Chapter 237: Your Exchange
Time began to pass. Seraph and Fiona bought a carriage for the journey back to the village.
The horse was weak, and Fiona lay in the carriage, driving along the road.
Seraph sat at the front of the carriage, the sun shining down on it.
The weather was extremely hot. Seraph sat calmly, his face expressionless, staring at the tree-lined road.
[After leaving Pograras Village for several days]
Seraph thought of Fiona's farewell, embracing Shuni.
With tears of a man's parting, the tears flowed uncontrollably.
Fiona hugged Shuni, who was crying. "Hey... don't cry. This is a farewell that we'll meet again someday."
Shunni hugged Fiona. "Big sister, you're a wonderful example." So someday I'll be just like my sister. Oh, come on...
The two parted in tears, with Shuni's right eye still covered with a blindfold.
Seraph didn't dare look at Phalen, who was staring at him with intense resentment.
Seraph was a little flustered. [Don't look at me. I'm not wrong. So, your sister likes that. I just gave it to her based on my feelings of luck.]
Phalen pulled Shuni away. "Enough, Shuni. How long are you going to cry? I wish you could cry like this for me."
Fiona tried to wipe away her tears, opened her arms, ready to hug Phalen goodbye.
Standing still, her eyes filled with resentment at being woken up so early in the morning, Phalen raised a hand to block her.
Preventing Fiona from approaching.
"No need. Let's go."
Fiona's cheeks puffed up. "You're so cruel. My dear friend is leaving. Why are you doing this?"
Fiona turned and walked towards the carriage, her right hand raised to wave goodbye.
"Then, next time, Let's celebrate later. Bye...
Seraph bowed his head in thanks and followed Fiona.
Back in the present, Seraph had been on a long journey.
Seraph, who was riding in the carriage, breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the natural surroundings.
[Finally, I'm going home. All this chaos and chaos has led to chaos, and now it's over.
I'll never leave the village again.]
Time began to pass. Fiona talked to Seraph, bragging intently about her own history of battles.
Seraph longed for peace and quiet, but all he could hear was Fiona's voice.
"Like this, and it saved me. How's that for my fascinating history?"
Seraph nodded. "Excellent. I didn't think it would be this big of a deal."
Fiona began to tell another story, with Seraph listening intently.
Seraph listened helplessly. It was better than traveling with anyone. I didn't know what would happen next.
[According to the history of battles, the enemy was powerful, but you made yourself... At a disadvantage?
Has your brain gone awry? Seeing that your enemy only had one arm, you cut off both of your own arms to put yourself at a disadvantage.
The enemy had used up all of his energy, so you drank poison and used all of your energy to destroy the surroundings.
The enemy had no legs, so you cut off your own legs to ensure a level-playing battle.
Who taught this unusual child? A genius who could put you at a disadvantage in a situation where you could have an advantage?]
Time began to pass, and Fiona's battle history was recorded.
Day and night alternated, and we reached our destination.
Seraph rode in a carriage with Fiona sitting beside him.
Fiona stood up, pretending to show off, arms outstretched excitedly.
"Looks like we've arrived. Welcome to Gollen Village."
Seraph looked at Fiona's face, still cheerful. He saw the large Gollen Village sign, marking the entrance.
Seraph took a deep breath. [We're here. I didn't see anything wrong, did I? This really is Gollen Village!]
Seraph was overjoyed. People were walking around, and travelers
had entered Gollen Village.
The people looked radiant.
Seraph got into a carriage and parked it at the entrance, with Fiona waiting for him to come down.
Seraph landed on the ground, a touching surface that felt like nostalgia.
Fiona waved to Seraph, her cheerfulness still lingering in the sunlight.
"Oray, oray, oray! This way! This way! Come on, Seraph! This way!"
Fiona shouted, calling Seraph to her, her shout drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd.
The surrounding crowd looked at Fiona, who was overjoyed.
Seraph walked towards her, his expression calm and slightly embarrassed.
[Why are you shouting? You're so close. Stop! I'm embarrassing everyone here.]
Seraph approached Fiona, who was waving happily.
Fiona placed a hand on Seraph's shoulder. "Congratulations! We've reached the destination of our dreams!"
Seraph was taken aback by Fiona's words. His eyes widened.
Seraph's head slowly lifted to look at the sign with the village name written above.
Seraph looked at the sign, and his face slowly began to look upwards.
Beyond the sign, something was floating in mid-air.
It was something that looked like a shadow of a person, floating in the sky.
The distance was immense. Seraph's heart was beating wildly.
[What is this feeling?...
It felt like something was waking up.
Something he wanted...
Something that felt like a dream...
Dream, dream, dream...?
What did I forget?]
Seraph seemed to remember something.
Amidst the people walking by, Fiona patted Seraph on the shoulder, excited.
Seraph looked at something floating in the sky.
It was a dark, shadowy figure, but he knew for sure:
It was the shape of a woman.
Somewhere in the dark basement, the woman who had given Seraph the white scissors.
The one who was teleported by the magic lamp's power.
The closed eyes slowly opened, as if sensing something.
The most bizarre place, impossible to discern. A level 9 magic lamp, placed on the floor, was pitch-black.
He spoke like this: "It seems the trade-off for teleportation is summoning demons to that place."
The magic lamp faced a certain direction. "And the trade-off for a woman who wanted to travel back in time, what price would it cost?
What will come? What disaster will befall?
The reward for this so-called wish is equal. I will not accept a loss.
In this world, nothing comes for free. That wish would erase that place."
At Golen Village, Seraph continued to look up at the sky.
Because his eyes were staring with a special gaze, as if he didn't want to look away.
The people walking by He was walking and began to fall to the ground. Thud!
One villager looked at his friend and another fell to the ground. Thud!
A merchant was about to pay a customer. His body fell to the ground. Thud!
The villager fell to the ground. Nothing could stop him from collapsing. Thud! Thud!
Everyone fell. Fiona, who had been smiling, threw herself forward and fell to the ground. Phew! Thud!
Fiona lay on the ground and lost consciousness.
At Serenity High School, Principal Abel
was sitting at the principal's desk, finishing up a project. He soon collapsed to the ground. Thud!
His face was buried in a pile of documents.
In the classroom, many children were sitting and studying.
They all collapsed onto their desks. The teacher, who was teaching, had fainted.
In the special class, Seria, who was sitting with his chin on his hand, looked at the teacher, who was teaching, bored.
Nothing exciting happened. [Irritability. Anger at nothing. What the hell is this?]
Seria, like a child, felt anger build up and fainted alongside Zenon, who was sitting at the table next to her. Thud!
Somewhere in the room of Master Tenshin, she had fainted.
The Master was sleeping.
Somewhere in the treasure room, the old woman guarding the treasure room had her eyes wide with shock.
Old woman Vivian's heart trembled rapidly. The pressure felt like hell had descended upon her.
Old woman Vivian's breathing was so rapid that she couldn't hide her fear.
"What the hell is this? Is there such a being?"
Old woman Vivian could feel the fear so intense that her feet couldn't move.