A woman knelt before me with her head pressed to the ground.
I stared at her.
She wouldn't look up at me.
"Sorry. I’m sorry!”
She shouted toward me, saying, ‘I'm sorry. Please forgive me.’
I kept my mouth shut and watched her apologize.
Well, my eyes were on her, but my mind was elsewhere.
'Whose past was that? So horrible. That wasn't my dream. It must’ve been Ahar’s because it happened after I played him.'
I dreamed of monsters chasing villagers and the children running away to survive.
In the background, the village’s adults were blocking the monsters to protect their children.
They were terrified; they wanted to run away.
Even so, the reason they stood firm was because of the children.
They had lived a long time, but the children hadn’t.
The oldest of them was nine years old.
They didn't want their children, who still had bright futures, to die in a place like that.
Their feelings remained clear in his heart.
He might not feel like this if the children escaped because they sacrificed themselves.
He wouldn...
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