The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 113

Chapter 113: The Curse

In the encompassing darkness, something can be heard. Even though I shouldn’t be able to hear those words anymore…

…Serk

I don’t know whose voice it is. It’s a woman’s voice, but I can’t recall hearing it before…

…My

Strangely, this voice feels different from the one I heard in this darkness…

…Dear

And then, a light emerged in the darkness.

—

In the illuminated darkness, the scene that emerged was a room in the Marquis’s mansion. On the bed, my mother, with black hair like mine and my older brother, was sleeping peacefully.

My mother gently strokes my older brother to avoid waking him. Then, she places her hand on her belly.

(…My body probably can’t endure giving birth to you.)

A voice echoed in the darkness. It was my mother’s voice, a warm and gentle voice.

(…Honestly, I wanted to live longer to raise you all. To praise you for doing well and scold you if you did something wrong. I wanted to watch you grow up.)

While gently caressing her belly, my mother, on the verge of tears and with a smile that seemed about to spill over, spoke.

(But I can’t do that. With my body, I’ll probably lose my strength before giving birth to you safely. So…)

After finishing caressing my brother’s belly, my mother closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and prayed.

(For Badul… for you to receive various blessings.)

Then, my mother began to pray.

(I wish for you to be born strong and robust.)

“…Huh?”

(Even if I die, I want this child to be born safely and live in this world…)

That was an unexpected word.

(I have no regrets and I’m not afraid of dying. But for you… for Serk, I don’t want to die without being able to do anything for you.)

As my mother prayed, her body glowed faintly. The light, which seemed about to disappear, slowly gathered into my mother’s belly.

(So I’ll give you… as much power as I can give while I’m alive. The love I wanted to give you in the future…)

It was the radiance of life, and I intuitively understood. Stretching out my hand, but it was a past scene. No matter how much I reached out, I couldn’t reach it.

(Even if I die, I’ll be watching over you all from beside you… I can’t talk or touch, but I’ll always protect you. So, don’t feel lonely.)

My mother wiped away a single tear and smiled again. Even though her complexion had clearly deteriorated, my mother still wore a satisfied smile.

(Serk… it’s alright.)

My mother murmured to the baby inside her belly…

“I love you, Serk. Thank you for coming to me… really, thank you.”

With those words, the light returned to me.

—

When I came to, I was standing in the darkness again. Shadows reappeared, but I was wielding my sword with tears streaming down my face.

…My mother didn’t resent or curse me. All along, she was protecting me.

This unique constitution was a curse my mother placed on me, a spell she risked her life to leave behind—an emanation of love.

“Thank you, Mom.”

I raised my face and the sword. I had already found a way out from here.

I hesitated because it was a risky gamble, but now I was confident it would work. The warmth lingering in my chest gave me the courage to step forward.

“Battle Formation: ‘Black-Clad Holy Army Chaos Crusader.'”

A black storm stirred around me, drawing in the shadows that had gathered. The storm, taking on the appearance of a black tornado, absorbed all the shadows.

The gathering darkness, now a chaotic whirlwind, slowly converged towards me. Absorbed by the Chaos Crusader, the shadows disappeared, leaving not a single one behind.

…The Chaos Crusader had also restrained me to prevent me from going berserk. Now, I realized that it had been holding back my power just enough to keep me from being swallowed by darkness.

But now, those restraints were removed. I, now, had an army of countless forces with me.

I gathered strength in my legs, jumped, and thrust the sword into the seemingly eternal darkness.