Regret With All Your Might (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 130

“Get away! The temple is burning!”

“Good heavens. Did you see that one’s eyes? They’re green! Of all the audacity—what is this place to them!”

It had already been several decades ago, but even now, whenever Jerun closed his eyes, the scene remained vividly clear.

His own nation of Lowell, corrupted and collapsed by indulgence and greed, and people like himself who had scrambled only to save their own lives. And the scorn of the imperial nobles who had effortlessly absorbed Lowell.

The color of his eyes, once a source of pride, had become an object of contempt. It was the same wherever he went. After years of wandering, he had fled in terror into this valley, as if running for his life.

In this uninhabited place, Jerun built a ‘home,’ however crudely, and struggled to reclaim the daily routine he had lost.

When morning came, he swept the yard, and when it was time, he ate. Habitually offering prayers, night would fall. Then, closing and opening his eyes, morning would come again.

A remote ‘home’ no one ever visited. Days passed as he shivered from sheer loneliness.

He had prayed countless times for someone in the same plight as himself to come—but no one ever did.

Hope and expectation grew worn. It was a time when he was forgetting everything—even his prayers and his service to the god as a healer.

“Are… are you there?”

“Who… is it? Je… nya?”

The first visitor to this ‘home’ was a junior healer who had served with him at the temple. Terrified by her pregnancy, she clung to Jerun and burst into tears as if finally releasing her tension.

From then on, Jerun began praying again—to Lowina. Meanwhile, Jeya left the ‘home’ with the child she had borne. But Jerun was no longer alone.

For after that woman, descendants of Lowell occasionally came to the ‘home.’ It was exceedingly rare, but not entirely unheard of.

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