Request Forgiveness

rampant laughter.

Unknown language.

But Alex knew only one thing.

The demon king with double pupils was the culprit who caused Inger to suffer terrible torture.

Then his sanity left him.

In this battlefield, indulging in personal hatred is the most taboo.

He knew this, but still couldn't control himself.

Just when he was about to kill that demon king with his sword, his arm was chopped off by another demon king. He could see a human who looked nothing like a demon standing there and smiling at him. It was the Demon King Xinsheng who had retreated some time ago.

He has been waiting for his chance.

It was Ola, Mond and Kumpeu who led the troops to rescue Alex.

Blurred in consciousness, he seemed to hear the voices of Aura, Elena, and... Ying...

Ying was locked up by him.

Alex woke up from his chaotic dream and opened his eyes.

In the first few seconds after he came to his senses, he could still clearly recall the heavy, stagnant feeling of being dragged into the swamp by tens of millions of hands. The demons he wished to chop into pieces were right in front of him, looking down at him with mockery.

The tip of his sword was only inches away from the opponent.

But when he turned around and looked back, the person he wanted to protect had his back to him and was walking further and further away.

Tears slid down my temples and sank into the pillow.

"Alex..."

A gentle and familiar voice.

Alex turned around and there was Inger.

He looked over, with an unexpected anger in his eyes.

Inger said softly, "There are some things I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but some time ago, we didn't have the time and weren't calm enough. Now you can." He paused, helped Alex up and handed him the cup of water.

There was no longer a trace of smile on Alex's face, and he didn't want to pretend anymore.

Inger thought so and said so:

"That's good. Alex, you don't have to force yourself in front of me."

Alex nodded, took a sip of water, and stared at the ripples in the glass.

Although it is a psychological illusion, ice water can indeed relieve the heat and depression in the chest.

"…What do you want to say?"

Inger looked at Alex and said the words he had repeated a hundred times in his mind, word by word:

"Alex, listen carefully, it's not your fault that you couldn't save me. But I forgive you. No matter what you think you did wrong, no matter who you think you've let down, I will forgive you for everything, Alex, I will always forgive your mistakes."

"Before I closed my eyes, I believed you would come. You really came. I am so happy. Thank you for coming to save me."

Completely caught off guard.

He didn't expect that he couldn't bear it after just the first sentence.

The cup of water fell over, and Alex covered his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers.

Inger continued, "I was angry when I saw you lying in bed with serious injuries. I regretted the time you were unconscious. Then I understood your anger. I'm sorry for making you go through this again. I know you are the one suffering the most."

Alex struggled to raise his eyes which were blurred by tears again, and finally looked at his face. The bloodshot in Inger's eyes and the redness of his eye sockets came into view.

Inger stared at Alex without blinking. "You may think I am in a lot of pain, but no, I am not in any pain at all. This is true, believe me."

Alex clenched his fists and dropped them on his knees. He looked at him with tearful eyes: "How did you do that?"

Inger paused.

There was no way he would tell him about his cooperation with Fei Leng now.

In the previous life, Fei Leng killed many of Alex's close friends, including Uriel and Cheryl.

Alex would never understand or forgive.

Then, Inger said, "...I was fed a fruit that destroyed the pain nerves, so I didn't feel any pain at the time."

Alex looked at him for a while, and then he said with certainty: "You didn't lie to me, but you were hiding something from me. You only told me part of it."

Inger frowned, his brows filled with heartache.

Alex's face turned ashen, but his tone was very calm, contrary to the tears on his face: "You have always been like this... You can't lie to me, but you won't tell me everything... I never ask, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know. I have been waiting for you to tell me... But... How long should I wait..."

Inger couldn't help but feel sour in his eyes and nose again.

"I'm sorry... Alex... I don't know... but I can't..."

Alex raised his head. "...I must apologize as well. What I did was disrespectful of your wishes, but I will not change my behavior. I have said that no matter how many times I will do this. I am as determined as you are."

Inger used his hands to suppress the emotions surging in his chest and said, "I promise that I will cherish my own life more in the future. I will do it. I will help you while protecting myself. Alex, you can't...you can't just allow yourself..."

Alex: "You are different from us. You know it best. You have protected enough people. Even if you are not on the front line, you can still do a lot. We will win without you."

No, that's not the case. Humanity did not truly win.

Otherwise, why would the goddess give them another chance?

The goddess did not tell Alex about this.

Inger never thought that he was indispensable, nor did he ever feel that his partners were weak. It was just that if he retreated at this moment, even if he lived to the end of his life, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

If, on the way, he received news of someone's death, he would think it was his fault.

This was the greatest torture in his life.

Inger's eyes gradually became firm, and he said, "Alex, I want to fight with you. Our friends are all strong people. We will survive together and witness the future of mankind. Do you believe it?"

Aren't they here just to create this situation?

Isn't this Alex's original purpose?

"I will not accept that curse, nor will I stand by and watch you die. We fight together, and we survive together."

Alex looked over.

"Let's work together to create a miracle. Is that impossible?" Inger smiled and stretched out his hand to him and said, "Aren't you the best at doing impossible things?"

Alex looked down at his palms.

The hands without a single wound were newly grown, and the skin was almost as delicate as a baby's.

He didn't take his hand until Inger's smile disappeared.

Alex said the most cruel words in the calmest tone: "Ying, I don't believe it."

Like a butcher's knife suddenly falling to the ground.

Inger slowly curled up his hands.

"I don't believe you anymore."

Without further explanation, Alex, whose tears had dried up, turned his gaze to the window.

When the shepherd boy cried "wolf" for the third time, no one believed him anymore.

Six times, twice as much.

It is enough to consume a person's trust.

Inger smiled self-deprecatingly and held down his trembling hands.

He deserved it, didn't he?

Maybe a little naive.

He thought that as long as he apologized sincerely and opened his heart, Alex would accept him again.

In fact, he had tolerated it countless times without his knowing it.

He overestimated Alex's tolerance and underestimated his persistence.

Suffocation pierced the silent space.

They were silent for a long time.

They were standing at the two ends of the cliff. Either they retreated together or jumped down together.

Until the sun fades.

Inger said: "I understand... I am withdrawing from the front line... I will not fight again..."

He backed off.

Alex looked at him, as if trying to find some clues.

no.

Inger just smiled tiredly and explained, "If you continue like this, you may also be in danger. You can't do this. Alex, you too, you are not only responsible for me, you are responsible for all the soldiers. Throw away this burden of mine, go fight well, I will wait for you to come back with victory."

He let Alex lie down again and covered him with a blanket: "Your injuries are all healed, you should get enough sleep and get yourself in good spirits before going. There is no need to lock me up. If I want to go out, you can't lock me up. Do you think I really don't dare to risk my life to get out?"

Although it was a faint threat, it sounded particularly gentle coming from Inger's mouth.

But Alex knew that this time, Inger was serious.

He couldn't hold him in anymore.

Alex lay in bed, following Inger's gaze.

Inger sighed, sat down again, and said frankly: "I didn't drug you, and I won't run away. I'll be here, waiting for you to get tired and fall asleep. I'll take you there tomorrow, and I won't go myself."

Alex didn't answer him.

Inger continued, "By the way, if you catch the demon king, don't kill him directly. I made a bet with him. I said I would make him die without wanting to. I can't let him die too easily. Since I can't catch him myself, I can only ask you to do it."

Alex nodded after a long time, which was considered as his agreement.

Inger laughed and said, "You should not get injured so often. No one will heal you so quickly in the future. Of course, I know you are very strong, and I will also treat the wounded in the rear. Just carry the wounded over, and leave the rest to me."

Alex listened to his chattering, and the tension in his heart unconsciously relaxed.

It was as if they had returned to the time when they were still young.

They can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance without saying anything.

He blinked slowly.

Inger reached out and closed his eyes. "Don't think too much. Go to sleep. You need to get a good rest."

After confirming that Alex had fallen into a deep sleep, Inger said to him, "I'm sorry."

He walked out.

Elena was waiting for him outside.

She raised her eyebrows: "Is this your solution?"

Inger shook his head slowly.

Ola and Elena saw clearly the unwavering look on his face.

Inger summoned his wand.

The magic circle engulfed the figure.

Aura and Elena looked at each other.

On the other side, a few blinks later, Inger appeared at the Goodness Villa.

The incarnation of the goddess, two young girls are still sleeping soundly.

The wizard bent down and took both of their hands.

Volume 3: For Whom the Bell Tolls

Volume 4: The Dawns Here Are Quiet.