I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 114
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He hadn’t yet discovered why he’d possessed this body or why he repeatedly returned to this same starting point. Even if Eldis had also returned, Yeshion had no means of understanding why.
“Wait, then there’s something strange…”
“What do you mean?”
“The Saintess. Usually, each time I come back, the first thing I see is the Saintess running away crying. But this time, somehow…”
“Each time…? Are you saying this isn’t your first death?”
…Oops.
Yeshion, realizing he’d misspoken, hastily shut his mouth. But Eldis was already looking at him expectantly, awaiting an answer.
As Yeshion stubbornly kept his mouth closed, Eldis spoke after a moment of careful consideration.
“Do you remember? I once told you that I dreamt repeatedly of killing you.”
“…When was that?”
Yeshion had never heard that before.
After all, he’d never discussed anything related to those deaths with Eldis even once.
“It happened. You just didn’t hear me because you were asleep.”
“…..”
“There were several nights when I had dreams—similar, yet slightly different each time.”
Eldis gently spoke about the dreams he had experienced.
Priests rarely dreamed. When someone with strong divine power dreamed, it was usually prophetic, a revelation of the future that God wanted them to know.
Therefore, Eldis rarely dreamed at all, and having repetitive dreams was even rarer.
But at some point, Eldis began dreaming about Yeshion. In the dreams, Eldis trembled with uncontrollable anger, exchanged a few harsh words, and then killed Yeshion.
“At first, I thought they were merely glimpses of an inevitable future.”
“An inevitable future?”
“Yes. Because… I greatly disliked him.”
In those dreams, Eldis repeatedly killed Yeshion. Sometimes by strangling him, other times by decisively cutting him down.
“But after a while, it began to feel strange.”
“How so…?”
“Even though they were dreams, it gradually became unclear if they truly were mere dreams.”
Unable to deny those words, Yeshion lowered his gaze.
They couldn’t have been mere dreams.
To Eldis, they might have appeared dream-like, but Yeshion had actually experienced every single one of those moments. The sting of torn skin was painful and real; the slow suffocation and rising fear of death as his throat was strangled were undeniably genuine.
Yet he didn’t know how to respond.
Yes, those things had actually happened, but it was the original ‘Yeshion’ Eldis had meant to kill, not himself? Or perhaps he should say he didn’t mind, since it was all in the past anyway?
Whatever he said would feel like a lie.
Even if Eldis’s intent had been to kill the real ‘Yeshion,’ in the end, the one who had died was Yeshion himself.
No matter how much time passed, those moments still lingered in a dark corner of his memories. Even now, whenever Eldis picked up a sword, Yeshion’s body involuntarily flinched.
His body still remembered everything too vividly to simply dismiss it as nothing.
Biting his lips, Yeshion eventually opened his mouth.
“I died seventeen times.”
“…..”
“The previous time was my eighteenth death, and this one is the nineteenth.”
Calmly, Yeshion began to speak of all the deaths he had experienced.
“Each time, after dying, I’d wake up standing in this garden.”
“…..”
“The Saintess would always run away crying as soon as I woke up. Then I’d just stand alone in the garden, staring blankly at a hippo-shaped cloud drifting in the sky. My time was limited to about ten minutes, so I couldn’t even think of running away.”
Perhaps because he had never imagined himself speaking openly about these things to the very person who had killed him repeatedly, Yeshion felt strangely hesitant. More than anything, it felt oddly uncomfortable.
As Eldis quietly listened, a heavy sense of guilt settled across his face.
“I…I killed you…”
The moment Eldis muttered those words, Yeshion stood up and approached him. Then, reaching out a hand, he gently touched Eldis’s cheek.
Eldis flinched slightly, lifting his gaze quietly toward Yeshion. Looking deeply into Eldis’s golden eyes, Yeshion honestly confessed his feelings.
“But you know, now I don’t mind it at all.”
Eldis had saved him countless times.
It was Eldis who’d rescued him from death by poison, who’d treated him when lingering toxins ravaged his body. Even when Edward had nearly ended his life, Eldis had fought desperately, never abandoning him.
“So please… don’t make such a sad face.”
Kanna Anderson
T-T I’m crying again, but this time because both of them remember and the feelings are so sad and fluffy at the same time. They’re so sweet comforting and hugging each other
And I think maybe Rosaline and Adelio remember too.
Thank you for returning with this novel. I hope you’re feeling better ❤️💖