LRAB Chapter 161: Witch of the Night (2)
Chapter 161: Witch of the Night (2)
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Chapter 161: Witch of the Night (2)
The Frozen Ground.
Blood droplets scattered over the pure white world swept by a snowstorm.
“…Ah.”
The Witch of the Night let out a faint sigh as she looked down at the sword that had pierced through her stomach.
Slowly, she collapsed onto the thickly piled snow.
She turned her head toward the gray-haired hero who had driven the sword into her abdomen.
“Hah… hah…”
The hero staggered closer to her, his breaths coming out ragged.
Swoosh.
He roughly pulled out the sword that had been lodged in her stomach.
Red blood spilled onto the snowy ground.
“…Cold.”
The witch murmured as she clutched her bleeding abdomen.
“Cold?”
The hero's face twisted in rage at her whispered words.
The witch, barely breathing, as if her life could be extinguished at any moment, nodded her head faintly.
“Yes. Very, very cold…”
“Hah.”
A mocking laugh escaped from the hero.
He glared at her with bloodshot eyes.
“So, you can feel the cold too?”
The very person who turned this land into a frozen wasteland.
The worst witch, who had massacred hundreds of thousands without batting an eye.
Shivering from the ‘cold.’
He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
“Yes… I’ve been cold for a long time… always… very… cold.”
The witch reached out toward the hero, as if pleading.
“Just once… even if it’s just once, please…”
Red tears, mingled with blood, flowed down her cheek.
“I want… to be… warm…”
“……”
Smack!
The hero slapped her hand away harshly, grinding his teeth.
“You want to be warm, even if it’s just once?”
He twisted his mouth in a grimace and gripped his sword.
“Give me a break.”
He muttered a harsh curse.
“Spend eternity freezing to death, you damned witch.”
Thrust!
He drove the sword into the witch’s heart.
And so,
The witch’s long nightmare came to an end.
And the hero’s long nightmare had only just begun.
* * *
“……”
Memories of my past life surfaced.
The day I killed Lanez Malam, the Witch of the Night.
After countless sacrifices, innumerable deaths, and unimaginable despair, I finally reached her.
I remember barely managing to drive the sword into her heart after dying hundreds, maybe thousands of times.
To me, Lanez Malam was the very embodiment of a nightmare.
I wandered through the snowy wilderness she created for millennia.
White snowstorms, ground so thick with snow it swallowed you up to your knees, and bone-chilling cold.
That memory has lingered deep within me, still an unshakable trauma to this day.
“……”
But now…
The witch who haunted me, who slaughtered millions…
“I'm… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was wrong.”
Seeing her curled up, crying in remorse, I was unsure how to react.
Should I feel satisfaction at her karma, or pity her past?
As I
To Aaron, Lanez was…
“She’s the child of his parent’s murderer… isn’t she.”
“……”
Thinking about the complicated, entangled connection between the two of them, I couldn’t help but sigh.
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