The Endless Shuttle

Bell raised his head, his eyes filled with wood.

"No, it's definitely not false!" He cried and snarled: "I saw it with my own eyes! My friend died in the war, the desperate eyes of those people who were slaughtered by the ruler! After the Petrograd armed uprising, my shoulder After a bullet, I almost died. It was Paul who took care of me for three months. How could it be false! Impossible!"

"Bell Cronney."

Rope whispered Bell's name.

Bell was stunned.

"Remember who gave you your name?"

"grandfather……"

"Remember where you lived in your childhood?"

"Remote mountain village..."

"Then why are you staying away from the mountain village where you were born and raising you, and set foot on the road alone?"

"Find encounters in the dungeon...become a hero..."

The white-haired and red-eyed boy muttered, his expression seemed to cry and laugh.

"It turned out to be so, I forgot..." Bell murmured: "I came into contact with Lord God's book, and then entered the world...Bull or the revolutionary comrades, they are all illusory."

Looking at Bell Cronney who recalled his true self, Rope nodded.

He didn't send Bell into the world of the book to create a neurosis, and the fun of the devil was not in this.

After a long silence, Bell sat on the ground all the time.

"Is there anything I want to say? How do the decades in the world feel like in the book?"

"It sucks..."

Bell lowered his eyes and said in an old-fashioned tone.

"Poor class, oppression and insult, in that world, only the proletarian revolution still has a trace of warmth...the crimson that is enough to make people fascinated, for which they can strive for the fulfilling goal of a lifetime."

"So, do you understand what a hero is?"

"……understood."

Bell looked at the blue sky and said.

"It is the hero who can truly liberate the people, the hero of the people. How naive I was before, looking forward to the dawn of hero Tan, but forgetting the truth of this world, and only wanting to be an adventurer..."

There are landlords in his village and servants of the nobles of the kingdom to collect rent.

Bell hated them very much, but only hated them, and had no other thoughts.

After all, when he was a child, he was fascinated by the words of his grandfather's dungeon maze, and he didn't put his sight on those little things at all.

After decades of illusion in the book, he understood.

The real heroes are not those shining shining beings, but the anonymous people who are down to earth, fighting for all the proletarian people.

Just like his best friend, Paul Kochakin.

"Just understand."

Rope took off his hood and asked with a smile.

"We have arrived at Eulerie, Bell, do you want to go into the city with me?"

Bell Cronney looked up at the majestic city.

It is strange that the city that once made me excited just by hearing its name has no feelings anymore.

Bell even felt that he didn't belong there.

The life of swinging on a train with a Mauser rifle in his hand belongs to him.

He stood up, looked at Eulerie again, and said.

"No need, Lord God..."

Bell entangled the package a little bit.

"I don't belong there, and my heroic wishes should not be fulfilled there either."

There was a certain light shining in his red pupils.

"The most precious thing of a person is life, and life belongs to a person only once. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction; this way When he was dying, he was able to say "My entire life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world-the struggle for the liberation of mankind." "

Bell Cronney turned and prepared to leave.

He made his own heroic decision.

Suddenly, the white-haired and red-eyed boy paused, turning his head to show that it was similar to a few days ago, but with a different pure smile.

"Master Rope, I am very grateful for you to show me the true path. Really, thank you very much. I wonder if your book can be given to me?"

"Give you."

Rope smiled and threw the book over.

"But that book is already an ordinary book, and it won't have any magical powers anymore."

"Well, I know, I just want to keep a memorial."

Bell placed the book carefully next to his body.

"Even if it is false, so I can get Paul's power... and always remember his glorious life."

"One more thing for you at the end. Bell, go on."

Bell turned his head and reached out to take what Rope had thrown away.

Then, he smiled very brightly.

"You are really a miraculous Lord God, I just lack this..."

That is a bottle of vodka in glass.

Bell remembered the soldiers who squatted in a shack with him during the war.

With simple smiles, they invited themselves to drink drinks that weren't good.