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150. World of Happiness (3)

The structures of ＜God of the Dangerous Mace＞ and Morgue’s ＜Nightmare＞ are expressed through the subject’s ＜unconscious world＞.

The anxiety and fear I always had, the nightmares I had experienced.

And the horrors and happiness of the past.

It all belonged to the world of unconsciousness.

And the original structure of the nightmare is so tightly woven that it is difficult to break free.

Yuma once again recalled the words of Legoras of the Join Tribe.

-Because Yuma is a god. And this intervention is possible because Morg, the manifester of ＜Nightmare＞, is dead.

-You must slowly make the subject realize that this world is a dream. If that’s the case, then yes.

-In the end, the will of those trapped in their dreams is the most important thing.

-Being trapped in memories of the past can ultimately be escaped when you fully recognize it. It depends on the mental strength of the subject.

Yuma looked at Hestia trudging through the village.

“Are you here, Hestia?”

“What a nice weather!”

“It rained just now, but the weather is nice!”

“…It’s a formal greeting! Greetings!”

A couple of Miao people with red Mulkirak came out and approached Hestia.

“hello.”

Hestia smiled awkwardly and said hello.

“okay!”

“Do you want to eat some bread?”

Yuma felt that the Miao people who kept appearing in Hestia were overly friendly.

‘… He must have been overly kind to begin with.’

Legoras had said that nightmares about the past were infinitely closer to the truth.

Hestia sat on the bench and was lost in thought.

Haruk.

The name written on that piece of paper.

‘Haruk… Haruk… .’

A name I thought about countless times as I came to this bench.

Now, as if by magic, the face of that name vaguely appeared in my mind.

with brown hair

And the memory of Haruk also came into my head.

Very vaguely.

So much so that I don’t even recognize it as a memory.

Hestia lowered her head and furrowed her brows as the memories flowed through her mind.

Sreung.

Himself holding a sword to the neck of a boy who appears to be Haruk.

And Haruk is shaking.

It was all unpleasant.

That’s right, this series of memories suddenly invaded Hestia’s mind as if they were stuck in her mind.

The memory that comes to mind right now.

Slowly in Hestia’s mind. And the ripples spread very widely.

Hestia felt the memories behind Haruk coming into her mind one after another.

What happened before he tilted his sword at Haruk’s neck.

It was a scene where the Miao people, who appeared to be themselves, killed countless people.

Hestia couldn’t help but wonder. This is because he has no reason to express this level of anger towards the human species.

Because there was no reason to kill someone who seemed to be around 20 people.

Since I had never left the Miao village, I had no special feelings towards humans.

“…why me.”

Killing people?

Hestia sighed deeply, feeling as if her head was going to explode.

“There’s no way there isn’t a reason.”

The more Hestia remembered, the more confused she became.

“It’s a dream.”

A note suddenly left on the desk.

“It’s a dream….”

Hestia tried to infer a situation that she did not yet know exactly.

Hestia repeated.

“dream.”

Hestia stood up.

He wanted to know why he killed about thirty people. To know that, you have to recall your memories before killing people, just as you just recalled the situation before meeting Haruk. But no such memory came to mind.

Booth-

Hestia tangled her hair a lot.

Like a tangled skein of thread, once my head was tangled, it was not easy to unravel.

Hestia got up from the bench and walked toward the house.

There hasn’t been a proper answer yet.

However, it was clear that a strong ripple occurred in Hestia’s mind.

Suddenly the world seemed blurry.

Still, this world was still considered true.

Than the current memories that entered my head. This is because the memories remaining for Hestia in the nightmare were more complete.

Hestia eventually arrived home again, trudging.

Hestia walked towards her father, who was silently swinging his sword alone.

“father.”

The only way I could think of to tidy up this messy mind was to use my body to drain all my stamina and take a nap.

“Let’s spar.”

Hestia’s father, Romanson, raised his eyebrows.

“You mean sparring? Hestia, why are you asking this father to spar in the first place, hahahahaha!”

Romanson smiled brightly and picked up the wooden sword hanging on the sword display stand.

And then I handed it to Hestia.

Hestia smiled lightly and held the wooden sword.

“Shall we begin?”

The sparring began with Hestia nodding her head at Romanson’s words.

fault!

The sparring began with the daughter and father standing facing each other holding swords and clashing.

The Runewood tribe’s swordsmanship was half self-defense and half aggressive.

Hestia and Romanson’s wooden swords clashed.

Kwaang-

A heavy vibration flowed through Hestia’s arms.

In line with the aggressiveness that is characteristic of runewood swordsmanship, the father and daughter fiercely attacked each other as if baring their teeth.

The wooden swords clashed with each other continuously.

‘… uh.’

Hestia felt uncomfortable.

I was faced with a very strong strangeness.

bang.

I felt the knowledge of swordsmanship seeping into my head every time I gave and received an attack and defense into my head and body.

Ugh─

It was not empty knowledge, but knowledge of swordsmanship that could literally be used in practical situations.

One moment.

The martial arts method that came to mind in an instant was so clear.

It felt strangely familiar.

‘why.’

Can you clearly see your father’s sword road?

Hestia stretched out her sword with a blank face. Her expression was blank, but Geomro showed no such expression at all.

Squirt!

The fully matured Runewood tribe’s walking techniques unfolding from Hestia’s feet made Hestia’s sword feel like the head of a snake fiercely rushing toward its target.

Woe!

Romanson swung his sword towards the snake-like sword with a stern expression.

But, it was late.

The sword Romanson wielded could not block Hestia’s path.

chuck-

Romanson looked at Hestia’s sword that had reached the side of his neck.

Romanson opened his mouth awkwardly.

“…When did our daughter become so strong?”

Hestia laughed awkwardly.

“I’ve never beaten my father, right?”

Father Romanson slowly nodded in response to Hestia’s question.

“Yeah, it never happened. It just happened once.”

Hestia carefully placed the wooden sword on the display stand and then entered the house.

Hestia slouched in her chair and gathered her thoughts.

‘dream… ‘It seems like a dream.’

Feeling of disparity.

There was a huge qualitative difference between the swordsmanship and body movements that originally existed in my head and the swordsmanship and movements that came to mind when I clashed swords with my father.

Business.

The spirit of Hestia, who has lived as a ‘swordsman’ throughout her life, blossomed into that talent even in ＜Nightmare＞.

Hestia had not yet come to know the truth, but after sparring with her father just now, she was somewhat certain that this world was a dream.

However, despite such confidence, ＜Nightmare＞ was not broken.

This meant that the conditions for Haeju were not yet met.

Hestia laughed and ate dinner with her younger siblings and parents. She then went out again and after walking for a while she fell asleep.

‘We must come to a conclusion tomorrow.’

Whether this place is a dream or not.

Tomorrow it will definitely end. Hestia fell asleep with that promise.

***

Hestia opened her eyes.

And then we had a morning where we talked about various things with Kailon, Feln, and our parents.

Hestia spent half a day helping the villagers with their errands. She looked at the faces of the villagers and shared a laugh with them.

And the sun set again.

After completing errands for the villagers and personal training in the mountains, Hestia was on her way back home.

Hestia bent both knees and frowned.

Finally, a previous memory of a situation in which he had brutally killed many people came to mind.

The entire village was overflowing with a sea of ​​red blood.

The head was rolling around on the ground in the village.

Among them were some Miao people whom I had just met and greeted. The clothes of the person killing the Miao were blurred.

Men wearing clothes with a red circular mark on their backs were massacring the Miao people.

Cheesy…

An unidentified memory changed the place.

Hestia was able to quickly figure out where the place was. After all, it was the house where the family lived.

My younger brother, Feln, was lying coldly dead on the floor with a deep scar on his neck.

And Kylon, the boy who went out to protect the girl and appears to have died first.

The background changed again.

The backyard of the house.

There were two bodies on the floor.

These were the bodies of her mother, Camelen, and her father, Romanson.

Pop.

My vision went dark once.

The vision was restored to its original state.

“sister!”

“sister!”

On the left is Feln.

On the right, Kylon came to help Hestia, who was sitting down.

Hestia slowly relaxed her frozen face.

“huh.”

And laughed.

“Suddenly my legs gave out.”

“Hey, let’s go in first!”

My younger sister Feln said with her eyes shining.

“Okay, first go to your room and lie down for a bit.”

Kylon added.

“okay.”

Hestia walked into the house, supported by the two, with a smile on her face.

Feln and Kylon, who were concentrating their efforts on supporting him, were unable to properly grasp the meaning of the smile on Hestia’s lips.

That was a very bitter smile.

That bitter smile soon degenerated into biting one’s lips.

The fragmented memories that came to mind slowly began to form a puzzle.

Except for the sculpture called ‘Haruk’.

Hestia was lying blankly on the bed, organizing the puzzle.

Everyone in the village, including his family, was killed by what appeared to be a group of thieves.

And he killed those people himself.

plural.

The moment Hestia solved the puzzle.

The scenery that was his room became distorted, as if it were distorted.