Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Her voice cracked faintly.

“Even I am ashamed of myself.”

There was genuine pain in her tone.

For a moment, I thought she wanted to show me her face.

Perhaps she wanted me to know who she truly was.

But she couldn’t.

Instead, her hand moved toward the blindfold covering her eyes.

She slowly untied it.

The ribbon slipped loose and fluttered gently in the wind before falling from her fingers.

“I… don’t have a name.”

Her eyes remained closed.

She stood there silently, as though gathering the courage to reveal the one thing she had hidden from everyone.

Then her eyelids slowly opened.

Her gaze met mine.

And in that moment, she spoke with a quiet certainty that carried the weight of something far older than either of us.

“They call me…”

She paused.

“The Fate.”

From within the hoodie, though I couldn’t see her face, I could see two gorgeous eyes staring at me.

Ba-dump.

I didn’t know why, but something inside my heart felt different now.

I, who had never expected anything from anyone… now wanted those eyes.

I needed those eyes to look only at me.

I needed those eyes to stare at me all day.

I needed those eyes so I could love them for eternity.

I needed…

Those eyes weren’t just gorgeous… they stirred something inside me, something I had believed had long since died within my heart.

It felt… like I could die for them.

She stared at me with those wonderful, gorgeous eyes I had never seen in my life. There was something strangely beautiful in the way she looked at me, something I couldn’t name, something that reached deeper than words ever could.

Then she said lovingly,

“Goodbye… No.25”

As she said it, she struck her staff against the ground, and she disappeared right before my eyes.

“N-No!” I tried to reach for her, but she had already left… leaving only the ribbon that danced before me in the air before slowly falling into my hand.

I stood there, using the spear as my support, staring at the empty space where the Prophetess… or Fate… had stood.

The world around me felt strangely quiet.

A gentle smile appeared on my face as I muttered, almost as if I knew she was somewhere out there, watching me.

“Forgive me… But your eyes outshone your soul.”

I clenched the white ribbon in my hand, feeling its soft fabric against my bloodstained fingers.

“I wish… I could see them again…”

I whispered those words to myself. Then wrapped the white ribbon around my wrist.

Just then,

Crack!

A violent cracking sound suddenly echoed across the heavens.

Clang~

A terrible metallic sound reverberated through the surrounding space, deep enough that I could feel its vibration within my bones.

Something was coming.

I could feel it.

Something dangerous was approaching.

Something so overwhelming that even my instincts screamed at me.

And… I could feel something far worse.

I couldn’t protect my people.

I forced my legs to move and dragged my body toward the place where my beloved children were resting.

Clang~

Crack~

Clang~

The sounds began to echo louder and louder, as if the very veil separating our world from something beyond it was being torn apart, inch by inch.

The sacred flames inside me trembled violently.

They had never trembled like this before.

Whatever it was… I couldn’t leave my children alone.

Not them.

Not the people who had placed their faith in me.

I needed to save them… even if it cost me my life.

I needed to go there.

Come on!

Move!

Those poor children…

I dragged my body forward.

Every step felt as though my bones were being crushed beneath an invisible weight. Blood continued to trail behind me, staining the ground with every step, but I kept moving.

One step.

Then another.

I didn’t know how long I could continue.

I didn’t know whether I would even reach them.

But I had to.

Because I was their Archpriest.

Because I was their hope.

Because I was their love.

Because I was their… God.

And a God had no right to abandon his children.

I dragged myself forward until the familiar walls finally appeared through my blurred vision.

The Umbra Sanctum.

The moment I saw it, something inside my chest tightened.

“My Lord?”

Someone shouted when they saw me.

“Everyone, Lord Archpriest has arrived! He—”

His words died in his throat.

His eyes fell upon the gaping hole in my chest.

For a moment, he simply stared.

Then his face drained of colour.

Everyone around him followed his gaze.

Their expressions changed one after another.

Shock… Disbelief… and Fear!

It was as though they were looking at something that should never have been possible.

Their God was bleeding.

Their God was standing before them with a wound that refused to heal.

“MY LORD!!!”