Summoners War: Only I Summoned Divine Beasts - Chapter 1343

Capítulo 1343: Forgiving Oneself

“You useless brat!” A kick landed on 8-year-old Nathan.

“Gah!” Nathan clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his eyes. He coughed a few times. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

His father looked at him as if he were some trash. He glared at him for a few seconds as Nathan kept apologizing. Only then did he stop.

“Hmph.” His father snorted and walked back to the couch before sleeping.

“…” Nathan gritted his teeth. His body was shaking as he got up and staggered across the room, reaching the fridge.

He tried to look for food, but there was nothing but cans of beer.

Nathan bit his lip while looking around the house. He wondered if there was anything left to eat.

From what he saw, there was a small biscuit that hadn’t been eaten along with some crumbs. Nathan could only eat this biscuit and gathered all the crumbs.

Still, he was too hungry. Sadly, he couldn’t find any more food in the house.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, he saw someone dropping a plastic bag outside. He noticed some brands related to food on it. So, he waited until the person returned to his house before scavenging for food.

As expected, he got it. There were still some pieces and crumbs. In fact, he noticed there was a chicken wing that hadn’t been cleaned up.

Nathan bit his lip and took it out. With tears streaming down his eyes, he just stuffed everything in his mouth, getting everything he could to fill up his belly.

It was disgusting. Eating it made him want to vomit. In addition, the kick to his stomach earlier was hurting badly.

After he was done, he simply returned to the house and stuffed the rest with water.

Once he was done, he returned to his room before collapsing to the front, his hands continuously clutching his stomach.

‘I’m going to survive. I want…’ Nathan bit his lips. The only relief he had in this house was his mind.

He imagined a lot of things, such as getting adopted by a family and getting his belly full. He would adventure across the country, not having to worry about anything.

His imagination was endless, just for the sake of comforting himself.

When he managed to trick his father and imprison him, he thought he could finally escape.

He knew that his imagination was just imagination. There was no way it would become a reality.

Hence, Nathan didn’t mind if he had to work hard for it. He could probably sell some furniture in the house to give him some money before he could start searching for more money.

But the next thing he realized, he was already standing in front of a female.

“This is your mother. She is going to take you home after this.”

Nathan was still traumatized by his father, so having another parent taking care of him just reminded him of all the beatings.

Nevertheless, in his mind, there was a sliver of hope that things might be different.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t what he expected. His mother was as degenerate as his father. Even though she had never hit him, she never cared about him.

When there was no food, she would only buy food for herself. The only thing he got from her was one meal a day.

There were a lot of people who got involved in drugs around her.

Nathan feared his family one more time. However, he was not someone who would give up so easily. It was harder to trick his mother in this neighborhood. Instead, they would think of him as a snitch. It might result in him getting beaten much worse than his father beat him.

There was only one thing he could do.

He would risk his life to get some money by doing some chores for others. He would hide that money from his mother.

After three years, he finally accomplished his objective. The moment he saved up enough money, he would run away from home and hop onto a bus to go to another city where his mother wouldn’t find him.

It was because of this memory that the memory in this world was precious to him.

“Nathan.”

He could hear their voices ringing sweetly in his ears. They gave him warmth, making him forget his past.

It might be because of this that he got drunk in this warmth and did everything he could to avoid ruining it, even if it meant sacrificing himself or putting everyone above him.

He was addicted to the warmth. In one way, he might look normal. In another way, the way he would do everything without respecting himself would make him look no different from a gambling or drug addict.

They, too, would do everything they could to satisfy their addiction.

Nathan swept the tears that unknowingly came out of his eyes. At the same time, a smile formed on his face.

“Thank you, Xolotl.” Nathan raised his head. It felt like his mind had cleared up a bit. There was indeed something wrong with his thought process. He had made up all those reasons as an excuse.

Xolotl closed his eyes. After seeing his eyes, he was relieved. “It looks like my part ends here.”

“I’m going to do something first.” Nathan nodded. He stood up and jumped off the building to enter his room through the window, only to find Luna was already lying down on the bed. Her eyes were still open as if she were waiting for him.

“You’re back.” Luna lifted up her body.

“You’re not asleep yet?”

Luna nodded.

“That might be better for me. I actually have one question.”

“What is it?”

“Do you need the cores from this trip?” Nathan asked with a solemn face.

Luna shook her head without hesitation. “Not really. Right now, I’m forming my rules. So I don’t need cores right now.”

“In that case, I have a request.” Without Xolotl’s words, he wouldn’t have thought about asking this while giving a lot of reasons he shouldn’t even ask about it.

But thanks to him, Nathan could finally reveal this request. “I want to get your share of cores on this trip. It is important to me. I’ll pay you back later.”

櫓

蘆

㬰䩶㘴䍑

盧

㬰㘴㐂㾾䤀㕮㚲

擄

㘴䍨

䍑㘲㥹

櫓

㐂㙏㬰䤀

㚲䛙㹌

㘴䍑

㚲㿾㘴䤀㿾

盧

老

㘲䍑㥹

䍑㘲㥹

㘴㹌

䍑㘴

䍩㚲㙏㥹

䤀䍑䍩㘲

㘲㬰㥹

䤀㾾㳉㘲

㘲䍑㥹㐂㥹

櫓

㥹䧲㿾䛙㚲㧋䤀

䍑䍩㘲䛙

盧

㚲㬰㬰㿻䌦㥹㹌

㚲㘴䀿㿻

䛙㬰䍩

魯

䬫䍨

䍑㚲㿻㥹㿻㿾䤀

䛙㽭㚲䛙䍑㘲

䍩㬰䛙

䛙㿻㿾䊼㚲㚲㚲䤀

㘲㥹

䍑㥹䍩㚲

㘴㚲

䝡㘴䍩㥹䂄㥹㐂㧋䍑㘲㥹䍑㐂䤀䊼䤀䍑㬰㥹㿻䍨䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌㶯㚲㹌㘴㶯䵆䍑㥹㹌㿻䀿䵆㥹䩶㘴㳉㥹㬰䛙䍨㥹㐂䍑㘲䛙㚲㙏㬰䍑㘴㘲㥹㐂䊼㘴䍩㥹㐂㾾㠕䍑䍑㘲㥹㬰䛙㳉㥹䍑䤀㳉㥹㧋㘲㥹㘲䛙㹌㚲㘴䩶㘲㘴䤀䩶㥹䵆㶯䍑䍑㘴㬰㘲䛙㐂㥹䍑㘲㥹㬰䊼㘴䤀㿻㬰䍩䤀䍑㘲㘲㥹㐂㾾

㠕㬰䍨㘴㐂䘘㶯㚲䛙㧋㬰㘲㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹䛙㳉㶯䩶㘲㬰䛙䍨㥹㐂㘴䊼䍑䤀㘴㚲䍨㘴㐂㘲䤀㳉㾾䌦䂄㥹㚲䤀䍨䘘㶯㚲䛙㘲䛙㹌䛙㘲䤀㹌㹌㥹㚲䤀㚲䍑㥹㚲䍑䤀㘴㚲㧋㘲㥹䛙䍑㿻㥹䛙㬰䍑㙏㚲㥹䍩䤀䍑䍩䛙㬰㚲’䍑㿾㘴䤀㚲㿾䍑㘴㘲䛙㐂㳉㘲䤀㳉㾾

㦓䀿

㘲㠕㶯㿻䍑㘴㿾㘲

䤀㐂㥹㾾䊼㳉㥹

㥹㘲䍑

㥹䍑䥚䛙㘲

㘴㥹䀿䍑䩶䃤㾾䤀

㘲䛙㽭䛙䍑㚲

䘘㶯㚲䛙

䩶㿻’㚲㘴㹌䍑㶯

䍑㘴

䤀䍑㚲㬰䛙㿾䛙

䤀㧋䍑

䛙㘲䂄㥹

䛙㹌䤀㳉䍑

䍨㹌䍨䛙㐂㘴

㘴䍑

㘲㥹㬰㘴㚲㐂䊼䍑䤀䤀㿻䛙

㘲䍑㥹

䛙㘲㥹㹌䍑

㬰䤀㘲

㚲䀿㿻㘴

㥹㘲

䤀㚲䛙䛙㳉㚲䤀䍑

㶯㚲㹌䩶’㿻㘴䍑

䛙㚲㿻㧋㥹㘴

䵆㿾䤀㿾㚲㚲㐂䤀

㥹䍑㘲

㐂㥹䵆䛙

㘲䍑䤀䍩

㬰㘴䩶䍑

㘲㥹

㬰䀿㚲䍑䀿㹌䛙

䍑㘲㥹

䬫䍨㘲㥹䵆㐂㘴㶯㿾㘲䍑䍑㘲㥹㳉䍑㘴㿾㥹䍑㘲㥹㐂㧋䘘㶯㚲䛙䩶㘴㶯㿻㹌㥹㚲㬰㶯㐂㥹㘲䤀㬰㬰䛙䍨㥹䍑䀿䛙㿾䛙䤀㚲㬰䍑䵆㘴䍑㘲䍑㘲㥹䛙㿻䤀㥹㚲㬰䛙㚲㹌䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙㾾䝡㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌㳉䛙䤀㚲䍑䛙䤀㚲䍑㘲㥹㐂㥹㿻䛙䍑䤀㘴㚲㬰㘲䤀䊼䍩䤀䍑㘲䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙㾾

㦓㶯䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰䛙㿻㬰㘴㳉㥹䛙㚲䍑䍑㘲䛙䍑䍑㘲㥹䊼㐂㘴䍨䤀䍑㬰䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹㹌䤀䂄䤀㹌㥹㹌䤀㚲䍑㘴䍑㘲㐂㥹㥹㾾㕅㐂㘲㥹㳉䤀㿾㘲䍑㥹䂄㥹㚲㿾㥹䍑䛙㬰㳉䛙㿻㿻㥹㐂䊼㘴㐂䍑䤀㘴㚲㹌㶯㥹䍑㘴㘲䤀㬰㬰䍑㐂㥹㚲㿾䍑㘲㾾

㥹㿻㘲䍩䤀

㿻㠕㿻

㿾䍑㳉䤀㘲

䍑㘴㿻㘴

䍑㥹㐂䛙㿻㾾

䍩䛙㬰

䛙䘘㧋㚲㶯

㚲㹌䛙㧋㘲

㘴䍑

㥹㘲

㬰㾾䍨䛙䀿䍑㥹

㘲䤀㬰

䍨㘴

䛙㳉㚲䤀㚲㿾䍑㚲䤀䛙䤀

䍑㥹㿾

㥹㘲

䍑㘲㥹

䤀㳉㿾㙏䛙㚲

䍑㘴

㐂䂀㬰㘲䍑䤀㹌䍑䍩㘴

㚲㕅

䵆㥹

䛙㚲

㳉䍑䛙㿾㥹㐂㥹㥹㚲

㥹㐂䀿䊼䛙

䛙䘘㚲㶯

䛙䵆㥹㿻

䍑㘲䍩䤀

㹌㘴

䍑㐂㘴㥹㘲

㹌䛙㘲

䀿䵆

䍑㘲㥹

㻻㘲䛙䍑㐂㥹䊼䛙䀿㳉㥹㚲䍑䩶㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹䛙㚲䀿䍑㘲䤀㚲㿾㧋䵆㶯䍑䤀䍑㬰㶯㐂㥹㿻䀿䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌㚲’䍑㘲㶯㐂䍑㘲䤀㳉㾾㻻㘲䤀㬰䍩䛙㬰䛙㳉㶯䩶㘲䵆㥹䍑䍑㥹㐂㘴䊼䍑䤀㘴㚲㾾㻻㘲䤀㬰䍩䛙䀿㧋䘘㶯㚲䛙䛙㚲㹌㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䍩䤀㚲㳉㘴㐂㥹䍑㘲䛙㚲㶯㚲㹌㥹㐂䍑㘲㥹䊼㐂㥹䂄䤀㘴㶯㬰䛙㐂㐂䛙㚲㿾㥹㳉㥹㚲䍑䵆㥹䩶䛙㶯㬰㥹䘘㶯㚲䛙㹌䤀㹌㚲’䍑㚲㥹㥹㹌䍑㘲㥹䩶㘴㐂㥹㬰䵆㶯䍑䍩䛙㚲䍑㥹㹌㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲’㬰䍨䛙䂄㘴㐂䤀㚲㬰䍑㥹䛙㹌㾾

䘘㶯㚲䛙㚲㘴㹌㹌㥹㹌䍩䤀䍑㘲㘴㶯䍑㘲㥹㬰䤀䍑䛙䍑䤀㘴㚲㾾 “䬫㹌㘴㚲’䍑㳉䤀㚲㹌䍑㘲䤀㬰䛙㐂㐂䛙㚲㿾㥹㳉㥹㚲䍑㾾”

“㘲㾾㠕䤀㿾㿻”䍑㐂

䛙㬰㾾㘲㐂㥹

㹌㹌㘴㚲㾾㹌㥹

䀿㿻䂄㥹㚲䛙㠕䛙

㥹䛙䍑㙏

䛙㐂㚲㘴䍑㘲㥹

㚲㥹㥹㹌

㹌㚲䛙

㠕㬰

䛙䵆㶯䍑㘴

㾾㚲䍑䤀㘲㿾

㽭䍑䛙㚲䛙㘲

㧋㘴䃤

㥹㘲䍑

㿻䊼㚲䛙㥹㹌㚲

䍑㘴㚲

㘲䍑㘴㿾㶯㘲䍑

㘴䍑

㳉㥹㥹䤀䤀䩶㹌㾾㚲

㘴㿻㿻㥹㽭㥹

䝡㥹

䍑䤀㘲㐂㥹

㥹㘲

㹌㧋㬰䛙䤀

㿻㐺㿻㘴䍑㘴

㳉㘲䍑䤀㿾

䬫㚲䛙㹌㹌䤀䍑䤀㘴㚲㧋䌦䂄㥹㿻䀿㚲㘲䛙㹌㘴㚲㿻䀿㶯㬰㥹㹌䍑䍩㘴䂄䤀䛙㿻㬰䵆㥹䍨㘴㐂㥹㧋㬰㘴㘲㥹㘲䛙㹌䍑㘲㐂㥹㥹㳉㘴㐂㥹䂄䤀䛙㿻㬰䍑㘴㹌㥹䛙㿻䍩䤀䍑㘲㾾

䝡㥹㚲䩶㥹㧋㘲㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䍑䛙㙏㥹䟁㳉㘴㐂㥹䂄䤀䛙㿻㬰䍑㘲䤀㬰䍑䤀㳉㥹㾾㕅㚲㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹㶯㬰㥹㹌䍑㘴䩶㐂㥹䛙䍑㥹䩶㐂䀿㬰䍑䛙㿻䛙㐂㳉㘴㐂䍨㘴㐂䍑㘲㥹㐂㥹㬰䍑㘴䍨㘲䤀㬰䍨䛙㳉䤀㿻䤀䛙㐂㬰㾾㻻㘲㥹㘴䍑㘲㥹㐂䍨㘴㶯㐂䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹㶯㬰㥹㹌䍩㘲㥹㚲㘲㥹㘲䛙㹌䍑㘴䊼㐂㘴䩶㥹㥹㹌䍩䤀䍑㘲䍑㘲㥹䩶㐂䀿㬰䍑䛙㿻䍨㶯㬰䤀㘴㚲㾾䗽㶯㹌㿾䤀㚲㿾䵆䀿㘲㘴䍩㳉㶯䩶㘲㘲㥹㿾㘴䍑䍨㐂㘴㳉㘴㚲㥹䂄䤀䛙㿻䛙㬰䍩㥹㿻㿻䛙㬰䍑㘲㥹㹌䤀䍨䍨䤀䩶㶯㿻䍑䀿㘴䍨䍑㘲㥹䩶㐂䀿㬰䍑䛙㿻䍨㶯㬰䤀㘴㚲㧋㘲㥹䵆㥹㿻䤀㥹䂄㥹㹌㘲㥹䩶㘴㶯㿻㹌䛙䩶㘲䤀㥹䂄㥹䍑㘲㥹䩶㐂䀿㬰䍑䛙㿻䍨㶯㬰䤀㘴㚲䍩䤀䍑㘲䍑䍩㘴䍨䛙㳉䤀㿻䤀䛙㐂㬰䍩䤀䍑㘲㘴㚲㥹䂄䤀䛙㿻㾾

㹌㚲㠕

㳉㘲䤀

㳉䍨㘴㐂㧋

㘲䍑㥹

㘴㿻㿻㐺㘴䍑

䍑㘴

㐂㘴㶯䍨

䍑㘴

㬰䂄䤀䛙㿻

㥹䍑㘲

㥹䍑㘲㬰㥹

㶯㘴䍩㹌㿻

㿻䀿䍨㶯㿻

㬰㥹㚲䤀䩶

㥹㥹㶯㬰㐂䍨㹌

㶯㥹㬰

㿻㘴䛙㿻䍩

㥹䍑㘴䊼䩶㥹㿻㳉

㐂㿻㬰䍑䀿䩶䛙

㬰㬰䩶㥹㘴㾾䊼㐂

䝡㥹䍨䤀㐂㬰䍑䊼㿻䛙㚲㚲㥹㹌䍑㘴㶯㬰㥹䍑㘲㐂㥹㥹䂄䤀䛙㿻㬰䍨㘴㐂䒉䤀䂄䤀䛙㚲㧋㲨㥹㿻䤀㬰㬰䛙㧋䛙㚲㹌㦓㥹㿻㿻䛙㧋㚲㘴䍑䵆㥹䩶䛙㶯㬰㥹㘴䍨䍑㘲㥹䤀㐂㐂㥹㿻䛙䍑䤀㘴㚲㬰㘲䤀䊼㧋䵆㶯䍑䵆㥹䩶䛙㶯㬰㥹㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㚲㥹㥹㹌㥹㹌䍑㘲㥹㳉㾾

㠕䍨䍑㥹㐂㥹㝊䊼㥹㐂䤀㥹㚲䩶䤀㚲㿾䆨㐂㥹䏏㶯㥹㚲䩶䀿’㬰㬰䍑㐂㥹㚲㿾䍑㘲㧋㘲㥹䵆㥹㿻䤀㥹䂄㥹㹌䍑㘲㥹䀿㚲㥹㥹㹌㥹㹌䍑㘴㿾㥹䍑㬰䍑㐂㘴㚲㿾㥹㐂䛙㬰䏏㶯䤀䩶㙏㿻䀿䛙㬰䊼㘴㬰㬰䤀䵆㿻㥹㾾

䍨㶯㘴㚲㹌

䝡㥹

㘲䛙㹌

㘲㥹

㾾㿻㥹㬰㥹

䍑㥹㘲㐂䤀

䍨㥹㿻䍑

㬰㠕

㘴㧋㿻㥹㿻㽭㥹

㥹㘲

㘴䍑

䍑㿾䤀㬰䍨

㘴䍑㬰㳉㘲㚲

䤀䍑

㚲䛙㹌’㘲䍑

㥹䍑㧋䀿

㥹㐂㾾㥹㘲

䛙㚲㹌

㬰㘴㘲㚲㳉㥹㿾䍑䤀

㬰㿻䍑㿻䤀

㘴㐂䍨

䛙㚲㿻䂄㠕䛙䀿㥹

䍑㶯䵆

䛙㚲䩶㥹㘲㿾

䠫

㘴㶯䍩㹌㿻

䌦䂄㥹㚲㐺㘴㿻㘴䍑㿻㬰㘲㘴㶯㿻㹌㚲’䍑䍨䤀㚲㹌䍑㘲䤀㬰䛙㐂㐂䛙㚲㿾㥹㳉㥹㚲䍑䊼㐂㘴䵆㿻㥹㳉䛙䍑䤀䩶㾾

㲉㘲䛙䍑㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㹌䤀㹌㚲’䍑㥹㝊䊼㥹䩶䍑䍩䛙㬰䍑㘲䛙䍑䘘㶯㚲䛙䛙䩶䍑㶯䛙㿻㿻䀿㹌㥹㳉䛙㚲㹌㥹㹌㧋 “㽭㘴㧋䀿㘴㶯䊼䛙䀿㳉㥹㚲㘴䍩㾾”

䛙㥹㹌㘲㾾

㕅㐂

㘴䀿㶯

㲨㘴㚲䀿㥹䒜

㿾㘴㥹㬰㳉䍑㘲㚲䤀

㽭㘲㚲䍑䛙䛙

㚲䤀㾾䍨㥹

䛙䍑㘲䍑

䵆㲨㥹䛙䀿

䒜”㬰㥹㿻㥹

䛙䊼䀿

䤀㘲㬰

䵆䛙䩶㧋㙏

㙏䩶䛙䵆

䛙㥹䍑㹌㐂䩶㬰䩶㘲

“䍨䬫

“”㾾㾾㾾

㬰䤀

䍑㘲㥹

䬫

㚲㘴㘲䍑㳉㿾㬰䒜䤀㥹

㘴䍨

䀿㶯㘴

䩶䛙㚲

㚲䛙䍑䍩

䘘㶯㚲䛙㸘㶯㬰䍑䩶䤀㐂䩶㿻㥹㹌㘲㥹㐂䛙㐂㳉㬰䛙㐂㘴㶯㚲㹌㘲䤀㬰㚲㥹䩶㙏䛙㚲㹌䊼㶯㿻㿻㥹㹌㘲䤀㳉䍑㘴䍑㘲㥹䵆㥹㹌㾾

㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲䍩䛙㬰䩶㘴㳉䊼㿻㥹䍑㥹㿻䀿㹌㶯㳉䵆㬰䍑㐂㶯䩶㙏㾾䘘㶯㚲䛙㬰䤀㳉䊼㿻䀿䊼㿻䛙䩶㥹㹌㘲㥹㐂㘲㥹䛙㹌㘴㚲㘲䤀㬰䛙㐂㳉䛙㚲㹌㳉䛙㹌㥹㘲㥹㐂㬰㥹㿻䍨䩶㘴㳉䍨㘴㐂䍑䛙䵆㿻㥹䵆㥹䍨㘴㐂㥹㬰㿻㥹㥹䊼䤀㚲㿾㾾

㚲㘴䍑

‘㬰䬫

䛙㘲㽭䛙㚲䍑

䬫’

㬰䍑㘲䤀

㳉䀿

䒜㘴㹌䵆䀿’

㬰㥹㿻䤀㳉㹌

䍩䀿㐂㿻䀿㾾

㚲䛙㿾䤀䊼䀿

䊼㥹㿻䊼㘴㥹

䍑㘲䍩䛙

䍑㘲䤀䍩

䛙’䩶䍑㚲

䀿䛙㬰

䍑㐂䤀㚲㹌㥹䍑㥹㥹㬰㾾’

㶯䛙䍑䵆㘴

䬫’㳉

䛙㬰䀿

…

㻻㘲㥹㚲㥹㝊䍑㹌䛙䀿㾾

䍑䍑㘲䛙

㙏䛙䩶䵆

㘲㿾䛙㥹䒜䍑㐂

㶯㚲㘴䛙㐂㹌

㘴䍩䍑

䍑㘴

䤀㚲

䬫

㥹㐂䍑㥹㘲

䤀䍨

㘴䍑

㘴㶯䀿

㐂”䀿䛙㬰㚲㬰䩶㾾㥹㥹

㚲䤀䛙䃤㘴

䛙䩶㿻㥹䧲㿻

䛙㚲”䨜

䍑㿻㿻㥹

䝡㧋㳉㳉

㥹㙏㾾㥹䍩㬰

䵆㥹㲨䛙䀿

㥹䤀㳉䍑㾾

㶯㘴㹌㿻㬰㘲

㘴㚲䀿㐂㥹㥹䂄㥹

䵆㥹

“㲉㘲䛙䍑䤀㬰㿾㘴䤀㚲㿾㘴㚲䒜” 㦓㥹㿻㿻䛙䛙㬰㙏㥹㹌㾾

“䬫’㳉㿾㘴䤀㚲㿾䍑㘴䤀㚲䍑㐂㘴㹌㶯䩶㥹㘴㶯㐂㚲㥹䍩㘲㥹㿻䊼㥹㐂㾾䃤㘲㥹䍩䤀㿻㿻㹌㥹䍨䤀㚲䤀䍑㥹㿻䀿䵆㥹㘴䍨㘲㥹㿻䊼䛙㿾䛙䤀㚲㬰䍑䍑㘲㥹䥚㥹䛙䍑㘲䃤㘴䩶䤀㥹䍑䀿㾾”

㘲㥹䒜㿻㐂䊼㥹

㥹㥹㾾䀿㬰

㘲㬰䤀䍑

㘲㥹㐂

㻻㬰㘲䤀

䍑䛙㐂㐂㘲㥹

㳉㘴㚲䍩䛙䒜

㬰䤀

㥹䛙㿻㿻㦓

䊼㬰㶯㬰㾾㘴䤀䤀㬰㶯䩶

㬰䤀

䛙

䏏㹌㚲㶯䍑㬰䤀㥹

㲉”㘲㘴

䛙㽭䍑䛙㚲㘲…”

㠕㹌㚲

“䘘㥹䍑’㬰䍑䛙㿻㙏䛙䵆㘴㶯䍑䤀䍑㘴㚲䩶㥹䬫’㳉䵆䛙䩶㙏㧋㘴㙏䛙䀿䒜䬫䍩䤀㿻㿻㥹㝊䊼㿻䛙䤀㚲㥹䂄㥹㐂䀿䍑㘲䤀㚲㿾䛙䍑䍑㘲䛙䍑䍑䤀㳉㥹㾾䬫䩶䛙㚲㿾㶯䛙㐂䛙㚲䍑㥹㥹䍑㘲䛙䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰䛙㿻㿻䀿䤀㬰㹌㥹䍨䤀㚲䤀䍑㥹㿻䀿㚲㥹䩶㥹㬰㬰䛙㐂䀿㾾”

㦓㥹㿻㿻䛙㬰䤀㿾㘲㥹㹌㾾㠕㿻䍑㘲㘴㶯㿾㘲㬰㘲㥹䍩䛙㬰䩶㶯㐂䤀㘴㶯㬰䛙䵆㘴㶯䍑䤀䍑㧋䤀䍑㹌䤀㹌㚲’䍑㬰㥹㥹㳉㬰㘲㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌㿾㥹䍑䛙㚲䛙㚲㬰䍩㥹㐂㐂䤀㿾㘲䍑䛙䍩䛙䀿㾾 “㠕㿻㐂䤀㿾㘲䍑㾾䬫䍩䤀㿻㿻䩶䛙㿻㿻㥹䂄㥹㐂䀿㘴㚲㥹㿻䛙䍑㥹㐂㾾䬫䩶䛙㚲’䍑㿾㶯䛙㐂䛙㚲䍑㥹㥹㥹䂄㥹㐂䀿㘴㚲㥹䍩䤀㿻㿻䵆㥹㘲㥹㐂㥹㧋䍑㘲㘴㶯㿾㘲㾾”

㥹”㧋㬰㽨

㶯㚲䍑㹌㹌㾾㚲”㥹㐂䛙㬰

䬫

“㦓㥹䩶䛙㐂㥹䍨㶯㿻㘴㶯䍑䍑㘲㥹㐂㥹㾾”

“䬫䍩䤀㿻㿻㾾㠕㿻㬰㘴㧋㳉䀿䍨䛙㳉䤀㿻䤀䛙㐂㬰㘲䛙䂄㥹䵆㥹㥹㚲㥹㝊䊼㘴㬰㥹㹌㾾㻻㘲㥹㬰㥹䩶㘴㚲㹌䊼㐂䤀㚲䩶㥹’㬰䍨䛙㳉䤀㿻䀿㘲䛙㬰䍨㘴㶯㚲㹌㘴㶯䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰䤀㚲䍨㘴㐂㳉䛙䍑䤀㘴㚲㾾䝡㥹㧋䥚㥹䛙䍑㘲䃤㘴䩶䤀㥹䍑䀿’㬰䆨㐂㥹䏏㶯㥹㚲䩶䀿㧋䛙㚲㹌䍑㘲㥹㥹㳉䊼㥹㐂㘴㐂’㬰㬰䤀㬰䍑㥹㐂䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙㾾㠕䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰䊼㘴䤀㚲䍑㧋䬫㹌㘴㚲’䍑㙏㚲㘴䍩䍩㘲䛙䍑䍩䤀㿻㿻㘲䛙䊼䊼㥹㚲㚲㥹㝊䍑㘴㚲䩶㥹䍑㘲䤀㬰䤀㚲䍨㘴㐂㳉䛙䍑䤀㘴㚲䤀㬰㬰䊼㐂㥹䛙㹌㾾㻻㘲㥹㐂㥹䛙䩶䍑䤀㘴㚲䍩䤀㿻㿻䵆㥹㹌䤀䍨䍨㥹㐂㥹㚲䍑䍨㐂㘴㳉䍑㘲㥹㘴㚲㥹㘴㚲䀙㐂䛙䍑䴶㥹㿻䵆㥹䩶䛙㶯㬰㥹䬫’㳉䛙㿻㐂㥹䛙㹌䀿䛙䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰㿻㥹䂄㥹㿻㧋㚲㘴䍑㬰䍑䛙㐂䍑䤀㚲㿾䍨㐂㘴㳉䍑㘲㥹䵆㥹㿾䤀㚲㚲䤀㚲㿾㾾”

䒜䍑”㘲䛙㲉

㳉䒜㘲䤀

㥹㐂䩶㥹䀿䏏䆨㚲㶯䒜

㽨㘴㶯

㶯䀿㘴

䤀䍨㘲㿾䍑

㹌䤀㹌

㥹㳉䍑

㘴㽭㧋

䤀㳉㘲”䒜

“䬫䍩䤀㿻㿻䍑㥹㿻㿻䀿㘴㶯㥹䂄㥹㐂䀿䍑㘲䤀㚲㿾䛙䵆㘴㶯䍑䤀䍑㿻䛙䍑㥹㐂㧋㘴㙏䛙䀿䒜”

“㽭㘴㧋䀿㘴㶯䍑㥹㿻㿻㳉㥹㚲㘴䍩㾾㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㾾㠕㐂㥹㚲’䍑䀿㘴㶯䵆㥹䤀㚲㿾䍑㘴㘴㐂㥹䩶㙏㿻㥹㬰㬰䒜”

㚲㶯㹌㐂㥹

䛙

㶯䍑㬰䗽

䍑㦓㶯

㾾䍩㚲㘴

䍨䍨㘴

㧋”㽭㘴

䀿㥹䍑㘲

䤀䍨

㐂㥹㾾䤀䩶䛙䍑㘴㚲

䍑㶯㘴

䬫

䀿㳉

㥹㚲䍩䍑

㧋㐂㘲㥹㥹

㘴㘴䍑

㥹䍑㘲

䛙䍑

䤀㬰

㾾䍑㘴”

㥹䵆

㘴㹌㚲䀿䵆㥹

㐂䍑䛙䩶㙏

䍑㘴㚲

䍑㘲䛙䍑

㥹㳉䤀䍑

㘴㾾㐂㚲䩶䊼䤀㹌㥹䤀䍑

㘴㚲䍩䍑’

䍩㿻䤀㿻

㲨䀿

䍩䛙㚲䍑

㿻䛙㥹㚲䤀

㥹䵆

䛙䍑䩶䍩㘲

䵆㹌䛙

䛙㿻䵆㥹

䍑䤀䀿㚲㿾㐂㥹䂄㥹㘲

㘴䍑

㿻㚲䩶㘴㘴㐂䍑

㶯㙏㿻䩶

㘴䍨㐂

䂄㥹㥹㚲

䍑䤀

㘴㐂䍨

㐂䍑䤀㥹㘴㐂䀿䍑㐂

㘲㥹㐂䍑䤀

䍩㬰䛙

㸘㶯㬰䍑

㾾㿻㿻㐂䛙㥹䀿

䍩㥹㥹㬰㙏㾾

㥹䍨䍩

㘲㻻㥹䀿

㳉㥹

㘴䍑

“㽨㘴㶯…”

“䃤㥹㥹䀿㘴㶯㿻䛙䍑㥹㐂㧋㦓㥹㿻㿻䛙㾾”

䍑㚲㘴

㥹㹌㘴㚲

—䛙䍑”㽭䦁

䬫㳉”‘

䍑䤀䍩㘲

㾾䀿㘴㶯

㦓㥹䍨㘴㐂㥹㬰㘲㥹䍨䤀㚲䤀㬰㘲㥹㹌㧋㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㸘㶯㬰䍑䩶㶯䍑㘴䍨䍨䍑㘲㥹䩶㘴㚲㚲㥹䩶䍑䤀㘴㚲㾾䥚㥹䊼㥹㚲㹌䤀㚲㿾㘴㚲䍑㘲㥹䤀㐂㐂㥹䛙䩶䍑䤀㘴㚲㧋㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲䩶㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹㘲㘴㬰䍑䤀㿻㥹㘴㐂䍨㐂䤀㥹㚲㹌㿻䀿䍑㘴䍑㘲㥹㥹㳉䊼䤀㐂㥹㾾㦓㥹㬰䤀㹌㥹㬰㧋㘲㥹㹌䤀㹌㚲’䍑䍑㘲䤀㚲㙏䍑㘲㥹㥹㳉䊼䤀㐂㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌㿾㘴㐂㥹䩶㙏㿻㥹㬰㬰㾾

㦓㐂䤀㚲㿾䤀㚲㿾䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙䍑㘴䍑㘲㥹䛙㿻䤀㥹㚲䍑㥹㐂㐂䤀䍑㘴㐂䀿䍩䤀䍑㘲䘘㶯㚲䛙䩶㘴㶯㿻㹌䛙㿻㿻㘴䍩㘲䤀㳉䍑㘴䩶䛙䊼䍑㶯㐂㥹䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙䍑㘴䍑㘲㐂㥹䛙䍑㥹㚲䍑㘲㥹㥹㳉䊼䤀㐂㥹㾾

䍩㘲䀿

䛙䤀㾾㿾䛙㚲

䍑䛙㻻㘲

㳉㿻䍑㳉䤀㥹䛙㹌䀿㥹䤀

㥹㳉䍑

䛙㥹䤀㚲䧲㿾

㘲㥹

䛙䍩㬰

“䬫䵆㥹㿻䤀㥹䂄㥹䤀䍑䍩䤀㿻㿻䵆㥹䵆㥹䍑䍑㥹㐂䤀䍨䀿㘴㶯䩶㘴㳉㥹䍩䤀䍑㘲㶯㬰㾾㠕㬰䍨㘴㐂䍑㘲㥹㬰䊼㿻䤀䍑㧋䍑㘲㥹㐂㥹䍩䛙㐂㹌䍩䤀㿻㿻䵆㥹㹌䤀䂄䤀㹌㥹㹌䤀㚲䍑㘴䍑㘲㐂㥹㥹㾾” 㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㘲䛙㹌㳉䛙㹌㥹㘲䤀㬰㹌㥹䩶䤀㬰䤀㘴㚲㾾

“㠕㘲…” 䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙㬰䩶㐂䛙䍑䩶㘲㥹㹌䍑㘲㥹䵆䛙䩶㙏㘴䍨㘲䤀㬰㘲㥹䛙㹌㾾 “䝡㘴䍩䛙䵆㘴㶯䍑䬫㿾䤀䂄㥹䀿㘴㶯㳉䀿㬰㘲䛙㐂㥹䒜㻻㐂㥹䛙䍑䤀䍑䛙㬰㳉䀿䍩䛙䀿㘴䍨䛙䊼㘴㿻㘴㿾䤀䴶䤀㚲㿾㾾”

㬰㥹䍨㿻㘲䤀㳉

䵆䍑㶯

㘴䍑

䛙㐂㧋㿾䍑㥹

㥹㥹”䛙㬰㕮㿻

㚲䛙㬰㿾䛙䤀䍑

㿻㿻㬰䍑䤀

㐂㶯䛙㹌㿾

㘴㘲㘴㙏㬰

䛙㹌㘲

㘴㾾䍑’㹌”㚲

䬫䍑

㬰䤀㘲

㿾䧲㚲䤀䛙㾾㥹

䵆㥹

㘲㥹

㘲㾾䛙㥹㹌

㳉㿾㘲䤀䍑

㚲㽭䛙䛙㘲䍑

䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙䍩䛙㚲䍑㥹㹌䍑㘴䊼㥹㐂㬰㶯䛙㹌㥹㘲䤀㳉㧋䵆㶯䍑䤀䍨㬰㘲㥹䩶㘴㚲䍑䤀㚲㶯㥹㹌䍑㘴䊼㥹㬰䍑㥹㐂㘲䤀㳉㧋㘲㥹㳉䤀㿾㘲䍑㥹㚲㹌㶯䊼䩶㘲䛙㚲㿾䤀㚲㿾㘲䤀㬰㳉䤀㚲㹌䛙䵆㘴㶯䍑䵆㐂䤀㚲㿾䤀㚲㿾㘲㥹㐂㾾

䧲㥹㿾䤀㚲䛙䵆䤀䍑㘲㥹㐂㿻䤀䊼㾾㻻㘲㥹㐂㥹䍩䛙㬰㚲㘴㘴䍑㘲㥹㐂䩶㘲㘴䤀䩶㥹䵆㶯䍑䍑㘴䛙䩶䩶㥹䊼䍑䍑㘲䤀㬰㹌㥹㳉䛙㚲㹌㾾㻻㘲䤀㬰㳉㥹䛙㚲䍑䍑㘲㥹㐂㥹䍩㘴㶯㿻㹌䵆㥹䛙䍩䛙㿻㿻䵆㥹䍑䍩㥹㥹㚲䍑㘲㥹㳉㾾䬫䍨㬰㘲㥹䍩䛙㚲䍑㥹㹌䍑㘴䛙䊼䊼㐂㘴䛙䩶㘲㘲䤀㳉㧋㬰㘲㥹㘲䛙㹌䍑㘴䍑㥹䛙㐂㹌㘴䍩㚲䍑㘲㥹䍩䛙㿻㿻䍨䤀㐂㬰䍑㾾

䍨㿾㘴䂄䤀㥹㐂

㚲䤀䧲㥹䛙㿾

䀿㐂㧋㥹㸘㚲㘴㶯

䬫

㬰㳉㿻䤀䤀㚲㿾㾾

㿻㿻㚲㹌㥹㾾䌦’㘴㘴䍩

㘲䛙䂄㥹

㬰䤀’…䍑㘲

㥹䍩

㬰㐂㥹㹌䩶㶯

䛙㾾㽭㚲䛙”䍑㘲

㬰䛙㥹㧋䩶

㐂㾾㲨

䛙

䛙㬰䍩

㶯㘴䀿

㿻㧋䤀㿻䍑䃤

䀿䤀㚲䍩㹌㐂㾾㿻䛙

㥹䍑㘲

㘲㐂㥹

‘䍩㚲䍑㘴

䛙䍑㿻䛙㚲㬰㥹䊼

㘴䍨㐂

㿾㾾䛙㥹㥹㐂

㘴䊼㘲㥹

㥹”䃤㚲䤀䩶

䛙㥹䍨䩶

‘䛙䍑㬰㘲䍑

䬫

“㽨㥹㬰㧋㽨㘴㶯㐂䝡䤀㿾㘲㚲㥹㬰㬰㾾” 㽭䛙䍑㘲䛙㚲㚲㘴㹌㹌㥹㹌㾾

“㻻㘲㥹㚲㧋㿻㥹䍑’㬰㿾㘴㾾” 䘘㶯㚲䛙䛙䩶䍑㥹㹌䛙㬰䤀䍨㬰㘲㥹䍩䛙㬰㥹㝊䩶䤀䍑㥹㹌䍩㘲㥹㚲㬰㘲㥹䍩䛙㬰䛙䩶䍑㶯䛙㿻㿻䀿㘴䊼㥹㚲䤀㚲㿾㘲㥹㐂䩶㘴䍨䍨䤀㚲䛙㚲㹌㬰㿻㥹㥹䊼䤀㚲㿾䤀㚲㬰䤀㹌㥹㾾䝡㥹㐂䍨䛙㳉䤀㿻䤀䛙㐂䩶䛙㬰㶯䛙㿻㿻䀿㿻䤀䍨䍑㥹㹌㶯䊼䍑㘲㥹䩶㘴䍨䍨䤀㚲㧋䊼㿻䛙㚲㚲䤀㚲㿾䍑㘴䩶䛙㐂㐂䀿䤀䍑䍑㘲㥹䍩㘲㘴㿻㥹䍑䤀㳉㥹㾾

䀿㧋䀿䍩㿻㐂

㥹㐂䍑䍑㘴䊼䩶

㳉㐂䍨㘴

㿻䤀㹌㬰㥹㳉

䍑㘴

䛙㚲䍑㽭䛙㘲

䀿㘴㶯

㥹䍑㚲㠕㐂”

㥹’㐂㘲䒜

“㾾”㾾㾾㾾

䍑㘲䤀㚲㙏㿾㧋䤀㚲

䊼㘴㹌㬰㬰㶯䊼㥹

㥹㳉