Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Loneliness

He sat beside her, held her hand, and for the first time since she had known him, he cried.

Bitter tears streamed down his face as his shoulders shook with quiet sobs.

She looked at him, trying to raise a hand to his cheek, but there was barely any strength left in her.

Noticing her struggle, he leaned down, and she gently wiped his tears with the back of her trembling fingers.

Her palm rested on his cheek.

"Don’t cry."

He couldn’t respond.

All he could do was squeeze her hand tighter.

"You’ve made smiled for me all these years. Can’t you do it one last time?"

His jaw clenched. His eyes shut tightly as he shook his head.

"....Please... don’t die...."

After she passed, there was no telling where—and when—she would reincarnate.

Their chances of meeting each other would be infinitely small.

Maybe this was truly their last moment together.

And yet, even as he wept, she felt warmth in her chest.

He cared about her much enough to cry for her, even though he always tried to act stronger than he really was.

"...This might’ve been my happiest life."

He froze. His eyes widened as he looked up at her.

"...What?"

She smiled softly.

Even though she hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, she didn’t regret them.

"I never told you about my past, did I?" she asked quietly. Her voice was raspy, but steady. "I could never fit in with the witches. My talent was so poor that I could never awaken, and my [Authority] was weak. To them, I was nothing but a blemish on the name of Witches."

He looked at her, unable to say anything.

His tears hadn’t stopped.

"I wasn’t welcome among mortals either," she continued, brushing his cheek with her thumb. "As a witch, they feared me. As a weak one, the witches ignored me. I didn’t belong anywhere."

He clutched her hand tighter.

"I was incredibly lonely."

She could feel how hard he was trying to hold everything together.

"I think... maybe that’s why I started the tavern. I thought if I created a place where people came and went, it would fill the void in my heart."

Her hand was damp with his tears.

She had always hated dying.

Not because she feared death, but because of the uncertainty that came after.

What sort of life would she be born into next?

Would she be abandoned by her parents? Would she suffer a disease? Would she be discovered and executed as a witch?

But this time was different.

This time, she hated dying because she didn’t want to let go of what she had now.

"You filled the emptiness in my heart," she said, mustering the brightest smile she could.

Her skin was wrinkled, her voice was worn, but she still wanted to be beautiful in his eyes.

She hoped he’d remember her like this. Like a beautiful warmth, not a sorrowful figure.

"M-Me too. I was happy with you," he said through tears.

His voice grew steadier, and determined.

"So next time... let’s open a bakery together. You like my cooking, right? I’ll bake sweets for you. So, Moraine, wait for—"

...

Moraine opened her eyes.

"It was that dream again," she murmured.

They were the last moments of her previous life.

She wondered what he was going to say before everything went dark.

Though, truthfully, she already had a good idea.

She smiled, then sighed.

It was impossible.

There was no way he could ever find her reincarnation.

She didn’t even know how many years had passed since her death, or what world this was now.

And perhaps, realizing this, he had already forgotten her, and moved on.

A selfish part of her hoped that wasn’t the case.

Even though if he remembered her, he would be struggling to find her, she still hoped he hadn’t forgotten her.

"He was always so dependent on me," she whispered, folding her hands across her chest. "But... I guess by now, he should’ve grown up. Decades, maybe centuries have passed. He would’ve moved on."

She smiled, but there was melancholy in it.

Everything around her—the voices, the whispers, the wind—it all fell into the background.

The man stood in the middle of the training ground, calm and composed.

His black hair.

His blood-red eyes.

His smile.

"...How?"

His face had a scar, but other than that it he looked the same as the last time.

He saw her then.

And when their eyes met, his smile brightened just a little.

He stepped forward.

"My lady," he said, bowing. "I defeated the other mercenaries, and I’ve proved my strength. If possible, I’d like to serve you as your personal knight."

The maid beside Moraine blinked, stunned. "W-Wait a moment. We haven’t even begun the test—"

"He’s accepted," Moraine said, cutting her off.

The maid turned to her, shocked. "But Miss—"

"You heard me. He’s my knight from today onward."

Her voice left no room for argument.

He stood, smiling at her again.

And though her heart was racing, she did her best to keep her expression calm.

The formalities that followed were tedious.

Assigning a personal knight came with a mountain of paperwork and protocol.

There were forms to sign, permissions to stamp, names to register.

The steward of the house insisted on verifying the mercenary’s background, but Moraine cut the questions short.

She had no patience for their procedures today.

By evening, everything was settled.

He was officially her personal knight. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

When they entered her room, she closed the door quietly behind them.

Then her shoulders began to shake.

"My Lady?" he asked.