Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu Vol 1 Prologue
Prologue I - From The Place Where The G.o.d Of Death Dwells
In this place, that was often the case......
“If......if we do become adults without dying, would you be willing to marry me?”
The girl with flaxen hair and a gentle looking face said while crying.
In response to that unmotivated look the boys eyes slackened...... However, in some respect, the dry eyes still had an empty feeling, and they stared back at the wet eyes of that girl.
“If we do become adults without dying......”
That sort of thing is impossible.
The boy thought.
No, the girl might have also thought that.
Since well die.
In this place......
In this orphanage, death is overflowing.
Death is really overflowing.
Even these two small kids understand to that extent; death is overflowing in the world.
Thats why that......
The girl murmured.
“If we survive......would you......”
The boy didnt respond.
Because that girls murmur, an endless dream that wont come true, like an illusion, was fleetingly heard.
“If we survive......would you......”
But her words were then interrupted.
A middle-aged man who wore a black suit on his body, suddenly pulled that girls small shoulder towards himself, and warned her.
“Its time. The crying ends here. To you, the weakness known as feeling is unnecessary. Youll die if youre weak. Its no more than that.”
Right.
No more than that.
She understands.
The girl makes a frightened expression in an instant,
“......Yes.”
And then she nodded.
Once, she peered at the boys face but, the boy, unsmiling like always, with the look of his unmotivated, slackened eyes persisting, is saying no more.
Somehow or other it doesnt seem like he intends to give a response to the girls words......
“............”
Thats right.
She understood.
After all since they are going to die, theres no meaning in making a promise like that.
The girls face froze.
I might never smile again.
Thats right, she thought.
“Were going.”
Urged by the man, the girl began to walk.
On a path that doesnt have any meaning......
Doesnt have an objective.
Doesnt have dreams.
Doesnt have hope.
Since from now on shell become this mans puppet.
A marionette.
And––––
“Oi.”
At that moment suddenly, the boy raised his voice.
Still lacking ambition, in the same tone of voice as always,
That voice says to her.
“You know, you cry too much. Dont say things like well die. If its you, youll live. Since youre stubborn. And I dont plan to die either. So......”
The girl looked over her shoulder without thinking. Once more, emotion returned to her face.
Tears were br.i.m.m.i.n.g over.
Seeing that, the boy worried, with a troubled look on his face; smiled......and said.
“So you dont die either.”
“......Yeah!”
The girl gave a big nod.
A quick, childhood promise.
That promise, was firmly etched into the girls heart......