我和审审厨房激情性事

Chapter 302 Confliction...

"Why did you return!? You were meant to live!"

Another bandit cried.

*SLASH*

Jalil rushed in, "STOP! STOP THIS AT ONCE!"

*SLASH*

Now, only one bandit remained in front of Lyrian. The last one he cut splattered blood all into his eyes, turning his guard off slightly.

After wiping the blood, he looked at his stained hands as a shiver suddenly ran down his spine.

"Damn it! I was too late!" Jalil leaped in and thrust his blade into Lyrian's shoulder.

Somehow, Lyrian got distracted just enough for the blade to actually pierce his skin...

At that moment, he reconnected to reality and quickly took the dagger out of his shoulder.

With a kick, Jalil was sent flying into one of the huts nearby. He crashed as sticks fell onto him.

Clutching his shoulder, Lyrian walked to Jalil with a slightly irritated expression on his face.

He readied his obsidian blade, which was dripping in blood, and faced Jalil.

"Don't kill him! He has done nothing wrong!" 

The other bandit yelled from afar, "Let him go! Kill me instead!" He began walking closer.

Lyrian turned to look past his shoulder as he heard this. "Nothing wrong?" He muttered.

"Yes! He is new... he hasn't killed anyone. He has a heart..."

Lyrian looked at Jalil again, who was panting heavily, his heart pounding out of his chest as he stared at Lyrian's ruthless eyes.

"A bandit with heart?"

"He's doing this for his family! That's right! He has a family, a wife, and a daughter as well. Spare him, please!"

The young lizardman couldn't speak the tongue that these humans were speaking, but he could understand what was going on nonetheless.

It was clear to see that the human clothed in black was begging for the life of his companion, who was also clothed in black.

Since he was observing from the very start, the lizardman knew the situation quite well.

It was an exhilarating and scary predicament that he and his entire village was in.

Lyrian then looked at his wound. 'How was I stabbed? Oh... that's right... this guy.' He stared at Jalil's helpless eyes.

'I'm surprised that I lost focus that much in a battle like this. It isn't normal... it's almost like an outside source contributed to that. Fate, maybe?' He mused confusedly.

The pain of the wound jolted through his entire body, reminding him of the monsters that these bandits most likely were.

The pain that they had caused many other people. He felt there was no shred of doubt in his mind. He was going to kill every one of the bandits.

'Who knows if he is lying or not... how could a bandit not kill?' Lyrian mused, 'But... why do I find myself questioning myself?'

At that moment, Lyrian's brain felt like it froze. He realized that he wasn't moving forward with what he thought he wanted to do, which was to kill the bandit in front of him.

He felt an odd feeling in some corner of his cornerless mind that he had forgotten the feeling of. Or maybe, he had never felt it before.

What was it? How did it feel? It felt like a powerful sea drifting toward a fortified wall...

At that instant, Lyrian felt as though he was teleported to the scene.

The ocean crashed into the wall many times, shaking it each time, but not infiltrating.

"And series of dangerous waves..." His gaze switched to the wall, "And a wall of protection."

At that moment, he looked around and noticed that land had formed around the massive ocean. 

It had never been an ocean. He realized that all it was, was a vast lake.

He was then able to look over the fortified wall to see the large village on the other side.

This other side surprised him slightly. He saw dry, cracked land. Dead trees. Starving, skinny people that resembled living skeletons.

Not a shred of grass, and not an ounce of water. Dead bodies lay on the ground, of women, kids, and men.

It was a drought...

At that moment, Lyrian looked at the fortified wall once again. Now, instead of a wall of protection, it had become a dam of destruction.

Then, he realized what this feeling that he suddenly felt was. It was... confliction.

He felt himself reentering his body, as he looked at Jalil. His reality felt as though it had been flipped on its head because he felt conflicted about what he wanted to do for the first time in a situation like this.

He didn't know why, but his body turned around. 

*SLASH*

The head of the other bandit fell onto the floor and rolled to Jalil's feet.

'I would never spare him...' Lyrian mused, yet his back was faced to the bandit.

"Leave... before I change my mind."

Jalil paused and stared at the back of Lyrian's head for a while longer.

"Th--" He began to stand, "Thank you..." Before running away outside of the village.

Lyrian then looked at his bloody hand again, and then at the several stakes with heads on them in the middle of the village.

At that moment, a young lizardman slid by him, picking up the several heads lying on the floor.

He rushed over to the spears and stabbed each head onto them. Out of the 15, 14 were filled.

"You missed one!" His father exclaimed angrily, suddenly arriving at the scene.

"I'm sorry, father!"

"You won't make him satisfied! Find the last head to complete this peace offering to the powerful being!"

"But father... I can't..."

"What!? Why not!?" The large lizardman began looking around to see if he could find the head himself.

"Because he let that one go."

At that moment, the father of the young lizardman froze. 

"Wh-what? That demonic being... let one go?"

Both of them stared at the boy as he walked off.