The Great Sword is not the Main Body!-Chapter 138: Trial (1)

It is only me who must endure the trials.

Noah must not face the trials.

She must not know the truth of this world.

When it reaches the end.

Before Lilith's aura fills my body.

I will die by Noah's hand, the adversary.

This decision was made based on everything I have seen, heard, and felt.

I am merely a shell created to contain Lilith's aura.

I will not escape the fate of becoming Lilith.

I cannot change that future.

I will burn this world with my own hands.

I will lose everything.

Forget all my past.

Even forget the face of the one I love.

I will become Lilith and enter 'Paradise.'

I had to blind Noah.

I had to make her far from the truth of this world.

The sacrifice is mine alone.

It will be hard when I pierce my heart.

But after that, a happy world will await.

Her friends who cherish her will remain.

In the distant future.

If there is a world where she can smile happily, my life will not be in vain.

So.

I must die.

I had to.

No matter what, I had to.

But.

Why.

Why.

Why, of all things,

did you, not me,

enter the trials?

“Rubia-nim... What... what is going on?”

I heard Ser’s trembling voice.

“Answer me. Why has the temple collapsed, and why are you still here?”

“Noah... Noah, she had the same plan as me...”

“Wh-what? Noah-nim... thought of and planned the same thing as us...?”

The two bracelets that bound her arms shook, forming the shape of a person.

[...Ha.]

“C-Cartia-nim. What... What is happening? Why did Noah... Why did Noah go to face the trials—”

[Noah, that bastard. He knew everything.]

“What...? What do you mean?”

[Rubia, you should’ve known. You should've known you must die by Noah's hand. It was already known.]

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It doesn’t make sense.

If it was known that I was going to die, I can understand.

According to the legends that descend upon this world, the priestess must die without fail.

But.

To know that I must die by Noah’s hand.

It’s nonsense.

Noah doesn’t know the truth of this world.

She doesn't know what role her existence plays.

But.

“How... How do you know that...”

[Well... I don’t know either. I just knew it. Damn it. I thought she was an idiot, laughing all the time, stuttering, and knowing nothing. Arrogant brat.]

Cartia, sitting down in shock, ran her hand through her hair as she spat out the words.

[If you want to know Noah’s condition... try wearing that collar. She wore it.]

“Ah...”

I closed my eyes and recalled Noah’s presence.

And then.

The thread that rose from my hand grasped firmly.

Noah’s emotions.

I could feel them inside my chest—

I should have died instead of her, I should have died instead of her, I should have died instead of her, I should have died instead of her, I should have died instead of her...

As everyone said.

I should have.

Died.

Instead.

Then.

Now, I should die.

You fucking idiot.

A woman who grew up in an orphanage without parents.

To support herself.

For her dreams.

She gave up everything, building her foundation and saving money.

When she turned twenty-three,

she was raped on her way home from work.

She became pregnant with an unwanted child.

The criminal who dragged her into hell was judged by the law.

But the woman could never escape from hell.

She resented the neighbors who didn’t save her when they heard her screams.

She hated a world that didn’t reach out to help her.

The strange glances.

The terrible rumors.

Everything, she found disgusting.

She wanted to fix the past.

She wanted to erase the traces of the rape.

She wanted to remove the child in her womb.

She wanted to end her own life.

But she couldn’t go back to the past.

She couldn’t erase the curse etched deep in her heart.

She couldn’t kill the child living inside her alone.

But if she died together with the child,

perhaps it would be some comfort to the small life.

So she decided to commit suicide.

In a place where no one was around.

In an abandoned warehouse.

In the place where her parents had abandoned her.

She silently held her breath.

Apologizing to the child in her womb.

Hoping that someone would reach out to her.

Hoping that someone would save her from this hell.

She set the fire.

And then.

She met a man.

A man who was a firefighter.

A man who, even when cursed, hit, or hated, would apologize first.

In the spring, he would climb mountains to pick wild herbs.

In the summer, he would catch chickens and make samgyetang.

In the autumn, he would roast chestnuts himself.

In the winter, he would peel tangerines one by one and feed them to her.

That kind of man.

Even the hideous burn scars, he cherished them.

A man with a huge build, who would cry louder than anyone when watching sad movies.

Every Christmas, if he didn’t put money into the Salvation Army basket, his mouth would become sharp.

A man who said he was scared of handling small puppies because their legs might break.

A man who proudly showed off his scars.

A man who truly found happiness in saving people.

He made her forget her fear of men.

He erased her hatred for people.

He made her stop having nightmares.

He saved her from hell.

And in the end, he made her love the child in her womb.

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A hero.

When the new spring came.

A new life came to them.

The name was Shinnoah.

Even if others treated her like a fool, like the person who built the ark and saved people.

Like the man who saved the dying woman.

The name meant for her to be a hero who saves others.

“Hey, wake up!”

Thud, thud.

A familiar footstep shook my shoulder.

“Hurry up, we need to do it while mom is out!”

Thud, thud.

“Ugh... What... do you mean?”

“Hey, didn’t you forget? I told you that mom and dad’s wedding anniversary is in two days.”

Ah, right.

I forced myself to wake up from my drowsy state and sat up.

Then.

“Ugh, who did you get that from, drooling while sleeping like that?”

With a playful smile on his face, dad appeared.

“Dad, huh...”

“Hey, no! I don’t drool like you.”

Chuckling.

“Wash your face, wake up, and eat breakfast. Hurry up.”

He roughly patted my messy hair before leaving the room.

Why does he always ruffle my hair like that...

I hastily tidied up my long, tangled hair and jumped off the bed.

But... something felt strange.

What is it?

Maybe it’s because I haven’t fully woken up yet?

“Hmm... something feels off... ugh...?”

“Hurry up and wash your face!”

“...Yes.”

I quickly adjusted my hair and turned the handle of the door.

Creek—

The sound of an old hinge opening.

And the familiar scent.

“Is it doenjang jjigae?”

“Yep. Dad’s special doenjang. Mom doesn’t know, but I added some brisket. Let’s eat before she gets back.”

“Brisket... Alright.”

My steps became faster as I hurried to the bathroom.

When I opened the door.

Whoosh—! The cold air brushed against me.

“Ugh... It’s cold. Dad! Can you close the window?”

“If I close the bathroom window, mold will form. Just bear with it!”

Tsking, dad walked away, heading to the bathroom while I opened the faucet.

For a moment, I sat on the toilet until the warm water came out.

When the steam started rising, I quickly stood up, adjusting the temperature just right.

Then I washed my face...

“Ahhh!”

Again.

“Bbbrrrp—”

I kept repeating it, the water splashing onto my pajamas.

“...Hair?”

My wet hair got drenched in the flowing water.

Why... did I just roughly wash my face?

“Hmm... something feels off...”

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling, I wiped my face with the towel and left the bathroom.

“Ugh, hot.”

Then, I saw dad, already eating breakfast.

“Ah! I should’ve eaten with you...!”

I tossed the towel into the basket and ran to the table, sitting down quickly.

“Yum... it’s good, huh?”

Dad, looking like he was dying from the heat, placed a large serving of tofu, potatoes, and meat in my bowl.

“Thank you.”

I blew on the hot potatoes before popping them into my mouth.

“Ahh! It’s so hot! Ugh, ugh!!”

“Ah, you’re supposed to eat it quickly, dummy!”

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

Dad, realizing the heat, grabbed the kettle and poured barley tea into my cup.

“Seriously, if it’s too hot, spit it out! How can you keep it in your mouth like that?”

Drinking the lukewarm barley tea, I shivered a bit.

“Dad, you kept eating it, even though it was hot... Ah, I burned my tongue...”

“Dad’s fine, I’m a firefighter. But you, you shouldn’t do that.”

“Firefighters are human too, right... We’re all the same.”

“Heh. I always say this. I’m not just any firefighter, you know? I’m like Captain America.”

“Well... You guys do have a similar build.”

Chuckling, I stood up.

“What, where are you going? Don’t you like it?”

“No, my hair’s uncomfortable, I’m going to get a hair tie.”

“I thought you were leaving because it tasted bad.”

“It’s really good.”

Smiling, I dashed back to my room.

And when I opened the door, the first thing I saw was my reflection in the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) full-length mirror I bought from the secondhand furniture store.

My pale skin.

My long, messy hair down to my hips.

My small height, barely under 140 cm.

My soft-looking limbs.

Innocent eyes.

Red eyes.

“Uh...”

Is this... how I looked?