Blood of the Hunting God

Abigail stood up with support, looking to the left and right.

Looking for it, it took some time to find the figure of the other party.At this moment, Disma was lying among a pile of white flowers, lying quietly like that without making a sound.

"Mr. Disma?"

Abigail, whose movements still seemed a little staggering, approached step by step.

No response, how could...

"Mr. Disma!"

Stumbling to the other side, Abigail, who found the other side lying on the ground, reached out to hold the other side's shoulders and turned the man over.

The huge trauma that penetrated Disma's chest and abdomen was immediately magnified in front of the girl at this moment, causing her eyes to widen when she was about to say something, and suddenly became at a loss.

"Mr. Disma..."

Such an injury, such a serious injury...

No, it's not just these wounds, there is a huge penetrating wound in the abdomen, and the wound has turned black and rotted. Is it the collapse of flesh and blood caused by filthy power?

Corroded to this extent...Mr. Disma, how many hours has he fought with this serious injury? !

"call……"

Gently, I heard the sound of Disma exhaling.

"Ah, Mr. Disma, that, please don't talk, don't move, I, I will find a way to bandage it."

Abigail, who found that the other party was still alive and awake, wanted to do something subconsciously, but didn't know how to deal with the horrible injury that almost split Disma's torso in half. , I wanted to go to the other two to find supplies like bandages.

"no need……"

Stretching out his hand, Disma grabbed Abigail's wrist, shook his head and said weakly.

"But, but your injury..."

"No need...just talk to me..."

"but……"

"Please... at least for the last time, please spare me..."

"Um……"

The body that was about to stand up slowly sat down.

Abigail looked around and saw countless white flowers spreading out.

The sea of ​​snow-white flowers exuding a cold light, blooming as if mourning someone, radiated light in this dark cave.

Disma reluctantly opened his eyes and took a breath.Blood dripped from his nose and mouth and dripped onto the red-stained ground.And he himself didn't seem to care about it, he just panted a few times before turning his gaze to the sea of ​​pure white flowers.

"As the last scenery...it's not bad..."

It might be a beautiful sight if you can come to see it with Jason and Liz with the children.

He couldn't help but imagine this.

Mona can bring a lot of picnic cloths and some snacks.

The children sat on the grass, and he and Jason distributed bread to the children, and Liz spread jam on the bread.

If possible, if there is such an opportunity...

"Mr. Alhazred, he, he might be able to do something."

The anxiously thinking girl spoke at this moment, but Disma just continued to shake her head.

"There's no need for that anymore... this kind of injury... heh... cough cough!"

He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Abigail was looking for tissues and the like, and when she found none, she simply reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of the other's mouth with her sleeve.

At this moment, the man's pupils had gradually become dilated, and he could not clearly see the situation in front of him.

Those white flowers became blurred at this time, like phantoms, and there was no way to see their clear appearance.

"I'm actually...not a hero...not a hunter..."

Disma, who closed his eyes, opened his mouth slowly again.

"Mr. Disma?"

Abigail didn't quite understand why the other party said such words.

"I... am a robber..."

Disma grinned at the corner of his blood-red mouth and smiled helplessly.

"I killed a lot of people... innocent people... people with families... people who didn't deserve to die..."

"I did a lot of wrong things... many things that should not be forgiven... wrong things that cannot be forgiven..."

"By the time I tried to make it up...it was too late...too late...it was too late..."

"I know...in your eyes I may be a good person...but that's not the case..."

"All that I have done... It is said to be atonement... But in fact it is just to make myself... a little bit more at ease..."

Softly, slowly talking about his past.

About the people he killed for money, for the fun of it.

Regarding my momentary instinctive reaction, I shot and killed the mother and child in an attempt to repent.

About trying to find solace in the children of the boarding house, and actually experiencing the pain of loss.

"I said I wanted redemption...but...I just used those children...to find peace of mind..."

"I didn't understand...what I took away...until I lost those children...until I had to face their loss..."

"Until I

After experiencing this feeling of passing away... I understand...the people I killed...the lives I took away...what it really means..."

"I took someone else's husband... I took someone's child... I took someone's family... I took away the happiness of an unknown number of people..."

"The hunters who have embarked on this path of hunting gods... Maybe each of them can be called a hero... But I am the only one who is not... I am the only one... not qualified..."

"I'm just...a hopeless...a self-defeating villain..."

Said softly, with a little emotion.

Opening his eyes, Disma, who could no longer see anything, spoke slowly, feeling the moment when his breath became weaker and quieter.

The time to leave is coming.

The judgment that I want to accept is about to come.

This long road, at this moment, has finally come to an end.

This bloody, filthy road, without glory and without hope, this road of descent to hell, is coming to an end.

"I don't know... I think... I am not qualified to represent those who were killed by Mr. Disma, those who were deprived of their families and lovers by Mr. Disma. I am not qualified to deal with Di Mr Small said the word 'forgive'."

He reached out and gently grabbed Disma's fingers.

After being slightly silent, Abigail showed a determined expression.

"However, whether it's for everyone in the Sustenance House, for the members of the Hunting God Squad, or for me, Mr. Hunter, Mr. Disma, you are an undoubted hero."

"You saved a lot of lives, you helped a lot of people, no matter what your past is, at least, as far as I know, from what I have seen, you will never be hopeless , self-defeating villain."

"Perhaps those who have been hurt by you in the past cannot forgive you, and no one is qualified to forgive you for them."

"But these people who have been helped and saved by you today, these people who believe in you from the bottom of their hearts, no one has the right to hate you for them."

"You made a huge mistake, you hurt innocent people"

"You have done heroic deeds, you have saved many lives."

"So, maybe you're not a hero, but you're definitely not a villain either, definitely, no!"

What are you talking about?

Abigail actually didn't know very well, she just spoke loudly and tried hard to tell the other party what she thought.

"Yes... that's it..."

Quietly, just listening to the voice of the girl beside her.

The one who opened his eyes had completely lost his radiance, and could only see the infinite darkness. Disma sighed softly, and his body gradually lost strength.

"Mr. Disma?"

Abigail noticed that the breath of the other party was gradually weakening.

"There is a song..."

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Disma spoke softly.

"What song is it?"

The other party's voice had become very weak at this moment, and Abigail, who couldn't hear clearly, lowered her head and put her ear next to the dying man.

"It's my mother...the song that taught me...a song that many people can sing..."

"I'm a sucker at learning...never remember the tune...never remember..."

"What song is it... a little... I can't remember..."

Disma seemed to be trying hard to remember something, trying hard to think of something, but more and more puzzled expressions appeared on his face.

"If it's a song, I might know it. When I was in the town, I heard many people sing. I can remember all the tunes and lyrics."

Abigail said seriously.

"Then...shall I try humming..."

Disma smiled and said with a relaxed expression.

"Well, as long as Mr. Disma can hum the tune, I should be able to sing it."

Abigail nodded.

tune?

Blinking, blinking eyes with only a dark vision.

Trying hard to recall those tunes in the past, slowly, thinking of the end of the old road, thinking of the tunes my mother hummed softly while sitting by the window.

【Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"】

With a hoarse voice, he hummed softly like this.

Disma hummed softly while recalling the fading past.

【Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~?】

【Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"】

It's like being back on that road.

It was like walking back to the front of that door.

Recalling the voice that my mother by the window once sang.

It's just that I can't remember the content of the song.

Submerged in the cruel memory of killing and plundering, what can no longer be recalled is the singing voice from the long past.

There is no way to go back.

【The day is gone, the time has come～?

Then, suddenly, I heard

The voice of Bigel singing softly.

Ah, that's right, it's this song.