I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

201 – The End (3)

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Sylvia, lifted into the air with her chest pierced, had never hated her own eyelids more than at this moment.

Ash is over there, lying there bleeding,

These clueless eyelids keep closing.

Could this be the karma of not sleeping well for the past few days?

No, if you look at her lifestyle, Sylvia’s sleep patterns have been abnormal for several years already.

Oh, no.

The word karma was such a shameless expression.

Haven’t you been longing for this so desperately?

A true rest that will last forever.

The death I had longed for was waiting behind my slowly closing eyelids.

If she closed her eyes like this, Sylvia could rest.

I could give up, I could lose.

She was finally able to throw off the shackles of being a warrior that had prevented her from resting, giving up, or being defeated so easily.

It was a situation she had never wanted to see again, but Sylvia opened her eyelids wide with the last of her strength, burning away her fading life.

“Ugh… ugh, kid… shii…”

This is fucking bullshit.

The goddess must be fucking herself up quite a bit.

Sylvia gritted her teeth as she thought about that.

The love I felt for the first time in my life is dying right before my eyes.

He had the power to overwhelm the Demon King, but was defeated so absurdly.

I met the friend I had missed so much again, but I never saw his face.

The moment of death that you have longed for has arrived, and you must desperately resist.

Sylvia felt fate spitting in her face, hurling malicious taunts.

Goddess, how long do you plan to torment me?

How much more must my soul be crushed before this fucking suffering ends?

If this is a never-ending pain, why was I born into this world?

A life born to suffer forever, wearing the empty mission of being a warrior.

You are finally taking away my chance to carelessly end this life that I want to give up and throw away.

“Ugh, ugh.”

A sharp pain spread out along with a cracking sound from my teeth that were clenched so hard that my jawbone was crushed.

I came to my senses with a terrible pain that felt like a saw was cutting through my nerves, and I flung my eyelids open once more.

There was no feeling in my chest, which had already been pierced by the Demon King.

Inside, tentacles wriggled like earthworms, poking at my heart and lungs.

She wanted to burn the monster that had entered her body right away, but Sylvia had no time to spare as all of her divine power was being used to sustain her fading life.

If the tentacles are not removed, the situation will not change no matter how much divine power is used to restore Sylvia.

However, if you turn your divine power from healing to attack, Sylvia will die immediately.

The sword has already been dropped.

No matter how hard I tried to pick it up, my arms didn’t have the strength, and the floor was too far away.

pain.

An eternal pain that can never be solved by anything Sylvia can pull out.

The pain that would not end until someone came to rescue her spread through Sylvia’s body.

You can give up, but if you do, Ash will die.

“Sigh… Baaal,”

What if you don’t give up?

What, when you see Ash dying, do you get a sharp idea?

What should I do?

The instinct toward death, or the desire for rest, whispered in Sylvia’s head, stirring her heart.

Let’s take a rest.

Let’s stop now.

I’ve suffered enough.

The effort was sufficient, you see.

It’s okay to stop now.

No one can blame us.

Let’s do it together.

I’m with Ash.

I’m sure we’ll have a lot of time together in heaven.

Sylvia.

I really tried hard.

I, and no one else, Sylvia herself, will admit it.

We really did our best.

“… no,”

That sounds like the best.

The word ‘best’ is used only when the result satisfies me.

At this point, it’s okay to fail.

If you’ve done this much, you’ll have no regrets.

Only when you feel that kind of satisfaction can you confidently say that you did your best.

Are you satisfied with the current situation?

I die, the Demon King lives, Ash dies, and even Maria disappears?

Go eat some taffy.

I can die as much as I want.

But I can never let Ash die.

“Ugh,”

Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut.

As if something had been spread on them, their eyelids were closed and glued shut.

That’s it.

It’s a moment where I feel like I don’t even have the strength to lift my eyelids.

Sylvia took a slow breath.

Even as she felt excruciating pain surge through her lungs where the tentacle had clawed through, Sylvia did not stop breathing.

And for a moment, Sylvia held her breath and lifted her drooping arms with all her might.

“Kuuu!!”

Sylvia let out a sound that was neither a scream nor a shout, and grabbed the tentacle that had burst through her chest with both hands.

The tentacles twitched with a loud recoil.

Sylvia could tell that the Demon King was surprised by that movement alone.

“You’re persistent. I’ll give you my body just like this.”

The Demon King began to greatly inflate the tentacles that had pierced Sylvia’s torso.

Sylvia held her breath.

Thick, bulging tendons ran down the back of her hands, arms, neck, and temples.

“That aah!”

“Are you trying to burn the tentacles with divine power? It’s no use. Before you can even gather enough divine power…”

“Shut up!”

“… What?”

Sylvia gripped the tentacles tightly with both hands, veins pulsing.

Then, he held his left hand firmly in place and pulled his right hand forward.

Yellowish fluid burst out from the hideous flesh that filled Sylvia’s chest.

As Sylvia’s right arm fell limply, the torn tentacle was thrown to the floor.

Soon, Sylvia’s body, barely hanging on to the tip of the tentacle that had lost its front part, began to slowly slip away from the tentacle.

“Oh, you crazy b*tch.”

The Demon King swore as if he was fed up.

Sylvia had no answer.

As soon as he cut off the tentacle that had pierced through his chest, he saw her arms hanging limply and her head hanging forward, indicating that she had fainted.

The Demon King took out another tentacle and stabbed Sylvia in the back as she weakly slipped out of the tentacle and fell, bringing her back before his eyes.

She was also a kind of shield.

A shield erected to prevent Maria from casting magic.

But maybe it was because I was too focused on lifting Sylvia.

The Demon King didn’t see it.

Something was flying towards him.

“…!”

The Demon King, who reacted late, held out Sylvia as a shield against something flying towards him.

It must be Bona Mana Maria’s attack magic.

The Demon King was thinking like that and preparing for the coming shock.

But it wasn’t magic.

“Ugh!”

It was a person flying in.

A weak spirit sorcerer dying from magic addiction.

It was Ash Staff.

In his hand he held a strange, unidentifiable mechanical device. Even to the Demon King’s eyes, it was an extremely ugly looking device, but it was strangely imbued with a great deal of divine power.

Although the amount of divine power emitted was minimal, the Demon King could tell that the divine power latent within it was viciously large and dense.

That’s dangerous.

By the time the Demon King had that thought, Ash’s body was already close enough to collide with Sylvia at any moment.

“…!”

However, that brief moment was enough for the Demon King to react.

Although he may be overwhelmed by Sylvia, the Demon King has the ability to crush a weak, ordinary human being more easily than he can kill an insect.

Not only are their magic and spiritism different from those of ordinary humans, but their basic reflexes are also different.

No, to begin with, he was a strong being even among the demons, having killed the previous demon lord and taken this position.

That’s why he’s the Demon King.

“Where do you dare,”

The Demon King instantly released eight bundles of urges.

The tentacles continued through Sylvia’s back and into various parts of her body.

Then, they all stretched out towards the ash that was flying towards them.

A blow from behind Sylvia’s hidden back.

It was a cunning blow, one that was judged to be impossible to avoid with human reflexes.

“…”

Even the Demon King doesn’t let his guard down.

The Demon King was so cautious and cunning that he planned a strategy of avoiding an all-out war and waiting for Ash to die from magic poisoning.

Therefore, the Demon King deployed his magic at the same time as his tentacles stretched out.

Black chains binding the target’s body appeared from all directions and flew towards Ash.

I also took out the spirit magic.

The winged, one-eyed flesh creatures obscured Ash’s eyes and vision, draining his body of energy.

Even if it had been hit like this, it would have been impossible for Ash to thrust his heart into the Demon King.

‘Too low for a last-ditch effort…’

The Demon King finally declares victory in his heart after installing numerous meticulous safety devices.

However, the incident did not last long.

“…!”

The chains and spirits surrounding Ash were torn apart and shattered before they could even touch Ash’s body.

Even with the Demon King’s quick thinking speed, it appeared to be destroyed almost immediately after activation.

‘what!’

Only then did the Demon King turn his gaze elsewhere.

Next to the flying ash.

Maria, with blood all over her mouth, was reaching out to Ash.

‘Dispel…!’

The Demon King was astonished that Maria had broken his magic.

Obviously, it was because Maria failed to dispel the Demon King’s magic last time.

Dispel, the release spell was not a simple spell.

You need to know and understand the spells your opponent uses and construct your release spells accordingly.

In other words, in principle, it meant that the dispel spell would be effective only if one could also use the opponent’s magic.

That’s why Maria couldn’t lift the Demon King’s spell last time.

Because she doesn’t understand the Demon King’s magic mixed with spirit wine.

‘…Maria!’

But now Maria has broken the Demon King’s spell.

Even the spirits were blown away.

I understand.

Maria understood this magic that the Demon King had created on his own just by becoming a spirit.

Maria.

Among the many warriors’ comrades, he was one of the few who reached the Demon King alive.

The nickname used to praise Maria was so simple.

genius.

The Demon King realized once again how scary that short and simple nickname was.

Certainly, the last time she was killed by the Demon King, the Demon King was unable to break through the defensive magic Maria had placed on Sylvia.

Since he could not defeat Sylvia in close combat and his magic was blocked by a barrier, the Demon King pretended to be dead, even suffering the humiliation of having his throat cut by Sylvia.

‘Maria, and Sylvia…’

The Demon King has been serving the great god of chaos outside of this world for many years.

Neither the goddess who created this world, nor the demon god, the father of the demon race, but the god of emptiness and chaos who devours everything in the outside world.

Thanks to that, he was able to obtain a new body from Gochi that could withstand Sylvia’s sword strikes, but he was still unable to defeat Sylvia in close combat.

Still, Maria’s understanding of magic could not surpass that of the others.

‘You two are the only ones who are bothering me.’

That’s why,

“I won!”

The Demon King declared victory once again.

All Maria kicked out was magic and spirit magic,

The tentacle flew straight towards Ash and stuck itself in his body.

There is no room for doubt.

The tentacles that appeared here and there through Sylvia’s body flew straight into Ash’s head and heart.

And pierce that fragile skull…

“…?”

Ash is gone.

Literally, the Demon King was looking straight at him and he just disappeared.

“What is this…”

“thank you…”

The sound came from behind the Demon King.

“… blood… ah.”

The Demon King hurriedly turned his head.

He saw Ash swinging his heart towards him, blood gushing out from between his clenched teeth, and the spirit clinging to Ash’s body and crying.

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