Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka Gaiden – Sword Oratoria - Volume 10 - Chapter Pr

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PROLOGUE THE MONOLOGUE OF A CERTAIN GIRL

What would you call this feeling?
It might have originated as sadness or rage—or maybe even despair.
But it couldn’t be encapsulated by any of these.
It was a sharper agony than being sliced by a sword, a deeper throb than being cleaved by an ax, a more painful sensation than being pierced by claws and fangs.
Its impact tore through her heart and left behind a bloody mess.
She felt a profound sense of loss—as though her very existence had been rejected. Just as she thought her heart had been stripped of everything, a tornado of jumbled and incomprehensible words rushed in to fill the void.
No…Get away from that.
I need you to stay by my side. Please don’t leave me.
Don’t show me this scene.
That is savage, despicable, something that should be abandoned. A detestable, loathsome thing.
Don’t hold it close. Don’t take its hand. Don’t embrace it.
You can’t show mercy to a plunderer, especially the guiltiest despoiler of this world.
Do you know its name? Do you understand what it means?

Its name is monster.
What would you call this feeling?
I’m not sure.
Should I call you a liar? Give you hell and say I won’t forgive you? Tearfully beg you to stop?
Hey. I want to ask you—over there looking at me like you’re about to cry:
Was I wrong to think we understood each other? Was it all an illusion? What are you doing? Why are you over there?
Why are you protecting that monster?!
You’re cruel! Heartless! Inhuman!
You’re a traitor!
Her heart screeched out in pain without end. She couldn’t keep the sword in front of her from trembling, and blood trickled from her ragged body like red tears.
Her limbs started to freeze up, as if a cold winter day had descended upon her and enveloped her in its memory.
She realized that she’d lost something irreplaceable and been left all alone. And that’s when she opened her mouth, threatening to say the words that she vowed would never cross her lips again.
“Someone, please—”