Chapter 22: Never Remember…

Chapter 22: Never Remember...

<Never, remember it.>

This is both a concern and a warning. A lot of effort had been made. So much effort, immeasurable and unmemorable; if the soul has a form, that form is broken into pieces and powdered. There is just one conclusion I have reached.

'It' cannot be exposed to existence.

Among the creation myths of the creator God Aegis, there is a passage like this in different versions from the northern Liechten region.

[It is destruction, an irreversible disaster, defined by necessity and heading to morality, seething like hell, and thus coming the darkness, it is a name --. You cannot call it.]

Now I know too.

What is the darkness which boils and looms like hell, defined as destruction and chaos, all heading for mortality...The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

But we got caught.

I couldn't run.

We will be destroyed by something that cannot be named, defined or exists.

In return for trying to turn back from mortality, I once again force death on --.

Again and again, dozens and hundreds of times.

This world is a world where everyone is expected to die, and it is a hopeless one.

Now there is only one way left.

Pushing out the world of knowledge, something that cannot be specifically written about or defined.

Can I really do this, having failed so many times?

Is it possible for everyone to never think of it?

If I recall it in any way, it probably means that this destruction will be repeated again. It is born just by recalling it and gets stronger when paid attention to.

And I have no idea what this is. What record holds this.

To Arma Cruz.

Arma Cruz.



"..."

When I came to my senses, I was lying face down in this uncomfortable position with pillows propped in front of me with the instinct that something went wrong.

Even with my poor skills, I think I succeeded in <Self-hypnosis>...

"What does this mean?"

I stared at the messy piece of writing I had just completed, feeling overwhelmed. If anyone found out about the circumstances surrounding my writing, I feared my entire school life would be in jeopardy.

My mind was buzzing, possibly due to the lingering effects of a muscle relaxant, but there were no specific symptoms. Instead, a headache was settling in---a warning of sorts.

No, it wasn't just a headache; it was a warning that intensified the closer I came to grasping a complete concept.

Knock.

"Arma Cruz? Cadet?"

Enoch, standing outside, seemed to have noticed my presence and called out. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating my next move, then cleared my throat and responded.

"Come in."

Enoch gently pushed the door of the hospital room, entering quietly as if wanting to meet me face-to-face this time. The shuffle of his steps suggested he might have been lingering outside for a while, having heard the sound.

"How are you feeling?"

The peculiar thing about Dylan was that, while he easily opened up to everyone, he didn't really give off a friendly vibe.

I didn't feel uneasy or stressed when Dylan spoke to me like this. But as for whether I could talk to Dylan first...

Could it be that his position as the class prefect, always doing things right, unconsciously made us keep a distance?

"But what about that myth?"

"Ah. It bothered me during the trial. I declared that I was an atheist in front of many."

"Indeed. You did."

Though he didn't seem to trust me, Dylan nodded and didn't ask anything more. His smile softened, revealing dimples, and his intimidating aura lessened.

"It's up to you, Cadet Arma Cruz, who you trust, but it's best if you don't move around this much."

"Yes. I'll be in soon."

"Right."

I nodded slightly to greet Dylan and quickly selected the Liechten version of many creation myths from the library, then headed back to the hospital.

"If you have anything concerning..."

At that moment, Dylan shouted at me as I walked away. Strangely, it had a long and lingering tone, almost like a whale.

I waved my hand in response without even looking.

'It's like he can see right through.'

Though the encounter was unexpected, I returned to the hospital sooner. The person following me didn't mention anything about the small deviation, perhaps because I wasn't going to be shaken by such things.

The moment I stepped into the hospital wing, I made a hand signal, stood in front of the door, and prepared to endure a long, boring time.

-Flutter.

I quickly headed to the bed and began searching through the creation myth.

The cadets who borrowed the creation myth from the academy didn't seem bad. The fact that the book had been there for quite some time and was in good condition proved it.

Eventually, I opened the page I wanted without showing any hesitation.

'There it is.'

A phrase starting with 'it is destruction, an irreversible disaster' was clearly stamped there. This page, unlike the others, was adorned with a red border, indicating a warning, while black symbolized darkness.

Not only is it eerie that it's only black and red, but it's also quite symbolic that the border is decorated with skulls.

I closed the page.

"Damn it."

I can assure you that, among the creation myths I, a fairly good cadet, have ever learned, something like this never existed.

If there was a class to learn something like Yvonne from the North, it would be in the Black Lily class,not the Wooden Cross class.

Even under hypnosis, is it possible to accurately write down the contents of a copy I've never seen?

With this, the expectation that the blasphemous scenery I saw was a complete delusion was removed one step after another.

'I cannot let anyone know...'

And that is where all the problems started.

If what I saw is now a lie, I have to keep quiet about this being that is born just from being remembered and gets stronger with more attention. Right, just like a 'taboo.'

In other words, it also means that I need to solve all this on my own, against some distant being that I can't even guess.