

When someone loves someone, no qualifications are needed.

You simply cherish them because you want to. You cherish them simply because they are precious.

She doesn’t want him to die.

So,

[I’ve certainly received half of your soul.]

She loves him.

She wants to protect him, no matter what sacrifices are made.

“Swallow it up, wolf.”

A sinister black shadow casts over the world.

What once was human morphs into mere flesh.

Walking serenely through that place drenched in blood and flesh, the girl advances.

To save the one she loves.

“...Siel?”

The boy she holds in her arms looks at her.

He must be incredibly bewildered.

And rightfully so.

The overseers have all been devoured by the shadows without a trace.

The children are all plunged into panic, scrambling to escape.

“How did you... No, more importantly... Why?”

The boy asked.

Why she helped him.

Siel pauses, lost in thought.

Although she considers herself selfish, it’s actually because she adores him, who is kinder than anyone.

Because she too has become curious about the ideal world he speaks of.

Because he taught her what love is.

Siel didn’t know how to express all those feelings in just a few words.

So, with a faint smile, Siel simply said,

“Just, because it’s you.”

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    dikh
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    The camp seemed quieter than usual, though it was a deceptive kind of quiet. The kind that hummed with the potential for disaster. Siel and he sat under the dull light of the mining barracks, backs pressed against the stone wall. The air was thick with tension. It had been days since Ruk and his gang had been led on the wild goose chase to the guards' storage shed. The plan had gone off without a hitch—at first.

    But now, something was wrong.

    “I don’t like this,” he muttered, his voice low. “It’s too quiet.”

    Siel’s eyes flickered up at him from the darkness. She had grown more expressive over the past few days, though still reserved. Their relationship had shifted into something... closer. Maybe even something like trust. It was strange, but welcome.

    “We should wait,” Siel whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the guards making their nightly rounds.

    He shook his head. “I’m not sure we have that kind of time.”

    The initial escape plan had been simple enough—keep Ruk’s gang occupied, gradually find weak spots in the camp’s security, and slip out before anyone noticed. But now, things were changing. Ruk and his gang had been growing more suspicious since the failed raid, glaring at him and Siel from across the camp, whispering amongst themselves. The guards, too, seemed to be on higher alert. The walls, once porous and seemingly weak, now felt insurmountable.

    “We can’t rush this,” Siel added. “If we get caught, they’ll—"

    Before she could finish, the heavy iron doors to the barracks swung open, and a group of guards entered, dragging several figures behind them.

    It was Ruk and his gang.

    The guards threw them to the ground, their faces bruised, covered in dirt, and blood. Ruk’s lip was split, and one of his friends was limping. Their eyes were wild, filled with both fear and fury.

    “You think you can outsmart us?” one of the guards growled, kicking Ruk in the side. Ruk grunted in pain but didn’t respond.

    The entire barracks had gone deathly silent, everyone watching, waiting to see what would happen. Punishments like these were rare, but when they happened, they were brutal.

    “Stealing from the guards?” Another guard spat on the ground next to Ruk’s face. “We don’t tolerate thieves here. You should have known better.”

    Ruk’s gang huddled together, beaten but defiant. He could feel Siel’s hand tighten slightly around her own sleeve as she watched the scene unfold, her expression unreadable but tense.

    The guards dragged Ruk and his friends out, leaving a heavy sense of unease behind. Whispers began to spread through the barracks, some of the kids muttering in low voices about what would happen next. Punishments like that didn’t end with a few bruises. Ruk was done for. His reign of terror was over, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

    “We need to stop,” Siel whispered, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Our plan—it won’t work now.”

    He stared at her, disbelief creeping into his chest. “What? We’re so close!”

    She shook her head, her expression serious. “No, we’re not. The guards are watching everything now. If we try anything, we’ll end up like them—or worse.”

    His stomach twisted. Siel was right. The camp was on high alert, and their window of opportunity was shrinking fast. Any hope of escape would have to wait. But waiting could also mean death if they didn’t act soon.

    “Then what do we do?” he asked, frustration bleeding into his voice.

    Siel glanced around, her gaze shifting toward the mine entrance. “We wait. For now.”

    Wait. The very idea gnawed at him. Every instinct screamed to act, to find a way out before things got worse. But there was no choice. Not yet. Not until the tension died down.

    “Fine,” he muttered, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ll wait. But we won’t wait forever.”

    Siel gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable. The tension between them was thick, though it wasn’t anger or distrust—it was something far more complex. A shared understanding that neither of them was willing to give up, even if the odds were stacked against them.
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  2. Offline
    itisme
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    Such a waste... All the decisions he took were leading to that place... Dying is proper for him, although he will not.
    I am not sure if he has heard the saying "In Rome do as the Romans do". The mc acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows. An adult male not recognising his situation but being blinded by his imagination. I do not condone on killing the children, but what has to be done, needs to be done. I am disappointed by the incompetency.

    I am from the neutral Dao.
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    MTL Ancestor
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    Sometimes i wonder if i would enjoy a MC who is genuinely like he/she is perceived more than the opposite.
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  4. Offline
    BucatiPasta
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    fireeee
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