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Became a tyrant of defense games - Episode 600

◈ 600. [Side Story] Hurt (2)

Temple. intensive care unit.

Nobody and Chain, who came here to visit, clicked their tongues. It was directed at Candler, who was lying with a dazed face on the intensive care unit bed..

“I really hurt my head..”

“I really couldn't walk properly..”

“Who would lie like that? It all comes back..”

“But where did you buy it? Tsk tsk.”

Candler survived..

It was a mystery how she could survive in the middle of the southern plains in the face of such a huge explosion..

Did the golem sacrifice its life to protect it at the last moment, and what kind of miracle worked and how?…….

But Candler suffered terrible injuries after being caught in the explosion..

He suffered burns all over his body and suffered a serious head injury. Her legs were burning and she could not walk properly..

Now I'm lying in the intensive care unit bed, staring into space with blank eyes, just breathing in and out..

“…….”

“…….”

Likewise, with his entire body wrapped in bandages, Nobody and Chain looked into Candler's hospital room for a while..

“Get well soon. Then we can play poker together in this boring hospital room..”

“okay. I'm bored because it's just these two guys hanging out together..”

“When you come to your senses, call us! Scream! got it?”

After shouting nonsense, the two mercenaries slowly walked away from the intensive care unit..

The faces of the blind swordsman and the warlock walking down the hallway were stiff..

***

The intensive care unit next to it.

Gulp, gulp!

Kelly Bay was continuously swallowing a bottle of hard liquor..

His condition was also very bad, with bruises and burns all over his body. Damian made an ejaculation in front of Kelly Bay, who was continuously drinking alcohol..

“Master Kelly Bay. My body says it’s alcohol, please… … At least after treatment is over…….”

“……How can I be sober right now??”

Kelly Bay, who carelessly placed the bottle of alcohol she had finished drinking on the bed, mumbled in a loose voice..

“My son rides away to die on Geronimo, and when I see him, I know what happened to him.?”

“…….”

“I boarded the lifeboat. I will live. My son is going to die, but I am going to live..”

Kelly Bay waved his short arms wildly..

“The lifeboat was blown away by the explosion and fell off the cliff. I know what I was thinking.?”

“…….”

“I thought it was scary. I'm scared of dying. Then, the parachute opens and the lifeboat slowly lands at the bottom of the cliff... … I know what I did?”

Damian closed his eyes tightly. Kelly Bay chewed and spit out the words she had repeated several times..

“I breathed a sigh of relief... … ! I said I survived, and I was relieved without even realizing it! I was relieved that I escaped the explosion that killed my son.!”

“……Craftsman.”

“This is also my father... … This is also my father.…….”

Kelly Bay fumbled for an empty liquor bottle with red, bloodshot eyes..

“I am a selfish, stubborn, shameless dwarf who only cares about my own life. Why did you save me and my son die?.”

“…….”

“How can I become the next king?!”

Kelly Bay threw an empty liquor bottle at the other dwarves snooping outside the intensive care unit..

Clang-! Glass fragments flew with a sound. The dwarves screamed and stepped back..

“go away! Shut it all off! Get out before I break everyone’s heads.!”

The dwarves retreated in a hurry due to Kelly Bay's threat..

After looking at Kelly Bay, who was panting heavily, Damian also slowly walked out of the room..

“Rest, father-in-law. Don't think about it…….”

“…….”

Finally, in an empty room, Kelly Bay's trembling hand, which was looking at an empty liquor bottle, covered his face..

“I… … What can I do for you, son… … It's already too late…….”

***

next day.

West of Crossroads. grave site.

In front of the funeral that came again, the area was crowded. Because the number of people who died this time was so high..

“…….”

I kept my mouth shut as I looked at that scene..

Many people were killed and injured. More than 50 heroes died, and 200 of them were injured..

Casualties among ordinary soldiers were well over 1,000..

For the past three days, I have led the restoration work during the day and visited them one by one at night to console them all..

however… … If all the sorrow fades away with nothing more than a comforting message from the commander, what sorrow will remain in the world?.

The city was still in mourning.

Each coffin is covered with a national flag, holy water is sprinkled, and a choir sings.…….

As I was looking down at the chaotic scene of the funeral home, someone approached me..

“His Royal Highness Prince Ash.”

When I turned around, the person limping towards me on crutches was none other than Macmillan, the commander of the Air Force Fleet..

I nodded..

“Lord Macmillan. How is it?.”

“It's a personal injury and time will heal. But the wounds I suffered as Fleet Admiral will probably never heal..”

The air fleet was virtually destroyed..

Most of the aircraft used in this battle were decommissioned..

The flagship Alcatraz, which symbolized the empire, also performed a spectacular last dance, but was ultimately unable to escape retirement..

“The enemy was a monster beyond common sense... … This damage is too great. I will report this to the imperial family, and I will also receive appropriate punishment..”

“Disposal?…….”

“Alcatraz is a private ship that symbolizes the imperial family. She deserves to be punished, she retired such a lie…….”

Immediately afterwards, Macmillan looked bitter and put a pipe in his mouth..

“Well, I'm not in a position to say something like that in front of Geronimo..”

“…….”

Geronimo was completely defeated. I couldn't even find a trace.

I was in the center of the explosion and everything melted..

“What are you going to do now??”

Macmillan, who was silently exhaling smoke next to me for a moment, asked. I answered, adjusting my collar..

“What happened? You have to do what you do.”

“Just like you used to... … Are you saying that we keep fighting monsters??”

“…….”

“All water-based facilities from the forward base to the southern wall were destroyed, and the air force fleet was annihilated. The casualties amount to thousands. This is all damage suffered by the elites on the front lines..”

I listened quietly. Macmillan continued.

“I heard that the next monster called the Black Dragon was granted a reprieve. At most, it would be a month or two. Can we repair this damage by then??”

“……What do you want to say, Lord Macmillan? Do you want to talk about abandoning Crossroads and retreating the front lines??”

“Wouldn't it be better to do that if necessary? If you retreat to the central part of the continent, you will find several imperial fortresses. Or rather, take over the military to New Terra and make a perfect response.…….”

“…….”

His point was valid..

however…….

“The Crossroads is your last line of defense, Lord Macmillan. If the defense line is breached here, I don't know where the monster's path will take. At the very least, the southern part of the continent will be devastated, and if you're as clever as the Black Dragon, you might end all the worlds that we don't protect..”

“…….”

“This fortress city is the gateway to royalties. Even if I die, I have to die here.”

After cutting off Macmillan who was trying to offer further opinion, I suddenly asked:.

“Lord Macmillan. What if the world were to end tomorrow? what are you going to do today?”

Macmillan, who was taken aback by the unexpected question, scratched his chin and answered..

“……well. Wouldn’t you lie in bed all day, read your favorite book, and smoke a cigarette??”

“Right.”

Macmillan asked me as I nodded..

“What will you do, Your Majesty? If the world were to end tomorrow.”

“I'm going to attack you.”

“yes?”

“To the destruction of the world, I'm going to invade.”

I quietly stared south.

“And I will kill that bastard called destruction and protect the world..”

“…….”

“That's my plan this time.”

“yes?”

“You'll know when you see it, so don't worry too much right now..”

Before we knew it, the ceremony progressed quickly. My turn to speak was approaching..

“Thank you for your performance in this battle. We'll talk again later.”

After nodding to Macmillan, I headed down to the podium..

Macmillan tilted his head and followed behind me..

***

When I got up to the podium, people's eyes were focused on me..

There were not many people with sound bodies, and even fewer with sound minds. Everyone's faces were full of sadness and hurt..

Some people even had creepy anger on their faces..

Hatred and resentment were streaming from the faces of my heroes who had lost loved ones..

“…….”

That would also be a way for each person to relieve their sadness..

I took a breath and slowly opened my mouth..

“Today, I will stop talking about things I have said many times over. Instead, today I… … I want to talk about a miracle.”

I said while looking around the audience..

“It's a story about a mercenary named Candler..”

The soldiers' eyes were focused on me. I continued..

“This golem master was terrified of monsters during his first battle. After lying about his injuries, he retired..”

I smiled slightly.

“I don't want to criticize this.”

Everyone wants to run away from an incomprehensible enemy..

Those who can fight despite such fear remain soldiers, and those who eventually reach their limit retire..

This is not a question of better or worse. It's not a question of right or wrong either..

It just happens that way. It's just something that we all experience as we struggle in this crazy world..

“but. After this, Candler once again joined the front lines. And he sacrificed his life to protect the city..”

If only she hadn't summoned a golem to carry away Lord of the Flies' body..

The city would have been destroyed more horribly than it is now. Maybe we're all dead.

But what I want to talk about is not her achievements..

it's her heart.

“The one who ran away after reaching his limit comes back to fight. It's never just like that. It doesn't happen everywhere..”

I shook my head..

“this is impossible.”

One more time, give me strength.

“this is a miracle.”

People are watching me with concentration. I continued..

“The miracle wasn't that she summoned a golem and lifted the monster's corpse. As she risked her own life, a normal human being, this heart of hers decided to fight again... … It's a miracle.”

I slowly lowered my head..

“In this battle, many noble sacrifices were made..”

Burnout.

Kellyson.

school.

Insect Busters. And in countless places where my gaze could not reach, countless people…….

gave his life for the world.

“What made them risk their lives to fight??”

I raised my head again and looked around at the people..

“We are ordinary humans. Compared to that gigantic monster, it is really just a small, tiny being. It's natural to want to run away. That's instinct. But what is it that allows us to finally stand here and fight??”

I clenched my fists..

“A human heart fighting against a monster so big and so fearful. I want to call this person's heart, more incomprehensible than any incomprehensible monster, a miracle..”

“…….”

“All of us who stand here and fight are creating miracles every day by fighting against the impossible and winning. we live in a miracle.”

I raised my voice.

“my people.”

Everyone straightened their posture and looked at me. I continued..

“I hope you remember this miracle you caused. I hope you are proud of this miracle. I hope you don't consider this miracle ordinary. I hope you realize what a great job you are doing..”

I looked south at the ruined city..

“The war situation is not good. Now we stand on ruins. However, these ruins are ruins that were saved by the miracle of all of us who participated in this battle..”

After smiling vaguely at people,,

“Let's start over from these ruins, believing that there is something here that those monsters can never destroy, that there is something here that those who died before us wanted to protect..”

Slowly, I looked at the newly erected grave site..

The faces of the people who had passed away passed through my mind one after another..

“…….”

Take a moment to breathe and calm your mind..

In honor of the dead, I recited a poem I had prepared..

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is just a vain dream

Life is but an empty dream!

I hope you don't say it in sad phrases

In the world's broad field of battle,

In the vast battlefield called the world

In the bivouac of Life,

Even if it means sleeping on the road

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Rather than being chased silently like an animal

Be a hero in the strife!

Become a hero who jumps into the fight

Lives of great men remind us

Learn from the lives of great people

We can make our lives sublime,

That we too can live a noble life

And, departing, leaving behind us

On the sand of passing time

Footprints on the sands of time;

We too can leave footprints

Footprints, perhaps another,

Those footprints later

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

Crossing the majestic sea of ​​life

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

I caught the eye of a brother who was shipwrecked and abandoned.

Seeing, shall take heart again.

I'll give you new courage

Let us, then, be up and doing,

Now let us all stand up and fight

With a heart for any fate

With the courage to not give in to any fate

***

same time.

lake kingdom.

10In the deepest darkness of the area, the source of darkness at its core - King Seong.

《…….》

The Night Bringer sat on the throne in the throne room here, closed his eyes tightly and remained as still as a stone statue..

There was a long silence in this dark place, and there was no movement in the throne room as if the world had stopped..

How long has it been like that?.

The black dragon slowly opened his eyes. In the darkness that had fallen, his golden eyes appeared as if light had arisen..

Suddenly, a low voice flowed from between the black dragon's open lips..

It was an old poem that the Demon King, the original owner of this place, often recited..

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor PLAYER

That struts and frets his hour upon the STAGE

And then is heard no more. It is a TALE

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Life is a walking shadow

I'm anxious to show off on stage for a moment, but

He's just an unfortunate actor who will soon be forgotten.

Life is like a story told by an idiot

Although it is full of shouts and anger

***

Signifying NOTHING.

In the end it means nothing.

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