章節 132: Chapter 56. The Reasons For Being Called Hope
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I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 56. The Reasons For Being Called Hope
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The Lord's grace is profound, and His mercy is eternal.
Jeanne never doubted this, even when those she saved abandoned her, or when she was burned alive.
But Laeticia had doubts.
The Lord saves everything, but those children were not saved in life and were bound by hell in death. Are they not worthy of salvation?
If everything they went through was a test from the Lord, why did these children not even get the chance to be tested?
For Laeticia, the world is beautiful. Her classmates are kind, and the nuns who teach them are always helping others. The nuns always say that all of this is bestowed by the Lord, but… why?
Jeanne, a devout believer, followed the Lord's revelations, transforming from a simple village girl into a saint. She endured countless trials to save her country, staining her hands with blood. Yet, her end was betrayal by her own country.
Is this also a test from the Lord?
[Does the Lord truly exist in this world?]
Jeanne's heart echoed thoughts that should not have arisen. She knew these were not her own thoughts but those of this body—a naive teenage girl.
In the past, she would have firmly declared that the Lord exists! But now, after witnessing that hell, Jeanne didn't know how to respond to Laeticia.
Those children were abandoned before birth, so even the Lord could not save them. Yet, after death, the Lord still did not save them. Those pure and innocent souls drifted in that hell and eventually became evil spirits. As a devoted follower of the Lord, all Jeanne could do was eliminate them.
For those children, is the Lord truly hope?
"Will those children… be happy?" Atalanta asked as she hugged Cyd from behind, burying her face in Cyd's back and speaking in a muffled voice.
"Yes, they will surely be happy. That person really loves them," Cyd replied with a gentle smile.
From the moment Cyd saw Reiko Rikudou, he knew that she genuinely loved Jack and would do anything for her. Though he didn't know what she had been through, he knew that from this moment on, she would live more actively than anyone else, more passionately pursuing a happy life to give "Jack" love.
"Though it might be tough."
"Will they really meet again?"
"Yes, don't underestimate their bond," Cyd patted Atalanta's back, "They will definitely meet again. This damn world has given them only misfortune; it's time to grant them their small wish."
"What if… what if they encounter misfortune again?" Atalanta tightened her embrace around Cyd.
This world is so unfair; no one can predict what tomorrow will bring. Those who are unfortunate can only drift along with the current. Reika Rikudou is like this, and Jack's vengeful spirit is the same. It's not that they didn't try; it's that the world doesn't even give them a chance.
One person had their parents taken away and their family collapse in childhood, ending up like this, while another didn't even get the chance to be born. For them, each other is the last warmth in this damned world.
If the world wants to take away even this last warmth…
"Then I will save them again," Cyd said, his lips curling into a smile. "Although I can't save everyone, and I can't make promises, I will do my best to be by their side."
[That's why he is called hope…]
Laeticia clasped her hands and gazed at Cyd's back.
He is human, not an omnipotent deity. He cannot make declarations of universal happiness or free everyone from suffering. What he can do is save those before him. Yet he does not stop; as long as you haven't given up and are still struggling, he will eventually come to your side. Until then, please continue to struggle with hope.
If he still exists in this world, if he hasn't gone to Tartarus, his immortal self will someday make this world like the small but happy world beside her. Jack's tragedy might not happen again.
Perhaps, compared to the elusive Lord, this Hero of Pure White, though imperfect, can better improve this world.
Because he exists, he is the reason for the unfortunate to struggle with hope, not a fantasy of saving everything.
"Thank you," Atalanta released Cyd but still clung to his clothes, as if afraid he might disappear at any moment.
"Unexpectedly honest," Cyd raised an eyebrow and bent down to touch the faint shadow beneath his feet. "Medusa, could you help?"
"What is it?" The shadow slowly expanded, its color deepening, and a small head emerged.
"Please take these ordinary people down," Cyd gently touched Medusa's face.
"Was the woman from earlier included?" Medusa tilted her head.
"Yes, please," Cyd nodded.
"I understand," Medusa rose from Cyd's shadow, and dozens of giant serpents emerged from beneath her feet, binding the unconscious ordinary people.
Laeticia pressed her pale face against the wall. As an ordinary high school girl, she couldn't handle the cold, sticky, and slimy serpents.
"Really exaggerating. She looks so cute," Cyd ruffled Medusa's head.
"Sorry, I'm a bit…" Laeticia quickly closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the abundance of snakes.
"It's okay," Medusa scratched Cyd's hand and directed the snakes to drag the ordinary people towards the hole Cyd had opened. "You… will come back, right?"
Looking at Medusa's eerie eyes, Cyd gave a thumbs-up.
"Yes, I will definitely come back!"
"Liar," Medusa huffed softly, "But I will wait for you, whether the end is the world's end or not."
"Sorry," Cyd lowered his gaze.
"I believe in you," Medusa stood on tiptoe and touched Cyd's forehead. Before Cyd could respond, she left with the snakes.
"Are the snakes… gone?"
"Yes," Cyd touched his forehead. "Didn't we agree not to appear in the Holy Grail War? What is Jeanne doing?"
"Please don't blame Miss Jeanne. I insisted on taking back the body," Laeticia approached Cyd, her violet eyes sparkling as if with light. "Because I want to stay by your side."
"A confession?" Cyd tilted his head.
"!" Atalanta peeked out from behind Cyd.
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" Laeticia, realizing what she had said, blushed and waved her hands frantically, stumbling over her words. "It's just… that… I want to watch Mr. Cyd."
Atalanta narrowed her eyes.
"Ah, I see," Cyd sighed and placed his hand on Laeticia's head. "Girls your age are like this. Believe me, that's not love, and don't let this feeling turn into love."
"No, that's not what I meant…" Laeticia, pale and flustered, tried to explain. Whether it was admiration, respect, or some other feeling, she had spoken these words instinctively, and she couldn't articulate it clearly.
In the end, she was unable to explain successfully.
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