The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 117

Chapter 117: Demise of Hatred

Descending to the ground and removing my armor, I head towards the place where Bugras fell. There, Bugras, gradually returning from a demonic form to a human appearance, lay as if a breath of insects. His spear was thrust nearby.

“Gu… ugh…”

… Perhaps due to the influence of turning into a demon, Bugras is still alive. Approaching with the sword in hand, I destroy Bugras’s spear.

(As expected…)

Among the shattered pieces of the destroyed spear, there are fragments of broken crystals. I don’t know to what extent it influenced him, but Bugras must have been manipulated by Fifths.

Standing beside Bugras, he looks up at me with eyes almost losing their light. When he sees the sword in my hand, he moves his mouth as if squeezing out the last bit of strength.

“Why… do you have Grant’s sword?”

“Chaos Crusader is composed of the souls of those who died with regrets. This sword gave form to one of those souls.”

“Fool… Rare drops that carry multiple wills intact… shouldn’t exist…”

“A knight is someone who protects those unable to resist from injustice, and if someone strong deviates from the path, it’s the duty of the righteous to correct them.”

“!?”

“The owner of this sword couldn’t correct the mistakes and couldn’t protect the people… that was the regret he held.”

“…Is that… the regret after death…? Envy of such straightforward regret is only for him.”

Bugras mutters with a smile, but he quickly wipes away the smile. His expression no longer conveys hatred.

“At that time, it would have been better if I had died… If I hadn’t met Fifths at that time and died… I wouldn’t have become his pawn, causing a calamity…”

“…”

“I knew… Grant and the others didn’t desire revenge. No matter what I say, I followed Fifths to avenge my hatred.”

Bugras confesses his own sins, his appearance resembling a lost soul who has lost sight of the light.

“But… what else could I have done? Surviving alone in disgrace… betrayed by what I believed in… trampled on what was precious… I, who became nothing, carried this hatred, and wouldn’t it have been better to die without anyone knowing?”

“…Did your goals remain the same after all?”

I swallow the words I was about to say. It felt inappropriate to ask lightly.

“…?”

I silently point the sword at Bugras. Bugras looks up at me with eyes already devoid of light and closes his eyes as if gathering the last bit of strength.

“Why… did you, with Grant’s sword…”

“Chaos Crusader is composed of the souls of those who died with regrets. This sword gave form to one of those souls.”

“Fool… Rare drops that carry multiple wills intact… shouldn’t exist…”

“A knight is someone who protects those unable to resist from injustice, and if someone strong deviates from the path, it’s the duty of the righteous to correct them.”

“!?”

“The owner of this sword couldn’t correct the mistakes and couldn’t protect the people… that was the regret he held.”

“…Is that… the regret after death…? Envy of such straightforward regret is only for him.”

Bugras mutters with a smile, but he quickly wipes away the smile. His expression no longer conveys hatred.

“At that time, it would have been better if I had died… If I hadn’t met Fifths at that time and died… I wouldn’t have become his pawn, causing a calamity…”

“…”

“I knew… Grant and the others didn’t desire revenge. No matter what I say, I followed Fifths to avenge my hatred.”

Bugras confesses his own sins, his appearance resembling a lost soul who has lost sight of the light.

“But… what else could I have done? Surviving alone in disgrace… betrayed by what I believed in… trampled on what was precious… I, who became nothing, carried this hatred, and wouldn’t it have been better to die without anyone knowing?”

“…Did your goals remain the same after all?”

I swallow the words I was about to say. It felt inappropriate to ask lightly.

“…?”

I silently point the sword at Bugras. Bugras looks up at me with eyes already devoid of light and closes his eyes as if gathering the last bit of strength.

“…You involved many unrelated people, trampled on the happiness of the future.”

“…Yeah.”

“So, I stopped you… From here, it’s not words of a knight.”

“…?”

“…Whatever path you choose, you’re my best friend, Bugras.”

Bugras opens his eyes and looks at me. After a moment of silence, he sheds tears and closes his eyes again.

“Thank you… Farewell, my best friend…”

I pierce the sword into his heart. It’s a strike that extinguishes the flame of life, a merciful blow to end the suffering…