[Comprehensive] Enkidu

(arthur)

When he was seven years old, he had a dream about a red dragon.

The mighty red dragon roams in the sky, casually looking down at the earth under the clouds, its red scales are as bright as blood, and the brilliance of the scorching sun covers its robust body, like a land of gold shining on a mountain of gems.

After he told the teacher the content of the dream, Merlin, who hadn't frenziedly squeezed all his sleep at that time, was surprised and told him it was a very good dream with a smile.

"Because you are the continuation of its blood, it is indeed normal to have this dream."

The magician's tone was so natural, his crystal-clear and dreamy purple eyes reflected Arthur's young face, stroking his hair as if caring for an ignorant cub.

"The continuation of the bloodline?"

"Well, Arthur, you are the incarnation of the red dragon that protects Britain. One day, you will fly high like the dragon in your dream, protecting the land of Britain."

Merlin said these words so firmly, without any impurity.Even though he was deceived countless times by the teacher, Arthur still nodded excitedly, determined to become the image of the glorious hero in Merlin's mouth.

He didn't know that behind the hero's glory were painful tears and sacrifices.

Arthur no longer remembers when he should accept it as a matter of course and calmly undertake the mission of carrying a country.

The red dragon in the dream hovered around.

In reality, the red dragon keeps suppressing itself, abandoning all desires, and gradually becomes a perfect container to carry the hopes of all people.

[Such a noble king must be a fake. 】

Moving forward along the established road without looking sideways, the loud sounds of fear are unbearable.

[Our king is a monster, the king who brought us war, what kind of ideal king? 】

Tightly shutting the whispers that he wanted to speak, Wang sat silently on the high seat to accept the fear of others.

But one person said to him.

"Compared to Chiron, you are more human."

He said this to the king who pulled out the sword of choice and devoted himself to the road of Shura.

The red dragon who lost the "human heart" got an alternative reply from the same heartless weapon.

The beautiful boy who didn't look like a human turned his face slightly, watching Arthur's appearance seriously. When he said such an answer, Arthur's heart was also shaking.

Unimaginable emotions came from the bottom of my heart, emotions that Wang, who had no desire for love, could not understand.

So quickly, before he could hold it firmly, it slipped away from his palm.

King Arthur is a kingly vessel created for the dawn of Britain.

But because of the happiness of the people, he willingly embarked on a road full of thorns.

Even if he is cast aside, he is willing. Whether he can become an ideal king is actually not important to him.

There are countless wars to establish a country's peace, and the blood of sacrifice can flow to every corner of Britain. There are countless wailing souls under his sword. He is cursed by them, even if he falls to a tragic death, he is not afraid. , and even accept this ending calmly.

but......

Wouldn't it be fine if he was the only one who died?

If he died, wouldn't it be enough to punish him alone?

The ship sailing back from Rome was not greeted with cheers of victory. The flames of war burned throughout Camelot, and the corpses of the traitors piled up into countless mountains and precious things that were about to be lost.

The god of destiny opened his sharp fangs, and after getting enough rewards, he gave the king a heavy blow in the heart.

How ironic.

The moment before Enkidu left, he thoroughly understood his feelings.

Tears poured down his cheeks, Wang couldn't even choke, and King Arthur, who was sobbing, wanted to hold tightly to the dissipated fluorescent light.

He finally understood the meaning of Enkidu's words.

Compared to the omnipotent red dragon, he is just a stupid human being.

Stubbornly eliminating human instincts, forgetting one's own human nature, and surviving for the happiness of others, but unable to grasp one's own happiness.

The hard heart that belongs to him (the red dragon) beating in the chest, wraps the last soft part, and sinks in the darkness forever.

From this day on, the story of the king and his friends in the epic came to an end.

The war in Camelot was suppressed in time, and the loss in the capital was much less than expected.

However, no one can be happy.

The brilliance belonging to Britain still rises high, but the brilliance in the king's heart falls forever.

King Arthur will still have a bright and encouraging smile on his face, but he prefers to stay alone in his study to deal with affairs.

He sentenced Mordred, the mastermind of the rebellion, to exile, but retained his place at the Round Table.

This is a punishment that no one will agree to except the chaotic party. Even the kindest knights of the round table think it is too light, but no one has the intention of disobeying the king. The part of the round table that belongs to Mordred is preserved, but no one will Willing to come closer.

Rather than saying that it is the kindness of King Arthur, it is better to be honest that it is the punishment of vigilance, and the object of punishment is King Arthur who will be present at every round table meeting.

Even if every knight of the round table is present, there will always be two seats with names written on them.

"medraw"

"enkidu"

In the second year after that, the calamity of alien races that had plagued Britain for decades finally came to an end.

The contract signed with Rome played a very important role. Rome participated in the siege of the alien race. Under the siege of the two parties, even though the number of alien races continued to flow, it showed an incurable decline.

I'm afraid there is no way for them to recover in less than ten years.

In the same year, Lancelot and Queen Guinevere held a wedding and became Guinevere's husband. Arthur also participated in their wedding. The queen smiled like a flower at the wedding, revealing full of happiness.

From then on, Lancelot lived a life of running back and forth between the two countries. He seemed very worried that the Queen would marry the next royal husband, and wished he could rush to Guinevere's country as soon as he finished the round table work.In desperation, Arthur granted Lancelot a long vacation.

Soon Guinevere became pregnant, and in the late summer of the third year gave birth to a boy named Galahad.

In such a warm atmosphere, there is also bad news. The exiled knight Mordred did not die on the way to exile, but killed the local king and made himself king. Let go of Britain, which is not far away.

There is a common knot between them.

For this reason, Mordred would rather never set foot on the land of Britain, just to stop looking at Arthur.Even with just one glance, Mordred would think of the long sword he stabbed without hesitation that evening.

In the fifth year, Arthur's body began to decline inevitably. Without the protection of the scabbard, he could only try his best to slow down the rate of decline. Faced with Bedivere's helplessness, Arthur was very open.

"I have picked up the time in the past few years, so it is not bad."

Arthur vaguely guessed about Enkidu's last move from the mouth of the flower magician who was not sure what to say.

"Enkidu" replaced "Arthur Pendragon".

To replace him to the fate of death, to change the future of Britain's demise, so he resolutely became like him, bearing the pain that should belong to the red dragon.

Even now when I recall the person who still hurts, there is still only inevitable tenderness in my heart.

He has learned how to put all the sorrow and distress in his heart.

"My lord, I will definitely find a solution."

Bedivere, a very stubborn valet by nature, made such a voice.

Everything was hidden in the depths that the king didn't know, and they began to look for the king's scabbard again.

In the long search, year after year, time flew by, and Britain came smoothly to the beginning of the tenth year after the Battle of Camelot.

Spring grass sprouts, flying flowers flutter, King Arthur's favorite white roses bloom all over the capital, and Camelot falls into a sea of ​​white petals, romantic and sacred.

In early March, King Arthur passed the throne to Gawain, and under Gawain's sad eyes, he put the crown on Gawain's head with a blessed smile.

Meanwhile, Wang fell into a deep sleep for longer and longer.

He stopped working on the round table, and became unable to deal with state affairs. He often dealt with half of the affairs and collapsed on the desk, and it took a long time to support his body to continue.

Every time he fell into a deep sleep, his subordinates would anxiously test whether he was breathing. They would be delighted by Wang's warm body temperature, and then they would be even more worried that they would face the dilemma of seeing Wang unconscious again soon.

Arthur is actually very clear about his situation. He doesn't know if he can survive until the end of spring. If he dies in spring, he feels pretty good.

When he was dying, he dreamed of the huge red dragon that he dreamed of when he was seven years old.

The red dragon roaming in the clouds looked at him in the void, his half-closed golden eyes no longer looked at the ground under the clouds, but stared at Arthur who might not exist in its world, just like looking at himself shadow.

【do you understand? 】

He heard the voice of the dragon.

Arrogant, calm, asking with the voice that should belong to Arthur.

Opening his eyes again, Arthur found that the Knights of the Round Table who had been with him for many years were all gathered around him. Bedivere held the sheath of the holy sword in both hands, and couldn't help being excited.

"King, we finally found it... as long as you have the scabbard, you can..."

However, King Arthur smiled and refused the scabbard that could heal him.

"No need, Lord Bedivere."

This country no longer needs the blood-stained red dragon, it can move forward alone and reach the final end safely.

The dragon in the dream is no longer patrolling the land of Britain. In reality, the king has been supporting Britain for so many years and should choose to let go.

The moment King Arthur's "wish" ended, his mission ended.

This time, I won't wake up again.

"I feel a little tired..."

With contented emotions, Wang's breath became weaker and weaker, his eyes closed slowly, and under the sad and uncontrollable eyes of everyone, he made a final sound.

"Maybe, I'll sleep a little longer."

The roses in the White City were blown everywhere with the clear warm wind, and the pure white petals fell on the face as clear and clean as a boy, as if falling asleep, Wang quietly stopped breathing.

The story of the king and the knight is over.

In the continuation of the dream, can I find you?

Enkidu.

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(Mordred)

What was he thinking at the last moment?

The humble king on the throne held his sword in his hand, looked down at the courtiers who bowed to him, and the question that had troubled him for a long time came to mind again.

Mordred was thinking carefully, and the evil ghost in his heart was lingering in the depths of his soul.

It was a pain he had never experienced before, and the sting of rot reminded him again and again, facing that intense pain as if self-mutilation, he tried to imitate the state of mind of that person at that time.

Why not kill him?

He clearly reached the point where the blades intersected, but he hesitated to let go of his hand at the last step. As long as he could take his life one step deeper, he would not know the cruel truth.

It was Arthur who fell on top of him, what he tried so hard to kill.

But in the end... it became Enkidu.

King Bei looked at his hand holding the sword.

He killed countless people, and there are countless innocent souls under his sword.But this was the first time he noticed that his hands were stained with blood.

After being tried and exiled by King Arthur, his mother Morgan met him before leaving.

The witch of the curse world looked at him with incomprehensible eyes, and for the first time showed him a gentle and bitter smile like a normal mother.

"It was my mistake to create you."

Mordred could not understand what his mother meant.

Just as he couldn't understand Enkidu, he couldn't understand the mood of the woman in front of him, and he thought coldly and stubbornly that his mother denied him again.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

What he longed for, everything he wanted, was no longer there.

Mordred, suffering from an unhealed wound on his shoulder, wandered like a ghost on his exile.

Live, live, eat weeds, swallow rotting corpses, as long as he can maintain his body mobility, this kind of life is not painful to him at all.

Such days came to an end, and Mordred came to his senses and killed the king who took him in.

Naturally, the doomed rebellious knight gathers his subordinates to occupy the palace and become a new generation of kings.

After assuming the throne, he was not as happy as he imagined, and he still couldn't sleep every night. Mordred still thought about the question he couldn't understand.

That dusk at Camlann Hills.

The "King Arthur" who wiped out all the rebels stood at the highest point, holding the sword in the stone that should have been missing, pointing at him.

Substantial killing intent frantically rushed towards him, and at that moment, Mordred was convinced that he really wanted to kill him.

When he learned the truth, through the essence of pretending to be King Arthur, he saw a light green long-haired boy, his eyes were like a broad rainbow, and his beautiful facial features were so delicate that he lost his popularity. Carved utensils quietly fulfill the principles of utensils.

[If you are an artifact, you should kill me. 】

There was no outlet for the distressed questioning, and it was screaming fiercely in the depths of the soul.

[But, at the last moment, why did you hesitate? 】

Mordred stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the imaginary object in his fantasy, but of course he couldn't get anything.

Falling into the abyss and being cursed by countless people, every finger of the humble king was stained with blood, no matter how much he wiped it, he couldn't get it clean. He carefully placed his palm in mid-air, as if stroking the face that once looked at him. Bend a gentle smiling face.

"Enkidu."

He calls his name.

On an ordinary afternoon a long time ago, the newly born android snuggled into the arms of the clay figurine, studying the words in the scroll.The young man who mistakenly thought that he could not speak pointed to a corner, and taught the man-made man his name word by word.

【"My name is...Enkidu."】

At that time, the man-made man secretly made up his mind that one day he could stand upright in front of him and proudly restore his identity to him.

But from the beginning to the end, until he killed that person with his own hands, he couldn't put it into words.

"My name is Mordred."

"I am Morgan's son, Arthur's eldest son, the most outstanding Knight of the Round Table."

Expressing the childish wish in his heart, even if what he faced was just a phantom, Mordred straightened his chest, as if he had truly experienced the glorious life in his imagination, took off his helmet and stood upright. in the sun.

"You may not know me anymore, but we met a long time ago."

The wailing that dragged the entire country into war turned countless citizens into weapons of war, and the humble king who fought and robbed other people's lands and countries would show a shy smile and fall into nightmare fantasies, drowning and refusing to wake up.

He has gone crazy.

For the country under Mordred's court, the fact that the king is crazy does not seem so difficult to accept.

Mordred, who knows nothing but triggering wars, is equivalent to a demonic existence to the people. Under the exploitation of many times of military pressure, fewer and fewer people are alive.

Staying with the devil can only turn oneself into a devil. The madness of the king of Bei infected the whole country. They think nothing but kill, do nothing but plunder.

This is a miserable country.

It's a pity that there is no other King Arthur who can sacrifice all his body and mind in exchange for peace in the country.

You can only follow the devil-like monarch step by step and sink together.

Ten years after leaving Britain, it was a beautiful day of sunshine.

Waking up again from a sleepless slumber, Mordred stood barefoot in front of the mirror and put on a red palace attire.

His hair hadn't been cut since he was exiled, and his not-so-soft hair was messy and wildly draped over his shoulders. His dark green eyes looked directly at his face in the mirror, which was clearly different from the King Arthur in his memory.

Thinking of King Arthur, he thought of the scabbard that he deliberately discarded for the Knights of the Round Table to get.

Father, no, he was an even match.

Even if Arthur dies, it must be by Mordred's sword.

With such malice, he sent back the scabbard after learning that the Knights of the Round Table were looking for the scabbard.

However, King Arthur rejected the scabbard with his own will.

Without any attachment, died in the late spring of Camelot.

After learning of the sudden national mourning held in Britain, Mordred sat in the empty high seat and silently covered his eyes with his palms.

That wasn't tears.

He will not shed tears for King Arthur.

But obviously it was very quiet here, he still wanted to find a quieter place to listen to the voice in his heart, but it was occupied by madness and killing, he couldn't hear or see what he wanted.

"King, do you want to attack Britain?"

The valet beside him suggested that Britain, which has not yet been comforted internally, is undoubtedly the best time to attack.

King Bei, who loves war as much as eating and drinking, shook his head and refused with an unprecedented calm expression.

"no need."

Mordred is nothing more than revenge for the loss of his father to admit that he wants to show his pain to Britain.

To him, Britain without Arthur was no different from an ordinary wasteland.

The ridiculous obsession of youth, the crazy belief of youth, he has not completed any of these things.

Only by constantly losing and letting go of things that cannot be grasped is the fate he deserves.

As if he had never seen it so clearly, Mordred realized for the first time that he had nothing but rights.

【I haven't gotten any love. 】

He has never experienced the love of his parents, the love of his friends, and the love of someone he cherishes.

That's why he fell to the deepest part in order to grasp this illusory thing, and in the end, he still couldn't get even a little bit of what he longed for.

Turning yourself into a ghost and being cursed by the people is just a further step into the abyss.

The brightest time that can be recalled is actually those years spent in the forest with Enkidu.

[But...but...he died by my sword. 】

He slew Enkidu, who smiled softly at him, on the hills of Camlan, and swiftly thrust his sword into his body.

And Enkidu only pierced his shoulder, restraining his mobility.

He would rather be killed at that moment without complaint or regret.

I also don't want things like "living" that people don't look like people and ghosts like ghosts now.

Without being rescued, he still lived numbly through the early springs and late winters, just because Enki didn't want him to die at that time.

In the fifth year after King Arthur's death, the lifespan of the artificial man also reached the end.

Mordred firmly grasped the armrest of the throne, the audience was empty, and there was a riot of rebels outside, but he had no strength to stop everything.

Taking advantage of others like this seemed to remind him of his past self.

The filthy and ridiculous humble king deserved what he deserved for falling into such a situation.

If he dies, the country should fall apart soon, and a country that relies on war machines to survive is itself wrong.

But until he died, he still couldn't think clearly about the problems that plagued him all his life.

[I can fulfill your wish. 】

Distant, the suppressive force from the combination of human consciousness makes such a sound.

[As long as you entrust me with your afterlife, I will give you a chance to realize your wish. 】

With a seductive and alluring voice, whispers that even demons can't refuse.

【Do you want to accept it? 】

The place where he woke up again changed from the royal palace to the Seat of Heroes.

I don't know how long it has passed... maybe a short moment.

He heard the man calling.

"Damage your eyes and rage your mind. One imprisoned by the bars of madness. I am the master of the chains."

Terminal, here we come.

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(merlin)

If he is human, he must be a person who has been burdened with many sins and unforgivable sins.

Merlin sighed like this more than once.

The hybrid produced by the combination of nightmares and humans sounds as dreamy and beautiful as a fairy tale, but unfortunately this is the real world. The combination of monsters and humans brings excellent performance but also has fatal flaws.

When did he first realize that he, who looks like a human being, has no ability to develop emotions.

Maybe it caused distress, but that was a long time ago.

Before that, he wants to tell a story about the king.

As a unique nightmare hybrid, Merlin has a pair of very special eyes. It cannot see the future clearly, but it can see the world clearly.

Therefore, the moment the combination of red dragon and human was born in his hands, he knew his fate.

Very tragic...and beautiful.

Merlin loves humans.

It's not just "love" in the simple sense.

Rather than loving human beings, it is better to say that I love the beautiful ending, like a dragon guarding gems, and I can't put it down. If someone who understands Merlin's essence hears this sentence, I am afraid that he will immediately laugh out loud.

At least King Uther couldn't see clearly the twisted existence under the magician's beautiful appearance, so he safely handed over his son to Merlin to find a caretaker.

Merlin did this without any deviation, and he, who had never planned to become Arthur's teacher before, agreed to King Uther's request to become Arthur's teacher for the first time.

If you keep following this designated route, you may indeed be able to see the beautiful future for Merlin.

However, there was a small error in the process.

Well, not a mistake, because a more interesting and beautiful creature appeared.

"Enkidu."

Responding to the call of miracles, the god-made weapons from the age of myth appeared in an era that should not have appeared.

And his reason for living in this world is actually to fulfill Arthur's wish.

Standing on the stone seat, the green-haired boy held the sword of Wang Xuan. At a certain moment, the magician actually hoped that he would pull out the sword in the stone.

So naive, with hidden hope, he exhaled the words of encouragement.

He just naively wondered whether the same person with the qualifications to choose the king would make the same choice after boarding the road of Shura.

There are actually very few special "substances" in this world.

Most of them spend their lives in an ordinary, chaotic way.

Whether it is a human being or a creature, living is also dying, but it is the inconspicuous cornerstone of all living beings.

There are only a handful of people like him, and if Arthur is included, he is not alone.But the red dragon created by him unknowingly sublimated into a more peculiar existence. Although he didn't want to admit it, Merlin did create an unaware saint.

It is more sinful than a "hero". A human being who can only be called a half-baked person actually takes human happiness as the measure of his own goals. It is obvious that Merlin just wants to create a qualified king, but he is too good to show up. It is as evil as a magician who has to watch such a king fall into the end.

Such special "substances", of course, include Enkidu.

From the purely appearance point of view, Enkidu definitely fits all of Merlin's aesthetics, even if all the magician's imaginations are piled up, it may not be possible to create an equally dazzling existence.

For the first time, the beauty-loving magician was not attracted by the beautiful appearance that could become a "miracle", but looked deeply at the ignorant soul inside.

They are the true kind.

Unlike King Arthur, who essentially has a human heart, they are truly the same being.

Therefore, he would be delighted by the approach of the divine creation, and couldn't help but be attracted by him. Merlin deeply knew that it was not the "love" produced by longing for feelings, but the desire to observe derived from long-term loneliness.

As I said before, Merlin is a creature without emotions.

His emotions are very different from others, although his appearance seems to be not much different from ordinary people.He can get along well with everyone, but because the other half of his blood comes from humans, he can look at problems from a human perspective, but the deeper state is the same as that of cold-blooded animals.

It does sound miserable, but it is quite an interesting thing for Merlin. Seeing the world with different eyes, losing his feelings is just an equivalent exchange.

He thought that Enki would be like him.

The peerless weapon shaped by the gods, it is incredible that the weapon can produce a soul, but the soul inside is too ignorant, like a newborn baby.

Beneath his gentle and elegant demeanor is a heart that is equivalent to a nightmare, no matter whether he smiles or is sad, it will not cause his heart to vibrate.

How similar, the son of nightmare and the weapon made by God.

Enkidu was supposed to be like a magician, standing on the sidelines, as long as he mechanically completed his mission.

However, he made such a decision.

Two people of the same kind who were supposed to cuddle up to each other, but each other was always struggling to leave, even though seeing through the many hardships that should not be borne at the end of this road, they still smiled and let go.

【"Maybe this is the difference between you and me."】

Standing on the edge of that dream, the magician silently looked at the stubborn and unyielding weapon, and made such a sound.

Even if they are consistent internally, they will gradually separate if they originally chose different directions, and they will never be able to overlap.

How foolish (dazzling) you are to have such foolish beliefs and want to be equal to the gods.

Changing the person who pays the price and turning himself into "Arthur" will happen naturally without Merlin's reminder.

The moment Merlin handed the Sword in the Stone to Enkidu, he actually understood what happened next.

However, even with a pair of eyes that can see cause and effect clearly, out of some human nature, it is a fluke to think that an omnipotent creature of God will not be so easily cursed by death.

"I contributed to your death."

Returning from Rome to the sea of ​​gold in Britain, the magician looked at the red-dyed clouds in the sky, and heard a voice in his chest that only he could hear.

The smile accumulated on his face was not an ordinary happy smile, but to fill the void in his heart. He leaned against the railing of the boat and lowered his head slightly.

Merlin is a nightmare that exists in reality in order to see a beautiful ending. Even though the process is different, he did get an extremely beautiful ending.

The happiness and satisfaction that should have come from the bottom of my heart never appeared.

At this moment, that person should return to that place.

A world full of "inhibition" can only be called a cage, wandering around for the next person's wish, and will never be free.

Merlin ruined his "freedom" with his own hands.

Just like this, it has nothing to do with him, and he naively thought that he could win.But he had already seen that, at the last moment, he would let go.

As a weapon, will you also pity a desperate soul?

It seems that they are indeed two different people.

Through the hesitant look that appeared at the moment of "clairvoyance", he wanted to touch those beautiful eyes with brilliance.

However, it was too far away, even if he used magic, he couldn't rush to the blood-stained hill at the critical moment of life and death.

The red long sword pierced through the soft body.

The spirit nucleus that maintains the existence of the heroic spirit was torn and shattered by Chi Lei into finely divided spirit particles.

The body standing upright fell into the mud.

Calmness was written on the face that should have regretted this mistake, and his gaze was in the air, as if he could see the immobile magician standing on the other side of the sea.

It was clearly the face of his disciple Arthur, but Merlin could easily see his true face, just like every time he stopped inside the container to stare at the noble and beautiful soul in the bud, he would not move his eyes for a long time.

"I seem to have done something wrong."

Strangely, he had no way of discovering what he had done wrong.

Such a troubled expression should not appear on the face of a magician who knows everything. He who should be cheerful and heartless with a smile seems to have cast a thin shadow.

But everything is irreparable, all beginnings and endings have converged into a complete plane, even nightmares cannot destroy it.

I don't know how many years have passed, so long ago that the history has moved, the star stone has moved, and Britain has split into several countries, but it did perish peacefully in a deep sleep just like Arthur's wish.

Meilin has traveled all over the mountains and rivers, traveled to countless regions, witnessed their history, turned them into stories and told others tirelessly.

At first it was a goblin, and after the goblin disappeared, it became a human being, a passing traveler, a fallen hero, and a frustrated guardian.

What he likes to tell most is the story of the king and his friends, the invincible king, the friends who are willing to sacrifice everything for him, and the last dusk of the doomsday.

He no longer assumes the responsibility of a teacher, and he does not intend to lead a disciple astray. He just tells his favorite stories and witnesses some beautiful scenery.

In the endless life span, these passing years are just a fleeting corner, and finally Merlin came to the Sea of ​​Stars, the beautiful garden called Avalon.

King Arthur, who was supposed to appear here, did not appear in this safe place of the soul. Melincha looked around unconsciously, and used magic to decorate this somewhat dilapidated garden with flowers.

"Just stop here."

Merlin replied muttering to himself.

This time, in this world line, he was not doing it for atonement, but just because he was tired and wanted to find a place to stop.

"Just wait here."

"Because sooner or later, I will see you again."

He said so firmly, with an expectant expression.

[Volume [-] The Eternal Light]