“Nymira… I will save you.”
“I will become
Your hero.”
Usually, words like that would have been met with laughter or cringe. After all, that was the normal reaction.
That was the reaction that anyone would have shown when heard such words.
Hell, even people in Nymira’s situation would have not taken Silas’ words seriously.
Hero? Was there even such a thing in this world?
A hero was not something that existed in this world. It was something that only existed in fairy tails. Nothing was ever that black and white.
Nothing was ever that simple.
Yet, Nymira didn’t have that reaction.
Unlike others, she could understand someone down to their physiology and psychology. She could know everything about someone with a single whiff of their scent.
After all, that was her blessing. That was the power she was gifted by Gilea.
And right now, as she looked into Silas’, she heard his words and smelled something she had only felt from one other place before. To be specific, from two people.
Right now, it felt like Gina was right in front of her, talking to her face to face, and smiling at her with radiance shining from her face.
At the same time, she remembered the first time the chief had met her. It was right after her parent’s death.
She stood there, looking down upon the bodies of the two people who loved her most, yet everyone avoided her like the plague.
It was the first time she awakened her blessing too. The smells were all wrong. They felt horrible. She didn’t understand the smells back then, but she knew the difference between good and bad smells.
Yet, despite being surrounded by dozens of people, smiling at her constantly, there was only one smile among them that made her feel like she was safe.
A man who extended his hand toward her and told her that she would be safe, no matter what.
A man who looked her in the eyes and treated her like a human being, rather than just another orphan.
That man was Chief Gorgon Azeroth, the very man who adopted her after her parent’s death, the same man who took care of her for years, and the very same man who died to save her.
Yet, it was all in vain.
However, she could still remember his hand. The hand reached toward her and told her everything would be okay. She could still remember the feeling she felt on that day…
And right now, she was feeling the same thing.
Before, she smelled something about him. Silas was taller than she could remember… Hell, he was even a little taller than she was. He looked older too, yet despite all that, all she could smell was the blood coming off him.
She had trained for several years when she was with Gina. She was her sister and teacher alike. She taught her everything she knew and taught her how to distinguish between the smells.
When Nymira smelled Silas for the first time, she could smell his intentions. He just wanted to use her. He smelled like the rest of them. Sure, he didn’t reak of lust, but that didn’t matter.
After all, who would trust a man who smells like he had spilled enough blood to dye the oceans red?
But now, it was different.
When Silas’ hand approached her, she no longer felt fear.
She felt safe and secure. That feeling terrified her, but it also told her something else.
Silas wasn’t lying when he said he’d be her hero.
So, with that realization burning at the back of her mind, she stretched her hand forward and held Silas’ hand.
And when she did so, Silas looked into her eyes and saw something ignite.
Something deep. A fire that had once gone out, reignited to its previous glory…
Reignited past its previous glory, into a flame with so much radiance that it would have blinded anyone who could see it.
“You?” Nymira’s eyes filled with tears.
“You will help me?” She cried, sniffling every few seconds while holding back the tears that wanted to flood out.
“Of course… I promise…”
“I will save you.”
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Silas wanted to hurt the kingdom by taking Nymira away from them, but while doing so, he did something selfish.
He didn’t understand why there was so much sincerity in his words when he told her that he would save her, but his best guess was that it was a way to self-fulfill.
Every time he looked down at his hands, the only thing he would remember was the people he killed. He didn’t ever feel bad about it. Even the guilt wasn’t there, which somehow made him feel guilty at the same time???
It was weird… How could not feeling guilt make a person feel guilty?
He never had these problems in his previous life. Everything was so simple back then. They’re either with you or not with you. If they’re not with you, then they are free to kill.
‘When did things become so complicated?’ Silas sighed, however, he quickly turned around when he felt someone running toward him.
Looking back, Silas saw a red-haired kid running toward him, looking at him with a pair of fiery light-brown eyes.
“Alex?” Silas asked as the boy quickly caught up to him.
“Hey, man! Why are you avoiding me?!” Alex shouted with mock rage in his voice.
“I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve simply been… Occupied.” Silas looked away, his eyes traveling in a certain direction.
“Oh really?” Alex crossed his arms with an expression that told Silas that he wasn’t buying the excuse, but Silas didn’t know what to tell him.
He hadn’t been avoiding him. He had tried looking for him on the first day after meeting with Nymira, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t find him.
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