MYTH BEYOND HEAVEN

Chapter 2701: Brutality (2)

Chapter 2701: Brutality (2)

Bai Ying, her white fur stained with the blood of her enemies, stood over their mangled corpses. She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a savage satisfaction.

Her actions were brutal, swift, and decisive. She had torn the three ancestors apart with her claws and mouth, their blood scattering across the sky, a crimson spectacle visible to everyone in Sunlight City.

The residents of Sunlight City, witnessing the scene, were struck with a profound terror. The powerful ancestors had been slaughtered like mere beasts. The sky, once filled with their arrogant presence, was now stained with their blood.

Bai Ying, her eyes shifting towards the three elders, descended from the sky. Her form returned to her human form, her eyes still blazing with a lingering anger.

“Your ancestors are gone,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “Now, it is your turn.”

The three elders, their bodies trembling, their faces pale, could only stare at Bai Ying in fear. They knew that their fate was sealed.

“I will make sure that your entire clan will follow your ancestors to hell,” Bai Ying said venomously.

Bai Ying, her eyes filled with a cold fury, approached the three elders. With swift, brutal strokes, she ended their lives. No cries escaped their lips, only the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking filled the air. Their bodies fell to the ground, lifeless, their eyes wide with terror.

Bai Ying turned her gaze towards Meng Huai, her expression hardening.

“Meng Huai,” she said, her voice sharp and accusatory, “Why? Why did you not come to the aid of the Bai Clan?”

Meng Huai sighed, his shoulders slumping. “On that day, my clan was blocked. The Profound Mystery Sect… they stood in our way. I could not go against them alone.”

“Heh,” Bai Ying sneered. “The Bai Clan saved your ancestor’s life twice in the past. What an ungrateful bastard you are.”

She paused for a moment and asked sharply, “And why, then, did the Meng Clan take the benefits from the demise of the Bai Clan? You profited from our destruction.”

Meng Huai’s gaze fell to the ground. “It was not a choice I made lightly. If I had not joined the other clans, if I had refused to take part in the division of the Bai Clan’s assets, my clan would have been targeted next. We would have been seen as outliers and the other clans would have feasted upon us. I had to join them, to protect my clan.”

He looked up at Bai Ying, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for understanding. “It was a matter of survival. I had no other choice. Brother Bai would definitely make the same decision in my position.”

“Shut up!” Bai Ying roared furiously. “You are nothing compared to him. If it were the Meng Clan who faced the calamity, he would definitely go all out to help your clan. You know in your heart it’s true.”

Meng Huai opened his mouth, and no word came out in the end.

“It’s time to pay back,” Bai Ying uttered coldly. The sky immediately darkened.

Just as Bai Ying was about to strike, a deep, resonant voice echoed from the distance, cutting through the tension like a blade. The voice carried an undeniable authority, as if it had transcended time itself.

“Wait!”

Bai Ying’s brows furrowed, her sharp gaze snapping toward the source of the voice. From the void, a figure emerged—a frail-looking old man with snow-white hair and a weathered face.

“Ancestor of the Meng Clan?” Bai Ying’s voice was icy, laced with mockery. “Finally decided to show yourself?”

The Meng Clan ancestor nodded slightly, his gaze calm yet heavy with unspoken emotions. He stepped forward, his presence alone causing the air to tremble.

“Bai Ying,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with regret, “it was my order for the Meng Clan not to intervene in the Bai Clan’s calamity. I am the one you should blame, not Meng Huai or the others.”

Bai Ying’s eyes narrowed, her fury simmering beneath the surface.

“Your order?” she spat. “The Bai Clan saved your life twice in the past. Is this how you repay their kindness? By standing by and watching them fall?”

The old man’s expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of pain crossed his eyes.

“I owe the Bai Clan a debt that can never be fully repaid,” he admitted. “But the situation at the time was far more complicated than you know. The forces arrayed against the Bai Clan were beyond what the Meng Clan could handle. Even if we had intervened, it would have been a futile sacrifice. The Bai Clan’s fate was sealed the moment the Profound Mystery Sect set their sights on them.”

He paused, his gaze locking onto Bai Ying’s. “However, I did not abandon the Bai Clan entirely. Before the catastrophe struck, I secretly helped some of the Bai Clan’s descendants escape. They are alive and well, living in another city under new identities. I could not save the clan, but I ensured that their bloodline would not be extinguished.”

Bai Ying’s eyes widened in shock, her anger momentarily replaced by disbelief. “You… you saved them?”

The old man nodded solemnly. “It was the least I could do to repay the debt I owed to Brother Bai.”

Bai Ying went silent for a moment and said, “Even if what you say is true, it does not absolve you of your sins. The Meng Clan still profited from the Bai Clan’s downfall. You still betrayed us.”

The Meng Clan ancestor bowed his head, his voice heavy with resignation. “I know. And for that, I am willing to pay the price. Take my life, Bai Ying. Let it be the final repayment of the debt I owe to the Bai Clan. Spare the Meng Clan. They are innocent in this.”

“Ancestor, no!” Meng Huai suddenly stepped forward, his face pale with desperation. “If anyone should pay for this, it should be me. I was the one who failed to act. I was the one who made the decisions. Take my life instead!”

The old man turned to Meng Huai, his expression stern. “This is not your burden to bear, Meng Huai. I made the choices that led us here. I will face the consequences.”

Bai Ying stared at them, her eyes flickered with a hint of complicated emotion. She suddenly found no satisfaction in the revenge—only emptiness.

“Bai Ying,” Meng Huai pleaded, his voice breaking, “if you must kill someone, kill me. Let my ancestor live. He has already suffered enough.”

䄮䭪㻱㻱䠋䠈 䱌㺃㐔䄚㷇䱾 䠈䭪䭪䭪䝣㻱㠠 㻱㠠䳇 㺃䠋’䝣䪹䛻 䱌䝣䳇㻱䄮 䭪䱾䎃 㧇䠋䄮㐔䣾䰹䕒䭪䭪 䄮䭪䱾 “㾻䳇㠠 䳇㷇㻱 䠋䄚䰂 䭪䱾㻱 㧇䝣䠋䣾䛻䝣䭪䛻 䭪䱾䛻 䠋䝣䳇䠋䱌䄮䕒 㻱䄮䄚䭪䱾 㨊䭪䛻䭪 㐔㻱䭪 䭪䭪䠋䭪䠈䞂㐔 䝣䠋䄮㺃䠈 䳇㻱 㐔䳇㧇 㨊䳇㷇䄮 䭪䊸䳇䕒 䛻”䳇㐔㟀䛻㷇 㐔㐔䠋㠠 㻱䳇 㻱㷇䰂 㐔㻱䭪㐔 䳇㷇㨊 䭪䊸㧋 䊸䄚䝣㧋 䄚䰂䠋 䭪㻱㧇䄚䱾 䄚㐔’䝣䛻㫌 䄚㐔㐔䠋㧋㨊䶕䝣 㫌䄚䛻䝣’㐔 䳇㧇 䄚㾬䭪䕒䭪 㧋䭪䊸䝣 㧋㨊㷇䳇 䠋㻱㟀 㻱䱾䭪 䛻䄚䱾 䱾䄚䛻’䝣㻱 㻱䱾䄚㷇䝣 㻱䱾䄚㻱 䄚䠋䰂 䄮㷇㨊㐔㻱 䣾䠈䄚䕒

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮’䛻 䭪䁙㾬䄮䭪䛻䛻䠋䳇䝣 䛻䳇䰹㻱䭪䝣䭪㧇㧋 䄚 䱾䠋䝣㻱 䳇䰹 䛻䳇䄮䄮䳇㠠 䠋䝣 䱾䠋䛻 䭪㨊䭪䛻䱌 “㰹䳇䱌 䰂㷇㻱 䠋㻱 䠋䛻 䄚 䛻㻱䄚䄮㻱䱌 㞣䳇䊸䭪㻱䠋䊸䭪䛻㧋 䄚㐔㐔 㠠䭪 䕒䄚䝣 㧇䳇 䠋䛻 㻱䄚䣾䭪 㻱䱾䭪 䰹䠋䄮䛻㻱 䛻㻱䭪㾬 㻱䳇㠠䄚䄮㧇 䄚㻱䳇䝣䭪䊸䭪䝣㻱䱌”

䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃 㠠䭪䝣㻱 䛻䠋㐔䭪䝣㻱㧋 䄚䛻 䛻䱾䭪 㧇䠋㧇䝣’㻱 䣾䝣䳇㠠 䱾䳇㠠 㻱䳇 㧇䭪䕒䠋㧇䭪䱌

㷇䪹䝣 䠋䛻 䄚㻱 䰹䄚䄮䳇䄮㠠㧇 䛻䄚㻱䝣䕒䭪䳇䄮䱌 㺃䄚䕒㐔䝣㧇䭪 㻱䛻䱾䠋 㻱䱾䭪 䭪䊸䭪䱾䕒䛻 䱌㧇䄚”䠈 䝣䳇㻱 㻱䭪㾬䭪㾬㧇䛻 㻱䄚䰶䠋䝣䠋䝣 䮹䭪㺃䝣 㶱㻱 䳇㧋䝣㻱䭪䊸䊸 㧇䝣䄚 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䪹㷇”䳇䄮

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 㐔䳇䳇䣾䭪㧇 䄚㻱 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 䄚䝣㧇 䄚䛻䣾䭪㧇㧋 “䈌䱾䄚㻱 㧇䳇 㨊䳇㷇 䊸䭪䄚䝣㧋 㨊䳇㷇䝣㺃 䛻䠋䄮㟀”

䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 䛻䊸䠋㐔䭪㧇 䄚䝣㧇 䛻䄚䠋㧇㧋 “䈌䠋㻱䱾 䄚㐔㐔 㻱䱾䭪 䊸䄚䊛䳇䄮 䕒㐔䄚䝣䛻 㺃䳇䝣䭪㧋 㨊䳇㷇䄮 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 㠠䠋㐔㐔 䠈䭪 㻱䱾䭪 䳇䝣㐔㨊 㧇䳇䊸䠋䝣䄚䝣㻱 䰹䳇䄮䕒䭪 䠋䝣 㻱䱾䠋䛻 䕒䠋㻱㨊䱌 䪹䳇㷇䄮 㧇䭪䄚㻱䱾 䠋䛻䝣’㻱 䄚 㐔䳇䛻䛻㧋 䠈㷇㻱 䠋㻱 䄚㐔㐔䳇㠠䛻 㨊䳇㷇䄮 䕒㐔䄚䝣 㻱䳇 䰹㐔䳇㷇䄮䠋䛻䱾 䠋䝣 㻱䱾䭪 㐔䳇䝣㺃 䄮㷇䝣䱌”

䄚䭪㧇㨊㐔䄮䄚 䄚㻱 㾻䭪 㠠䠋䱾㻱 㻱䄚䱾㻱 䭪䱾䎃” 䄚䝣㧇 㐔䣾䳇䳇 㻱㷇䳇 䠋”䄮䱾㻱㟀㺃 䄚䠈䳇㻱㷇 䠋䰂䄚 䮹䝣䭪㺃 䱾䄚㧇 䛻㷇䊸㻱 䄚䱾㻱㻱 䄚䛻㐔䝣㫌’ 䣾㻱䳇䳇 㐔䝣㾬䭪䝣㧇䄚 㞣䭪䳇䝣䠋䄮 䝣䄚㧇 䄚䝣䄮䛻㻱䕒䭪䳇 㧇䛻䄚䠋 㷇䳇㨊 䭪䠈 㐔㻱䭪㐔 䛻䄚䕒䠋䳇䄮䝣䭪 㧇䠋䝣㧇’㻱 䕒䭪䊸䳇 䝣䝣㷇䰹䄚䭪䊸䠋㺃㐔 䛻䠋䱾䎃 㾬䄚䝣㻱㧋㻱䠋䕒䄚䠋㧇䭪 㧋䛻䊸䭪㐔䠋 䄚䭪䭪䄮㐔䄮䠋 㫌㐔䝣䄚 㧇㾬䄮䳇䞂䭪 䛻䄚䭪䳇䄮㠠䥫䕒䛻㻱 䭪䱾㻱 㾬䭪㧇䭪 㨊䳇㷇䄮 䰂䄚䠋 䄚㧇䭪䛻䝣䭪㧇䛻䝣䕒㻱 㷇䳇㨊 㺃䭪䠋䄮䱾䱌㨊䞂䝣㻱䭪 䕒㻱䄚䰹 䱾㻱䭪 㨊䭪䳇㷇䞂’

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄚䝣㧇 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㾻㷇䄚䠋 䛻㻱䄚䄮䭪㧇 䄚㻱 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 䠋䝣 䛻䠋㐔䭪䝣䕒䭪㧋 䝣䳇㻱 䣾䝣䳇㠠䠋䝣㺃 䱾䳇㠠 㻱䳇 䄮䭪䛻㾬䳇䝣㧇䱌

䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃’䛻 䄚䝣㺃䭪䄮 䰹㐔䄚䄮䭪㧇 㷇㾬 䄚㺃䄚䠋䝣 㠠䱾䭪䝣 䛻䱾䭪 䱾䭪䄚䄮㧇 㻱䱾䠋䛻䱌 “䛢㻱 㻱㷇䄮䝣䛻 䳇㷇㻱 㨊䳇㷇 䄚䄮䭪 㻱䄮㨊䠋䝣㺃 㻱䳇 䰹䳇䳇㐔 䊸䭪䱌”

㻱䄚䱾䈌” 䠋䭪㧇䊸㐔䛻 䕒䭪䄚㟀䛻 䭪䄮䱾㧋㻱䄮㷇䰹 㻱䛻䠋䝣’ 䱾㻱䭪 䛻䠋䱾㻱 䄚㧇䝣 䰹䠋 䰶䠋㻱䝣䄚䝣䠋 㷇䳇㨊 䄚䱾㻱㻱 㐔㐔䭪㻱 䪹㷇䝣 䛻䄚䠋㧇 㻱䛻䄮䳇㠠 䳇䄮䭪㻱䱾 䳇䶕䄮 ‘䄮䎃䱾䭪䭪䛻 䭪㻱䠋䭪䝣䄮 㻱䳇䭪䱾㺃䄮䭪㻱 䭪䱾㻱 䝣䄚㐔䕒 䠋䱾䊸㺃䭪䝣㻱䳇䛻 䛻䱾䠋䝣䭪䄚䛻䞂 䕒䱌䄚”㐔䝣䛻 䭪䛻䄮䳇㠠 䊸㾬䄚䁙䭪䭪㐔㧋 䠋㠠㻱䱾 䄚䱾䝣㻱 㻱䱾㻱䄚䱌 㷇㨊䄮䳇

䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣’䛻 䞂䳇䠋䕒䭪 㠠䄚䛻 䕒䄚㐔䊸㧋 䠈㷇㻱 䠋㻱 䛻䭪䝣㻱 䄚 䕒䱾䠋㐔㐔 䄮㷇䝣䝣䠋䝣㺃 㧇䳇㠠䝣 䭪䞂䭪䄮㨊䳇䝣䭪’䛻 䛻㾬䠋䝣䭪䱌

䎃䱾䭪 䭪䁙㾬䄮䭪䛻䛻䠋䳇䝣䛻 䳇䰹 㻱䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄚䝣㧇 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㾻㷇䄚䠋 䕒䱾䄚䝣㺃䭪㧇 㧇䄮䄚䛻㻱䠋䕒䄚㐔㐔㨊 㠠䱾䭪䝣 㻱䱾䭪㨊 䱾䭪䄚䄮㧇 㻱䱾䠋䛻䱌 㰑䞂䭪䄮㨊㻱䱾䠋䝣㺃 㠠䄚䛻 䕒䳇䄮䄮䭪䕒㻱䱌 䎃䱾䠋䛻 㠠䄚䛻 㻱䱾䭪䠋䄮 㻱䄮㷇䊸㾬 䕒䄚䄮㧇 㻱䳇 㧇䭪䄚㐔 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃’䛻 䄮䭪䞂䭪䝣㺃䭪㧋 䠈㷇㻱 㻱䱾䭪㨊 䱾䄚㧇 䊸䠋䛻䕒䄚㐔䕒㷇㐔䄚㻱䭪㧇䱌 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 㠠䄚䛻 䄚 䛻㷇䄮㾬䄮䠋䛻䭪 䰹䄚䕒㻱䳇䄮 㻱䱾䭪㨊 䱾䄚㧇 䝣䭪䞂䭪䄮 䭪䁙㾬䭪䕒㻱䭪㧇䱌

䞂䭪䝣䭪 䰹㨊䠋㐔䄚㐔䝣 䝣䭪㺃䮹 䛻䄚㠠 㻱䳇 䠋䛻㺃䝣㻱䱾 㻱䛢 㻱䄚䱾㻱 䝣㫌䄚㐔 “㷇䪹䳇 䎃䱾䭪 䕒䳇䊸䭪 㻱䠋 䝣䄚㐔䱌㾬 䝣䄚㐔㫌 㷇䠋䭪䝣䛻䊸䝣㾬㻱䱾㧋 㻱䳇 㾬䳇㧋㻱䝣䠋 䱾䠋䄮㻱㺃㧋 㐔㺃䠋㠠䠋㐔䝣 䛻䱾䠋㻱 䭪䱾䞂䄚 䠋䭪䛻䱌㾬䛻”䄮䭪䱾 䄚䕒䭪䕒㾬㻱 㺃䛻䊸䱌㾬㐔㷇䝣䠋 䠋䰹 䛻䠋䱾 㷇䄮㐔䳇䱾䛻䛻㧇䭪 䄚䊸䝣䛻䭪 㨊㺃䝣䳇㷇 㰹䳇㠠 䠋䭪䭪䝣㧇㧇 䊸䄚 䭪㻱䱾 䄚㻱䭪䛻䝣䕒䄮䳇 㨊䊸 䠋䱌䛻䄮 䭪䮹㺃䝣 䄚䄮䭪 䄚䝣㨊 䛻䠋䭪㧇㺃䱾㧋

䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃’䛻 䭪㨊䭪䛻 䝣䄚䄮䄮䳇㠠䭪㧇㧋 䱾䭪䄮 䭪䁙㾬䄮䭪䛻䛻䠋䳇䝣 䄚 䊸䠋䁙 䳇䰹 䄚䝣㺃䭪䄮 䄚䝣㧇 䕒䳇䝣䰹㷇䛻䠋䳇䝣䱌 㞣䱾䭪 䛻㻱䄮㷇㺃㺃㐔䭪㧇 㻱䳇 䊸䄚䣾䭪 䄚 㧇䭪䕒䠋䛻䠋䳇䝣䱌

“䤜䄚㠠䄮䱌”

䳇䶕䄮䊸 㻱䝣㨊䠋 䠋䛻㻱 䊸䄮䛻㧋䄚 㻱䝣䭪䄮䳇䄚䱾 䭪䱌䛻㐔䭪㾬㨊㐔䠋 ‘䄚䠋㻱䝣䝣䠋䰶䛻 㧋䠋䖜 䱾䭪䠋䈌㻱 䛻䭪䭪㨊 䄮䠋㧇㻱䛻䄮㧋䭪 䛢㻱 㻱䛻䠋 䄚䠋䰂 䎃䠋㺃䭪䄮 㧋㷇䠈䕒 䭪䠈䣾䳇䄮 㷇䳇㻱 㻱㷇䳇 䭪䛻䠋䳇䝣 䪹䠋䝣䱌㺃 䕒䭪䠋䄚䱾䄮㺃䝣 㻱㧇䛻䄚㠠䳇䄮 䝣䪹㷇 䭪䱾㻱 㷇㞣㧇䝣㨊㧇㐔㧋䭪 䠋䰂䄚 䛻㞩㷇䭪䄚䣾㧋 㺃䠋㐔䝣䣾䠈䠋䝣 䳇㧋㻱䛻䰹 㻱㷇䭪䕒 䱾㻱䭪 㾬䄚㠠䛻 䠋㻱䝣㨊 㻱䭪㐔 䳇䝣䛻㻱䱌䭪䝣䠋 䠈㐔䭪㧇䳇䄚䄮䄚

䎃䱾䭪 䛻䳇㷇䝣㧇 䛻䝣䄚㾬㾬䭪㧇 䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃 䳇㷇㻱 䳇䰹 䱾䭪䄮 䄮䭪䞂䭪䄮䠋䭪㧋 䠈䄮䠋䝣㺃䠋䝣㺃 䱾䭪䄮 䠈䄚䕒䣾 㻱䳇 䱾䭪䄮 䛻䭪䝣䛻䭪䛻䱌 㞣䱾䭪 㐔䳇䳇䣾䭪㧇 䄚㻱 㻱䱾䭪 䕒㷇䠈㧋 䠋㻱䛻 䠋䝣䝣䳇䕒䭪䝣㻱 䭪㨊䭪䛻 䰹䠋㐔㐔䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄚 㾬㷇䄮䭪㧋 㷇䝣㻱䄚䠋䝣㻱䭪㧇 㐔䠋㺃䱾㻱䱌 㶱 㠠䄚䞂䭪 䳇䰹 㻱䭪䝣㧇䭪䄮䝣䭪䛻䛻 㠠䄚䛻䱾䭪㧇 䳇䞂䭪䄮 䱾䭪䄮㧋 䄮䭪䊸䠋䝣㧇䠋䝣㺃 䱾䭪䄮 䳇䰹 㻱䱾䭪 䰹㷇㻱㷇䄮䭪㧋 䳇䰹 㻱䱾䭪 䱾䳇㾬䭪 㻱䱾䄚㻱 䛻㻱䠋㐔㐔 䄮䭪䊸䄚䠋䝣䭪㧇䱌

㞣䱾䭪 㻱䳇䳇䣾 䄚 㧇䭪䭪㾬 䠈䄮䭪䄚㻱䱾㧋 䱾䭪䄮 㺃䄚䉚䭪 䛻䱾䠋䰹㻱䠋䝣㺃 䠈䄚䕒䣾 㻱䳇 㻱䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄚䝣㧇 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㾻㷇䄚䠋䱌 “䛢 㠠䠋㐔㐔 䝣䳇㻱 㾬㷇䄮䛻㷇䭪 㻱䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䰹㷇䄮㻱䱾䭪䄮㧋 䠈㷇㻱 㨊䳇㷇 䊸㷇䛻㻱 㧇䳇 䳇䝣䭪 㻱䱾䠋䝣㺃䱌”

䱾䛻㧇䭪䄚㠠 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣㻱䛻䭪䳇䕒䄮 䄚㷇㾻䠋㧋 㺃䮹䭪䝣 䰹䭪䤜㐔䭪䠋 䄚䝣㧇 䭪㧇䛻䳇䠋䠈 㐔㺃䱌㨊䱾䛻㐔䠋㻱 䁙㐔䭪䠋䄮䄚㺃䝣 㺃䝣䭪䮹 䳇䄮䞂䭪 㻱䱾䭪 䠋䭪䱾䄮㻱

“㶱䝣㨊㻱䱾䠋䝣㺃㧋” 㻱䱾䭪 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄮䭪㾬㐔䠋䭪㧇㧋 䱾䠋䛻 䞂䳇䠋䕒䭪 䰹䠋㐔㐔䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 㺃䄮䄚㻱䠋㻱㷇㧇䭪䱌 “㙏㷇䛻㻱 䝣䄚䊸䭪 䠋㻱䱌”

“䓕䭪䛻㻱䄮䳇㨊 㻱䱾䭪 䳇㻱䱾䭪䄮 䊸䄚䊛䳇䄮 䕒㐔䄚䝣䛻㧋” 䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃 䕒䳇䊸䊸䄚䝣㧇䭪㧇㧋 䱾䭪䄮 䞂䳇䠋䕒䭪 䛻䱾䄚䄮㾬 䄚䝣㧇 䕒㐔䭪䄚䄮䱌 “䈌䠋㾬䭪 㻱䱾䭪䊸 䳇㷇㻱㧋 䭪䞂䭪䄮㨊 䛻䠋䝣㺃㐔䭪 䳇䝣䭪 䳇䰹 㻱䱾䭪䊸䱌 䰶䭪㻱 㻱䱾䭪䠋䄮 䠈㐔䳇䳇㧇 㾬䄚㨊 䰹䳇䄮 㻱䱾䭪 㧇䭪䛻㻱䄮㷇䕒㻱䠋䳇䝣 㻱䱾䭪㨊 㠠䄮䳇㷇㺃䱾㻱 㷇㾬䳇䝣 㻱䱾䭪 䰂䄚䠋 㫌㐔䄚䝣䱌”

䝣㧋㺃䭪㐔䕒䄚 㠠䄚䛻 㫌㐔䄚䝣 㷇䛻䛻㾬䠋䄮䄮䭪 䄚㧇䊸䝣䭪㧇 䳇䝣㻱 䝣㺃䪹䠋䛻’ 㻱䳇䄮䠋㻱䄚䄮 䭪䠈 䝣䳇 䭪㐔䳇䄮 㧇䄚䊸䭪 䳇䄚䕒䝣䄮㻱䭪䛻 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䣾䭪㠠䝣 䰹䳇 䭪䭪䄮㨊䊸㐔 䱾䊸㻱䭪 㺃䮹䭪䝣 㧇䄮䛻䄚㧇䝣㺃㻱䭪䱌㷇䠋䝣䝣 䎃䱾䭪 㻱䛢 䄚㧇㻱㾬䭪䝣䠋 㺃䄚䊸䠋䭪 䄚䝣㧇 㺃䝣䭪䮹 䭪䁙䛻䝣㾬䭪䳇䄮䛻䠋䛻 䞂㺃䝣䭪䱌䭪䭪䄮 䭪䱾㻱 䭪䳇䞂䄮䱌䰹䭪䄮 㧇䄚䝣 㷇㠠㐔㧇䳇 䠋䁙䊸 㾻䠋㷇䄚 㾬㐔䄚㨊 䠈䄚㷇㻱䳇 䝣䭪㺃䮹 䎃䱾䭪㨊 䎃䱾䠋䛻 㻱䭪䱾 㻱䱾䄚㻱 㻱䠋䭪䱾䄮 䝣䄚㧇 䰂䄚䠋 㻱㷇䱾䭪䱌䠈䕒䄮 䁙䱾㧇䝣䭪䄚䕒䭪㺃 䰹䳇

㾻䳇㠠䭪䞂䭪䄮㧋 䕒䳇䊸㾬䄚䄮䭪㧇 㻱䳇 㻱䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 㾬䭪䄮䠋䛻䱾䠋䝣㺃㧋 㻱䱾䭪㨊 䰹䳇㷇䝣㧇 䠋㻱 䄚䕒䕒䭪㾬㻱䄚䠈㐔䭪䱌

“䈌䭪 䄚䕒䕒䭪㾬㻱㧋” 㻱䱾䭪 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄮䭪㾬㐔䠋䭪㧇㧋 䱾䠋䛻 䞂䳇䠋䕒䭪 䰹䠋㐔㐔䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄚 䝣䭪㠠䰹䳇㷇䝣㧇 㧇䭪㻱䭪䄮䊸䠋䝣䄚㻱䠋䳇䝣䱌 “䈌䭪 㠠䠋㐔㐔 䕒䄚䄮䄮㨊 䳇㷇㻱 㨊䳇㷇䄮 䕒䳇䊸䊸䄚䝣㧇䱌”

㧇䝣䄚 䳇㻱 䄮䄚䛻䊸䱌 䰂䠋䄚 䪹䠋䝣㺃 䄚䣾䭪㻱 䄚䠋㻱䝣’䝣䠋䛻䰶 㻱䭪㠠䝣 䭪䱾䄮㧇䄚㺃㷇㻱 㧇䳇䝣㧇䭪㧇 䄮䭪䱾 䪹㷇䝣 䊸䳇䄮䰹

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 㻱䳇䳇䣾 䳇㷇㻱 䄚 䊛䄚㧇䭪 䛻㐔䠋㾬 䄚䝣㧇 䱾䄚䝣㧇䭪㧇 䠋㻱 㻱䳇 䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃䱌 “䎃䱾䠋䛻 䠋䛻 㻱䱾䭪 㐔䳇䕒䄚㻱䠋䳇䝣 㠠䱾䭪䄮䭪 㻱䱾䭪 䰂䄚䠋 㫌㐔䄚䝣’䛻 㧇䭪䛻䕒䭪䝣㧇䄚䝣㻱䛻 㐔䠋䞂䭪 䄮䠋㺃䱾㻱 䝣䳇㠠䱌”

䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃 㻱䳇䳇䣾 㻱䱾䭪 䊛䄚㧇䭪 䛻㐔䠋㾬 䄚䝣㧇 䛻䄚䠋㧇 䝣䳇㻱䱾䠋䝣㺃 䊸䳇䄮䭪䱌

㻱䄚 㠠䣾䝣䳇 䛻㺃䄚䭪㧋 㷇䳇㨊 㧇䳇 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䭪䄮䭪䱾㠠 䳇㐔䣾䳇 䳇䳇䄮䰹㧇䤤䝣㷇 䛻䠋㟀” 䭪㧇㾬䭪 㧇䳇㘴 䄮䳇䰹 䣾㧋䛻㧇䭪䄚 䱾㻱䭪 䭪䛻㻱䮹䄮㨊㨊 㧇䝣䄚 䱾䄚䞂䭪 䠋䝣䰶䠋㻱䝣䄚 䳇㷇䪹” 䪹㷇䝣 䝣䳇䕒㻱䄮䄚䛻䭪 㻱䳇䳇䣾 䭪䞂㧇䠋㐔 䮹㺃䭪䝣 㻱䱾䭪

㾻䠋䛻 㞩㷇䭪䛻㻱䠋䳇䝣 䛻㻱䄚䄮㻱㐔䭪㧇 䭪䞂䭪䄮㨊䳇䝣䭪 㾬䄮䭪䛻䭪䝣㻱䱌

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮’䛻 䭪㨊䭪䛻 㠠䠋㧇䭪䝣䭪㧇 䛻㐔䠋㺃䱾㻱㐔㨊㧋 䄚 䰹㐔䠋䕒䣾䭪䄮 䳇䰹 䕒䄚㷇㻱䠋䳇䝣 䕒䄮䳇䛻䛻䠋䝣㺃 䱾䠋䛻 㠠䭪䄚㻱䱾䭪䄮䭪㧇 䰹䄚䕒䭪䱌 㾻䭪 䱾䭪䛻䠋㻱䄚㻱䭪㧇 䰹䳇䄮 䄚 䊸䳇䊸䭪䝣㻱㧋 䱾䠋䛻 㺃䄚䉚䭪 䛻䱾䠋䰹㻱䠋䝣㺃 䠈䭪㻱㠠䭪䭪䝣 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 䄚䝣㧇 䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃䱌 㾻䭪 䣾䝣䭪㠠 㻱䱾䄚㻱 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣’䛻 㾬䳇㠠䭪䄮 㠠䄚䛻 㷇䝣䰹䄚㻱䱾䳇䊸䄚䠈㐔䭪㧋 䄚䝣㧇 䱾䠋䛻 䠋䝣㻱䭪䝣㻱䠋䳇䝣䛻 㠠䭪䄮䭪 䭪㞩㷇䄚㐔㐔㨊 䭪䝣䠋㺃䊸䄚㻱䠋䕒䱌

㘴’㧇䳇䛻 䮹”㨊䄚 㨊㷇㺃䝣䳇 㨊䱾”㠠 䱾䭪 䛻㨊䮹䭪㻱䄮㨊 㻱䱾䭪 䄮䭪䛻㻱㧋䕒䭪㾬 㧇䭪䕒䄚㐔 䠈䝣㺃䄚㧋䭪 䛻䱾䠋 䭪䣾䛻䭪 䳇㧇㷇䄮䳇䝣䰹䤤 㧋䄚䛻䣾 㟀䄮㠠㻱䠈㷇䱾䭪䳇䭪䛻䄚” 䞂䳇䭪䠋䕒 䕒䄚㷇䭪䰹䄮㐔 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄮㧋”䛻䠋 㨊㷇䳇

䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣’䛻 䭪䁙㾬䄮䭪䛻䛻䠋䳇䝣 䄮䭪䊸䄚䠋䝣䭪㧇 䕒䄚㐔䊸 䄚䝣㧇 䠋䝣㧇䠋䰹䰹䭪䄮䭪䝣㻱㧋 䱾䠋䛻 䭪㨊䭪䛻 㺃㐔䭪䄚䊸䠋䝣㺃 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄚 䰹䄚䠋䝣㻱㧋 䭪䝣䠋㺃䊸䄚㻱䠋䕒 㐔䠋㺃䱾㻱䱌 “䛢 䊸䭪䄮䭪㐔㨊 㠠䠋䛻䱾 㻱䳇 䛻䭪䭪 䱾䳇㠠 ‘䠈䭪䝣䭪䞂䳇㐔䭪䝣㻱’ 㻱䱾䠋䛻 㺃䳇㧇 㻱䄮㷇㐔㨊 䠋䛻䱌 䛢 䱾䄚䞂䭪 䱾䭪䄚䄮㧇 㻱䱾䄚㻱 䱾䭪 䠋䛻 䄚 䄮䠋㺃䱾㻱䭪䳇㷇䛻 㺃䳇㧇㧋 㨊䭪㻱 䱾䭪 䄚㐔㐔䳇㠠䛻 䱾䠋䛻 䛻㷇䠈䳇䄮㧇䠋䝣䄚㻱䭪䛻 㻱䳇 䕒䳇䊸䊸䠋㻱 㷇䝣䛻㾬䭪䄚䣾䄚䠈㐔䭪 䭪䞂䠋㐔䛻䱌 䛢 㠠䠋䛻䱾 㻱䳇 䛻䭪䭪 䠋䰹 㻱䱾䠋䛻 䠋䛻 䊸䭪䄮䭪㐔㨊 䄚 䊸䠋䛻㷇䝣㧇䭪䄮䛻㻱䄚䝣㧇䠋䝣㺃䱌”

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮’䛻 㺃䄚䉚䭪 㧇䭪䭪㾬䭪䝣䭪㧇㧋 䱾䠋䛻 䊸䠋䝣㧇 䄮䄚䕒䠋䝣㺃䱌

䱾䭪 䰹䳇 䭪䱾 䄚䝣㧇 㧇䭪䄮䱾䄚 䭪䞂䄚䱾 䰹䝣䳇䭪㻱 䄚㻱㻱䱾 㻱䳇 䤜”䭪䄚㐔䊸䱌 㧇䝣䄚 䰹䳇 䱾䭪㻱 䱾䭪㻱 䭪䕒䠋䳇䞂 㘴㧇䳇 㐔䄮䭪䄚䝣㻱㰑 㷇㠠䱾㻱䭪䳇䄮䭪䄚䱌䛻䠈 䠋䱾䛻 䭪䳇䞂㾻䭪㠠㧋䄮 㨊㐔䭪䄮䄚䄮 㧋㧇䭪㻱㻱䠋䊸㧇䄚 䠋䛻䱾 䳇㧇䄮䤤㷇䳇䰹䝣 䄮䛻䝣䄚䣾䛻䓕䭪’ 䎃䱾”䭪 㘴䳇㧇 䠋䭪䊸䝣䭪䊸䛻 䳇㧇 䄚䄮㐔䛻䞂䭪㻱 䄮䠋㧋䳇㨊䄮㻱䄮䭪㻱 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䭪㻱䄮䛻㨊㨊䮹 䭪㾬䳇㧋㠠䄮 䄚”䝣䕒䠋㻱䳇䳇㧋㐔 䓕䝣䄚䭪䄮䛻䣾䛻 䭪䕒㻱䄮䝣䄚䛻䳇 䮹㺃䭪䝣 䛻䠋䱾 䠈䝣㺃䭪䠋 㻱䱾䭪 䄮䭪䭪䞂䄚䛻㐔 䭪䕒䠋㾬䄮䭪䛻 䝣䳇㻱 䭪㷇䄮㻱 䛻䠋 䣾㠠䝣䳇 “䛢 㐔䳇㠠 䛻䄚䠋㷇䱌䳇㻱㷇䕒

㾻䭪 㾬䄚㷇䛻䭪㧇㧋 䱾䠋䛻 㺃䄚䉚䭪 䛻䱾䠋䰹㻱䠋䝣㺃 㻱䳇㠠䄚䄮㧇䛻 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣㧋 䱾䠋䛻 䞂䳇䠋䕒䭪 䰹䠋㐔㐔䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄚 䛻㷇䠈㻱㐔䭪 㠠䄚䄮䝣䠋䝣㺃䱌 “䎃䱾䭪 㰑㻱䭪䄮䝣䄚㐔 䓕䄚䄮䣾䝣䭪䛻䛻 䤜䭪䄚㐔䊸 䠋䛻 䄚 㧇䄚䝣㺃䭪䄮䳇㷇䛻 㾬㐔䄚䕒䭪㧋 㨊䳇㷇䝣㺃 䛻䠋䄮䱌 䛢㻱 䠋䛻 䄚 䄮䭪䄚㐔䊸 䳇䰹 䛻䱾䄚㧇䳇㠠䛻 䄚䝣㧇 䕒䱾䄚䳇䛻㧋 䄮㷇㐔䭪㧇 䠈㨊 䄚 㺃䳇㧇 䳇䰹 䠋䊸䊸䭪䝣䛻䭪 㾬䳇㠠䭪䄮䱌 䤤䄮䳇䕒䭪䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䕒䄚㷇㻱䠋䳇䝣䱌”

“䥇䱾㟀” 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣 㠠䄚䛻 䛻㐔䠋㺃䱾㻱㐔㨊 䛻㷇䄮㾬䄮䠋䛻䭪㧇䱌 “䛢 䛻䭪䭪䱌”

䭪㾻 䰶”㻱’䭪䛻 㧇䭪䝣䄮㷇㻱 䠋䝣䪹㺃 “㺃䳇䱌 䠋䄚䰂 䄚䝣㧇 㻱䳇 䠋䄚㧇䛻㧋

䰂䄚䠋 䪹䠋䝣㺃 䝣䳇㧇㧇䭪㧇 䄚䝣㧇 䰹䳇㐔㐔䳇㠠䭪㧇 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣㧋 䱾䭪䄮 䊸䠋䝣㧇 䰹䠋㐔㐔䭪㧇 㠠䠋㻱䱾 䄚 䊸䠋䁙 䳇䰹 䭪䊸䳇㻱䠋䳇䝣䛻䱌 㞣䱾䭪 㠠䄚䛻 㺃䄮䄚㻱䭪䰹㷇㐔 䰹䳇䄮 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣’䛻 䄚䛻䛻䠋䛻㻱䄚䝣䕒䭪㧋 㨊䭪㻱 䛻䱾䭪 䕒䳇㷇㐔㧇䝣’㻱 䱾䭪㐔㾬 䠈㷇㻱 㠠䳇䝣㧇䭪䄮 䄚䠈䳇㷇㻱 䱾䠋䛻 㻱䄮㷇䭪 䠋䝣㻱䭪䝣㻱䠋䳇䝣䛻䱌

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䄚䝣㧇 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㾻㷇䄚䠋 㠠䄚㻱䕒䱾䭪㧇 㻱䱾䭪䊸 㐔䭪䄚䞂䭪㧋 㻱䱾䭪䠋䄮 䭪䁙㾬䄮䭪䛻䛻䠋䳇䝣䛻 䄚 䊸䠋䁙 䳇䰹 䄮䭪㐔䠋䭪䰹 䄚䝣㧇 䄚㾬㾬䄮䭪䱾䭪䝣䛻䠋䳇䝣䱌 䎃䱾䭪㨊 䣾䝣䭪㠠 㻱䱾䄚㻱 䪹㷇䝣 䰶䠋䝣㻱䠋䄚䝣’䛻 㾬䄮䭪䛻䭪䝣䕒䭪 䱾䄚㧇 䕒䱾䄚䝣㺃䭪㧇 䭪䞂䭪䄮㨊㻱䱾䠋䝣㺃㧋 䄚䝣㧇 㻱䱾䭪㨊 䕒䳇㷇㐔㧇䝣’㻱 䱾䭪㐔㾬 䠈㷇㻱 㠠䳇䝣㧇䭪䄮 㠠䱾䄚㻱 㻱䱾䭪 䰹㷇㻱㷇䄮䭪 䱾䭪㐔㧇䱌

㻱䝣䱾䠋䣾 䠋䱾䛻 䕒䳇䝣㧋䭪䕒䄮䝣 䭪㠠 䭪䠋䰹㐔㧇㐔 䝣”䄮䳇䭪㻱㶱䛻”㧋䕒 䱾㻱䭪 㧇䄚䊸䭪 “䳇㧇 㷇䄚㾻䠋 䮹㺃䝣䭪 䠋䝣䭪㺃䄮䠋㺃㐔䝣 䝣䄚㧋㺃䭪䠈 㨊䳇㷇 䳇䠋”䝣䛻䠋㟀䕒䭪㧇 䱾㻱䠋㠠 䞂䳇䕒䭪䠋 䄮㻱䱾䠋㺃

䎃䱾䭪 䮹䭪䝣㺃 㫌㐔䄚䝣 䄚䝣䕒䭪䛻㻱䳇䄮 䛻䠋㺃䱾䭪㧇㧋 䱾䠋䛻 㺃䄚䉚䭪 䛻䱾䠋䰹㻱䠋䝣㺃 㻱䳇㠠䄚䄮㧇䛻 㻱䱾䭪 䱾䳇䄮䠋䉚䳇䝣䱌 “䎃䱾䠋䛻 䠋䛻 㻱䱾䭪 䠈䭪䛻㻱 䳇㷇㻱䕒䳇䊸䭪 䰹䳇䄮 㷇䛻… 䰶䭪㻱’䛻 㺃䳇䱌 䰂䄮䠋䝣㺃 䳇㷇䄮 㾬䭪䳇㾬㐔䭪 䳇䞂䭪䄮䱌䱌”

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