He wanted Roland to live, regardless of politics or race. With this thought and a vague sense of guilt, Brunhil hugged the body that was shaking more and more fiercely in his arms.
——Bitten by a wolf.
This feeling came to Brynhil's head. In reality, the person biting his hand and not letting go was not a four-legged canine beast, but a 5-year-old human boy.
During his brief stay in Bode Village, this curious, bold, and well-behaved boy gave the elf girl the impression that he was like a puppy that likes to cling to people and have fun. At this moment, the same person who bit her only had despair and burning hatred in his eyes.
Madness, like a dying beast.
Just like a wolf falling into a trap and doing something in vain.[
When she was young, she was scratched by a wolf that was still breathing its last breath. When she met Li Lin, she was also chased by a wolf. Brynhil didn't know whether it was aroused by the horrific childhood experience or because it was too painful. Now that she is an adult, she is still the daughter of an officer.
The elf cried out.
Heavily armed soldiers poured in, and the private at the front raised his rifle butt, ready to smash it hard at the purple eyes that were emitting a fierce light.
"Soldier! Stand at attention!"
The boy looked straight at the gun butt that was about to hit him and retracted like lightning. After shouting in an unintelligible language, the elf's malicious face became extremely upright, and the strange-shaped iron rod, wooden
The block hybrid lifted up the elf's chest after a crisp heel strike.
"Rifle! Shoulder!"
The serious and self-disciplined faces were full of confusion. The soldiers with a rank lower than the major still carried out the order, with their rifles leaning on their upper shoulders. The beech stock and handguard, and the metal spear reflected the dazzling light in the sunlight that leaked into the tent. Soldiers
Their high-spirited killing intent cooled down with their daily training actions and the command system that functioned normally.
"You all go out, I will call you if necessary."
The order was issued without hesitation, and with his free right hand he patted the wooden holster on his waist to indicate that he had sufficient self-defense capabilities. Under Brunhil's gaze, the soldiers swallowed their arguments and walked past the gunmen.
After the ceremony, he turned around and left.
After returning the gift, his right hand dropped down. There was no further severe pain in the left hand dripping with blood. The 5-year-old boy's masseter muscles would only exert the biting force suitable for his age and body structure, not because of his ferocious expression or ferocious eyes.
And become able to rival real carnivorous beasts.
On the other hand, the mental [bite] made Brunhil feel more congested in his chest than the actual physical pain.
This boy has closed his mind, and has only the silence of a corpse and the random attacks of a beast when contacting the outside world. He no longer believes what others say, and only fights back with hatred towards everyone who comes close to him, retreating into his own darkness.
refuse to survive.
For no reason, Brunhil felt that this scene seemed familiar.
Where had she seen this child throwing a tantrum? She wanted to search for relevant impressions in her memory to compare them, but the pain and the whimpering like a wounded animal reminded her that now was not the time to do such a thing.
"Murderer——"
There was a smell of curse and resentment in the repeated call. The boy's voice was calm. What surged under the strange calm was a black emotional whirlpool, which exceeded the limit of anger. Deep hatred fermented from the purple pupils.
——That’s it.
Brunhil suddenly understood.
The boy's hatred was not directed at her. The raging emotions wanted to destroy everything [related to Li Lin]. Unable to deal with and accept the tragic reality, he transformed it into full hatred for the initiator, which spread uncontrollably to the surrounding areas.
To be forgiven cannot be justified by reasoning. Even if only your teeth can cause a little harm to the enemy, you will bite it with all your strength and never let go.[
[As a direct subordinate of the colonel, you are an accomplice and accomplice in his eyes.]
The purple eyes burning with resentment, anger and tears are confirming Tyr's conclusion, and the eyes that are almost crying but can't release the flames that make the viewer's scalp numb. In Brunhil's view, it is an extremely painful scene.
How miserable, how sad.
Obviously only 5 years old.
I am still at an age where I still don’t even understand the meaning of the word future.
Enjoy the innocent age of welcoming tomorrow without any doubts or worries.
Faced with the sudden tragedy, I was completely powerless and unprepared mentally. In just a moment, I was forced to accept the cruel and heavy reality. I have experienced this. I once held my crying sister while she was like a lost corpse at the funeral of a relative.
Brunhil, whose soul is like a doll and doesn't know what to do or what to do, can resonate emotionally with it.
The world is so cruel, and stingyly only gives the gift of [death] to every subject equally. Although all creatures desperately want to survive in the harsh environment, death does not pay attention and respects these efforts.
, taking away lives arrogantly and unreasonably, and forcing sudden grief on the survivors.
Brynhil learned this fact when she was a child by witnessing the death of a close relative. At that time, Niflheim was in an environment where it was very difficult to even maintain the most basic survival, and there was no time left for her to sort out her personal feelings and indulge in indulging.
If you can't extricate yourself from grief, you will unknowingly become a corpse that can't die. Only Brynhildr, who swallowed his tears and pulled Freya, walked through the gap between the hard work for survival and the forgotten sorrow.
She could understand Roland's reaction at this moment.
The boy who has no motivation to survive and which leads to crazy attacks to vent his pain and resentment has closed his mind, but it is not complete, and he can still feel the stimulation from the outside world.
[Are you still considered the son of Leonardo D'Arc?]——The mention of his father's name in the words just now triggered the sadness and despair in Roland's heart that was squeezed by reality, just like pulling the trigger.
****, dark emotions broke out.
Toward the woman who touched the darkness, toward the elves, toward [Li Lin’s men]—he burst out with hatred.
Then--
"If you continue like that, you will die."
Without shaking off the teeth that clenched his body, nor simply denying this emotion that was more intense than roaring and screaming. Brunhil bent down and gently approached the boy who was unable to tremble or cry.
, with a tone that sounded like a sick person, he gently leaned up to inject Roland, who had little energy left, into his lower jaw.
Although he wanted to resist the voices of the outside world, lock himself into the darkness, and even die like this, the words of the female elf who showed an elegant, soft and unique maternal caring temperament in human language still intervened in Roland's mind.
"[Stay alive], [Just live as long as you are alive] - If your parents want to say something to you but fail to convey it to you, I think it must be like this."
An electric paralysis ran through his head, and the anger that was not bound by reason burned further.
Stop joking! Asshole!
Stop joking! Asshole!
Aren't you the ones who killed everyone and destroyed the village?! It was you who gave dad, mom, nun, and Chloe to——!!
What beautiful words did the murderer say? He looked like he understood very well. Do you know how painful it is for people to be killed?! Do you know what it feels like to watch someone you know die without reason in front of your eyes! Murderer! [
The mouth biting the back of the elf's hand could not utter a word of accusation. Only the purple eyes burning with hatred and sadness and Brunhil's conscience silently transformed Roland's even unreasonable rage into harsh criticism of the elf girl herself.
【Ah, that is indeed true.】
Using "not directly involved", "did nothing", and "obeying orders" as excuses to escape from the heart-wrenching accusations, Brunhil admitted that he was indeed convicted of "accomplice".
【But, so what?】
Living itself is a thing full of bitterness and pain, but the living will still pray, hope that "tomorrow will be better", and willfully continue the matter of "survival", because that is the responsibility of the living.
In order to survive, you must fight.
Escape means death, and the only choice is to accept fate or challenge.
Compared with the colonel who takes on the heavy task of "changing the world" alone, which makes people feel dizzy just hearing about it, and leads everyone to challenge the unreasonableness of the colonel, what does it mean to bear the responsibility for something that is slightly different from the truth? Even this
How can you share the weight of the whole world with that back figure from now on, your shoulders that can't bear any amount of pressure?
Whether it was because of someone he cared about, or because the sympathy of similar experiences inspired a strong maternal instinct, Brunhil stretched out his other hand.
The adolescent girl's fingers gently caressed the face that was constantly bursting into tears. There was no gloom in sight, only the single warm emerald green eyes comforted the desperate boy.
She didn't want to use him, expect him, betray him, or hurt her, but simply wanted to heal the scars deep in her purple eyes and drag Roland away from the despair of the world and herself after experiencing the tragedy.
It’s not clear whether this can be considered a form of redemption, or it may not be the same as hypocrisy in the eyes of the beholder.
However, Brunhil is convinced that this is necessary. For this poor boy who has been abandoned by the world, sympathy and pity are not critical things, whether it is hypocrisy or arrogance. Brunhil
Hill wanted to nurse the boy out of despair.
Really - that's all.
So naturally, without any shame or pretense, Brunhil opened his arms and took the boy who was sobbing silently into his arms.
He didn't care about being beaten or kicked by his short limbs, but he hugged the boy tenderly and forcefully.
"Try to live, not only for yourself, but also for your parents, relatives and friends, and...Chloe."
Without respect or trust, without asking for anything in return, she transfers her own heat to her cold and thin body, making people dare not imagine the warm embrace of peach, yes, it is like a mother-like embrace...)