\n into account with this attack, but if I were to make even the slightest mistake, this attack would undoubtedly leave a fatal wound.
This fearful attack⌠no, rather than to the goblin, this attack might be actually scarier to me.
But fortunately, the attack I let loose successfully knocked the goblinâs consciousness away.
Carrying the goblinâs body up, I ran back to the village.
The worst possible situation flashed through the back of my mind.
After the war, I had left a building to Reshia to use for healing the wounded. I entered that building with the goblin in my arms.
What I saw left me speechless.
At those muttered words, Gi Ga opened his eyes. His right arm was missing from his right shoulder. His left leg was also gone from his left knee which was dressed in bandages stained in blue blood.
âChief⌠are you well?â
âYes⌠Iâm alright! Iâm alright thanks to you!â
As I lay the goblin in my arms, I rushed up to Gi Gaâs side. The other goblins also opened their eyes, and they looked at me, but I couldnât say anything back to them.
âThen⌠thatâs good.â
Relieved at my words, Gi Ga closed his eyes.
â...Right⌠From now on too, continue to work for me! This isnât the place for you to die.â
Gi Ga smiled, but only one side of his cheeks rose.
âChief⌠how strict.â
ââŚOf course. The enemies that we will face from now on will only grow stronger and more numerous. If at that time youâre not around, then who will protect me?â \nâIâm happy, chief. To hear those words.â
âPlease congratulate these men as well.â
At the other end of his line of sight were the goblins who were looking toward us.
âRight, of course. Of course.â
With my shaking legs, I stood up, and I went to each of the goblins.
Some had lost their legs. Some had lost their arms. Some had taken a hit to their head, making it a wonder how they were still alive. I walked to each and every one of those goblins. And then as I looked them in the eye, I patted them on their shoulder, and I thanked them for their service.
Then I went to Gi Ga again.
âGi Ga, live,â I ordered him. âYou have to.â
âCan no longer fightâ is what he seemed to say as he struck his own shoulder.
âI will think of a way. So⌠stand with me once more, and fight with me!â
As I said that, I left the building.
ââŚWell? Was that leg hopeless?â I inquired Reshia when I went out.
She mustâve been trying to be considerate as she leaned her back to the wall while she looked up to the sky.
âYeah⌠I canât compensate for the loss of a limb.â
Having heard only that, I left.
The fire that blazed within my chest could not be quelled.
So I ran. I ran and ran. All the way from the village to the lake.
As I neared it, I yelled.
I want to spit out my soul!
He canât fight! He canât fight anymore! The warrior who lives to fight can no longer fight!
I want to scream! I want to howl, and spit out this anguish!
Reshia canât restore limbs. Even if she uses her power itâs impossible!
Of course, I thought of it.
And I was supposed to have been prepared for it too!
But⌠somewhere sometime, I turned my face away.
Intoxicated by the heat of battle, drunk in the fervor of defeating a worthy adversary, I failed to think of the result.
If I had only thought of it for a little, then I would have understoodâŚ
What it meant to sacrificeâŚ
The one who took his limbs away was me!
I didnât understand it! I didnât understand it at all!
The weight of 20 goblinsâ lives!
I canât waste it. No, I canât waste their sacrifices.
So I mustnât forget. I must never allow myself to forget this pain!
I will not run! I will not run away from this pain!
And I will definitely... definitely become the king!
Facing toward the calm lake, I howled.
He might not have been the protagonist, but I didnât let him die yet.
Sorry if I misled some people with my suggestive words. :D
I added the smiley face. (´ｼĎｼ`)