I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 112
Did you get hooked and started binge reading too fast? IJWTAD has advance chapters now available on ko-fi! Check it out!
“You are foolish to dare to defy me again. Now that I think about it… that child who entered the temple with you is set to be the next Archpriest, isn’t he? Perhaps I should kill him?”
At those words, ‘Yeshion,’ weeping, shook his head and stained his hands once more with blood.
And the day after nineteen lives had been claimed by ‘Yeshion’s’ hands…
“Yeshion… you don’t look well. Did something happen?”
Someone who wore the brightest smile in the world.
Someone who, despite enduring the same hardships, received all the love unlike himself.
“If your hands were stained with blood… would you become as vile as me…?”
“Hm? What did you say?”
‘Yeshion’ stared at Rosaline silently for a long moment.
Then, with a face about to cry, he spoke.
“Saintess.”
“Yes?”
“…I want to die.”
Afterward, a long silence lingered.
There were no further voices, nor anything else to see.
“…Scum.”
Yeshion muttered, clenching his fists.
If asked why the memories ended abruptly, it was probably because the original ‘Yeshion’ truly died right after this moment.
He hated it.
“If you caused all this yourself, you should’ve ended your own life instead of making someone else do it.”
Why did he have to try and dirty Rosaline’s hands? Understanding his intentions all too clearly, Yeshion gritted his teeth.
But there was still something he couldn’t grasp.
Why had ‘Yeshion,’ who seemed relatively fine in the slums, changed so drastically after entering the temple? How had he gotten involved with those strange people and begun treating Eldis so harshly?
‘Yet, he also desperately tried to stop them from killing Eldis.’
The fragmented memories didn’t entirely resolve his curiosity.
‘Would Eldis answer if I asked him?’
Then again, should he really act like he’d completely lost his memories this time around?
As Yeshion mulled over these questions, his vision suddenly brightened, revealing a familiar landscape.
“Ah…”
They should’ve given him time to think things through.
After showing things they’d never shown before, it felt like he was being pushed away, told it was all done now.
Yeshion blinked a few times as his sight returned, looking up at the woman—no, at Rosaline, who stood right in front of him.
“Uh…um…?”
Rosaline, lips parted, stared blankly at Yeshion. She hesitated, stepped back, then suddenly turned and fled without another word.
Yeshion, bewildered, blinked again.
“Wait, did she usually just run away like that…?”
He was sure she’d always run away crying whenever a new life began.
Maybe he’d forgotten because he’d spent so long bedridden last time, or maybe he was simply stupid.
“You couldn’t even live a year last time. How could you forget it that quickly?”
But he remembered something else clearly.
Whenever Rosaline left, there was always a cloud shaped like a hippo drifting in the sky.
Looking upward, sure enough, a hippo-shaped cloud floated lazily above.
‘Well, that’s definitely there…’
Then it was certain he had returned.
Yet, Rosaline running away without tears was strange.
As Yeshion stood confused by himself, a loud voice echoed from afar.
“Yeshion!”
It had barely been five minutes since the nineteenth life started—why was Eldis already here?
Yes, something was undoubtedly off.
He turned his head in confusion and saw Eldis standing not far away. Eldis didn’t hold a sword, nor did he look angry. Rather, if he had to describe it, Eldis’s face appeared oddly sorrowful.
This was clearly the start of a new life, but Eldis’s expression closely resembled the one he’d seen just before dying.
“…Yeshion.”
Edis called his name, voice barely above a whisper, making Yeshion swallow dryly and reply.
“Yes, Archpriest.”
That was the very moment…
