After a few breaths, she came near Hulim.
"Hulim—!"
"Ilus... ...s?"
Hulim's eyes widened as she looked at the familiar figure in disbelief, and then she revealed an expression as if she was crying.
"Great, Irus, you're still alive..."
Before she could finish her words, her body shook and she fell to the ground.
Ilus flashed to her side and hugged her quickly.
"...Irus."
Looking at the face in front of him, Hulim said weakly,
"Sorry, I'm a little tired..."
"Alas..." Irus smiled helplessly, "You."
"You've just reached S-rank and you're already using this level of attack. Of course, your strength will be depleted to the point of exhaustion!"
"Really, I don't know why you're so reckless."
"but... ..."
Irus stretched out her right hand, gently stroked Hulim's pale and weak cheek, and said softly:
"Well done, Hulim really worked hard~"
"Now, take a good rest..."
"Um... ..."
Hulim slowly closed her eyes in Irus's arms.
... ...
Why?
Will this be my ending?
Snap! Snap! Snap...
Under the scorching sun.
The sound of whips continued to be heard.
"Hurry up! Don't dilly-dally!"
Bang——!
A burning stinging sensation came from the naked back.
His already frail body collapsed to the ground, unable to bear the weight.
However, he was not rescued, and all that awaited him was more whipping.
Bang!
"Get up!"
Bang!
"You vile slave!"
Snap! Snap...
The whip fell again and again, leaving streaks of blood on his body.
He stretched out his right hand, trying to ask for help.
All I could see around me was numbness and indifferent looks.
Not even an ounce of mercy was shown to him.
Why?
He asked.
Why should I endure this?
"good!"
"Kill him!"
"Get started!"
“… …”
There was a tide of cheers coming from the audience seats on all sides.
But the weapon in his hand was confused.
"Please, please, I surrender, please spare my life!"
In front of me is the opponent's pleading eyes.
Squeak——!
Is this what it feels like to have a weapon pierce flesh?
The sounds from the scene seemed to have faded away.
When he returned backstage.
But he was greeted with sticks.
"What were you doing just now... ...find out your identity, you are a slave!"
"As a slave, the only thing you have to do is kill. Kill all the enemies your master orders you to kill. Useless emotions like sympathy and hesitation are things you don't need!"
"Remember this well, killing and fighting are the only value of your existence—!"
Killing and fighting?
Is this the only value of my existence?
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