Bölüm 868: Niyet Yok

Capítulo 868: No Intention

Theron exhaled through the bloody mist, his body revving almost like an engine before he calmed.

It felt like every one of his cells was vibrant and alive, every aspect roaring with more energy than it ever had before.

It was almost like he had been running on low fuel all his life until this point. Now, even his punches surpassed the usual King without any added energy whatsoever, almost like the universe itself was supporting his assault on those around him.

The feeling was intoxicating, but when his enemies faded away, so too did that rage that was roaring inside of him.

Ayame shifted in his arms and he looked down, thinking that she was getting up. But instead, she just nestled in further as though she was having the best sleep of her life.

Theron didn’t even know how to react to this. This girl really knew how to sleep.

He smiled to himself.

“THERON!”

A voice cut across the darkness and Theron looked up to find Lyra waving her arms wildly, jumping up and down like she had a roaring excitement within her that she couldn’t manage at all.

Theron’s smile grew brighter and he shifted Ayame in his arms to wave back.

It was only then that he seemed to notice Ameridia, Messo, and Alpha, but namely the former two. He still didn’t know what the purpose of those two was, or why they wanted to enter the Heaven’s Gate.

What he did know, though, was that it was probably impossible to do that now. Whatever was unexplored on the other side would remain that way as everything collapsed.

That said, they didn’t look disappointed. They were quite hard to read in general, but Theron could swear that they looked… relieved?

Ameridia was looking up into the skies and smiling absently at something. It was like she hadn’t even noticed him come out.

The smile was incredibly subtle, but it was there.

‘Did she want to strike the names down too? Or is it something else?’ Theron frowned.

He couldn’t remember who that woman was or where he had heard the voice, but he recalled everything else clearly. He assumed that maybe the woman had some strong connection with Ayame. Maybe the mother she wanted to avenge?

Theron had no real way of knowing.

What was important was that he recalled the name Ryu Tatsuya, he recalled striking it down, and he recalled the large amounts of Karma that flooded out because of it.

Now the world just felt… fuller for some reason.

Yet, even in how full and vibrant the world felt, there was an uneasy feeling in Theron’s chest.

He had some understanding of Karma himself thanks to the Needle and Thread in his possession.

It wasn’t just good people who would benefit from this change to the universe.

Theron’s eyes landed on Matriarch Macie, who was looking at him with a wild grin.

It was such an odd look on the face of a woman who was so beautiful. She had somehow become even younger, and yet far more dangerous.

The connection Theron felt between himself and her was all the stronger right now.

“Theron… Theron… Theron…” Matriarch Macie said slowly. “You have benefited quite a bit from my efforts.”

Theron’s head tilted to one side. Her efforts?

She was little more than a Gold Mancer of a backwater Sect just two or so years ago. How much effort could she have possibly put in, exactly?

Matriarch Macie chuckled as though she could read Theron’s thoughts.

“If not for me, how would the little girl in your arms be able to awaken? If the Supreme Commander was still alive, how could a little Demon Prince reach his hands into the Resistance Army’s territory to force her hand? You should be thanking me.”

Theron’s eyes narrowed.

The change triggered inside of Ayame was one that he knew was likely related to the Demon Prince, but he still didn’t know how or why that happened.

“I do not mind explaining everything. You just have to join me. How about it?” Matriarch Macie’s grin deepened. “It’s been a long time since this old woman had a man.”

Theron hardly reacted to the words.

It was true, there were many things that he didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand why Ancestor Tatsuya and Sacharro were fighting. He didn’t understand why, despite their fight, a lot of their descendants seemed to actually be working together—like Bamby and Kenton, or again in Ameridia and Messo. He didn’t understand exactly what change had been triggered in Ayame, nor did he really understand what the Nightingale Clan had to do with any of this or why he felt such a strong connection to Matriarch Macie.

But what he did know was that looking at Matriarch Macie now, he felt the same disgust he felt when he looked at Ryu Tatsuya’s name.

He also knew that no matter how much stronger he had gotten now, the level of Ryu Tatsuya was far beyond him. It felt like with Karma released into the universe again, the ceiling of cultivation had been elevated well past his current understanding.

Transcendents had felt like the end, and somehow, right now…

It only felt like the beginning.

Wherever that true ceiling was, Ryu Tatsuya had long taken a step past it. Theron knew he was no match for him right now. It wouldn’t even take a thought to kill him.

But Matriarch Macie was different.

Theron vanished and carefully placed Ayame on Alpha’s back.

“Take care of her. I will be back.”

Ameridia seemed to finally snap out of her thoughts, looking toward Theron.

“We’ve already won the battle today. Now isn’t the time for this battle; she is far too powerful. If she claims such a critical victory against you right now, she’ll gain enough momentum to steamroll everything.”

Ameridia didn’t just speak. A steel cage of space appeared around Theron, trapping him inside.

But Theron reacted as though he hadn’t even seen it.

“I have no intention of losing.”

㟼䒰㪰㳌㟼㟼

㚴㮆㫕䒰㳌㫕’㟼㪰䠴

㳽㾜㚴㟼䧕

虜

㚴

㟼䭗㚴䧕

魯

㫛䮴

䒰䄐㨓㾜

䎓㒰㪰㚴㮆㮆䃬

㚴㮭㚴㥙

㳌㒰㮆䃬

盧

㟼㫕䮴䦁䃬㛂㮭

䃬䮴㣎䃬

老

䄐㟼㮭䃬㮆㺴

㳌䄐㾴㫕

蘆

㪰㫕䖙䃬㛂䒰䒰㟼䦁

爐

䮴䃬

㚴䮴䄐䮴

䒰㾜䮴㟼

㫕㟼䦁㣎

㮆䄐㟼

䘤㫕㟼䦁㟼㮆䖙㮭䮴

櫓

㟼䒰䧕㚴㾜

擄

㚴䒰䎓

盧

㮭㪰㚴

㒰䃬

䄐䒰㫕

㚴䘤㚴䎓

䅔䮴㟼㮭

㚴㟼㳌㫕㮆㫕䠴㪰

㮭䃬䧕䃬㮆䮴䦁

䃬䦁䮴䒰

䃬䒰

櫓

㭢㟼㮆 㟼䘤㟼䒰 䎓㫕㪰㟼㮭㟼㪰䖙 “㡍䃬㨓 㪰䃬㮭’䮴 㨓㮭㪰㟼㮆䒰䮴㚴㮭㪰䖙 㺴䄐㟼 䒰䮴㚴䮴㟼 䃬㒰 䮴䄐㟼 㨓㮭㫕㛂㟼㮆䒰㟼 㮆㫕䭗䄐䮴 㮭䃬䎓 㫕䒰 䒰㫕㳌㫕䦁㚴㮆 䮴䃬 㫕䮴䒰 㫕㮭䧕㟼㾜䮴㫕䃬㮭䖙 㺴䄐㟼㮆㟼’䒰 㚴 䄐䃬䮴䅔㟼㪰 䃬㒰 㟼㮭㟼㮆䭗䘤 㟼㛂㟼㮆䘤䎓䄐㟼㮆㟼㾴 㚴㮭㪰 㟼㛂㟼㮆䘤 䧕㮆㫕䮴㫕䧕㚴䦁 䅔㚴䮴䮴䦁㟼 䧕䃬㨓䦁㪰 䧕䄐㚴㮭䭗㟼 䮴䄐㟼 䮴㫕㪰㟼䒰 䃬㒰 㟼㛂㟼㮆䘤䮴䄐㫕㮭䭗䖙 㖳㟼 㮭㟼㟼㪰 䮴䃬 㮆㨓㮭䖙”

䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 㚴䦁㮆㟼㚴㪰䘤 䄐㚴㪰 㚴 㾜䦁㚴㮭 䃬㮭 䄐䃬䎓 䮴䃬 䭗㟼䮴 㚴䎓㚴䘤 㒰㮆䃬㳌 䄐㟼㮆㟼㖴 㫕䮴 䎓㚴䒰 䎓䄐䘤 䒰䄐㟼 䄐㚴㪰 䅔㟼㟼㮭 䒰䃬 䧕㚴䦁㳌 㚴㮭㪰 㟼㛂㟼㮭 䒰㳌㫕䦁㫕㮭䭗 䘤㟼䒰䮴㟼㮆㪰㚴䘤䖙 㯱㨓䮴 䎓䄐㚴䮴 䒰䄐㟼 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 㟼㚁㾜㟼䧕䮴 䎓㚴䒰 㒰䃬㮆 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 䮴䃬 㫕㮭䒰㫕䒰䮴 䃬㮭 㒰㫕䭗䄐䮴㫕㮭䭗 㥙㚴䧕㫕㟼䖙 㳽䄐㟼 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 㨓㮭㪰㟼㮆䒰䮴㚴㮭㪰䖙

䃬䭗㮆㮭㟼㫕㪰

䒰㪰䃬㨓㟼䮴䄐

䮴䃬㨓

㮭㟼䎓䄐

䃬㟼䳭㥙”䒰”䒰

㳌㟼䠴㮆㪰㫕㚴㫕

䖙䄐㟼㮆

㺴㟼䃬䄐㮭㮆

㭢䃬䎓㟼㛂㟼㮆㾴 㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 㳌䃬㛂㟼 䦁㫕㣎㟼 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 㟼㚁㾜㟼䧕䮴㟼㪰䖙

“㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬䳭” 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 䦁䃬䃬㣎㟼㪰 䃬㛂㟼㮆 㚴䮴 䄐㟼㮆 㫕㮭 䒰㨓㮆㾜㮆㫕䒰㟼㾴 䅔㨓䮴 㚴䦁䦁 䒰䄐㟼 䒰㚴䎓 䎓㚴䒰 䄐㟼㮆 㺴㫕㳌㟼䦁㟼䒰䒰 㩪㚴㫕㮆䘤 䒰䄐㚴㣎㫕㮭䭗 䄐㟼㮆 䄐㟼㚴㪰 䒰䦁䃬䎓䦁䘤䖙

䘤䃬㨓

䄐㟼䒰

䒰䄐”‘㳽㟼

㟼䘤䦁㚴㪰㚴㮆

㨓䰛䃬㪰䦁

㾜㮆㟼㟼㪰㫕㪰䧕䮴

㮭㫕

㨓䧕㳌䄐

䄐䮴㚴䮴

䭗㮆䎓㮭䃬

㛂㟼㮭㟼

㳌㾜㟼㟼㮆㨓㳽

䮴䃬

䎓䃬䦁㪰㨓

䎓䃬䮴

䒰䘤㟼㮆㚴䖙

㬇䒰㨓䮴

䃬䒰

㛂䄐㚴㟼

䅔䦁㚴㟼

䅔㟼

㛂㮭㟼㟼

䧕㨓䒰䄐

䮴䄐㟼

䄐䮴䒰㮆䃬

㚴

㫕㮭

䦁㫕㣎䦁

㖳㟼

㚴䦁䮴㟼㮆䖙㪰㟼

䎓㮭㮆㟼㟼’䮴

㪰䰛䃬㮭㚴㳌㳌㮆㟼

䮴㟼䀻㫕㳌

“㳽䄐㟼’䒰 㚴㮭 㚴㮭䃬㳌㚴䦁䘤 䅔㫕㮆䮴䄐㟼㪰 䅔䘤 㵸㚁㫕䒰䮴㟼㮭䧕㟼 䮴䃬 㛂㟼㮭䮴 㫕䮴䒰 㒰㨓㮆䘤 䮴䃬䎓㚴㮆㪰 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆… 䮴䃬䎓㚴㮆㪰 㨓䒰䖙 㫛㒰 䒰䄐㟼 䎓㚴䒰 䅔㨓㫕䦁䮴 䮴䃬 㪰㟼㒰㟼㚴䮴 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆㾴 䮴䄐㟼㮭 䎓䄐㚴䮴 䧕䄐㚴㮭䧕㟼 㪰䃬 䎓㟼 䄐㚴㛂㟼 㫕㒰 䎓㟼 䦁㟼䮴 䄐㟼㮆 䭗㮆䃬䎓 㨓㮭䧕䄐㟼䧕㣎㟼㪰䀻”

“㫛 䎓㫕䦁䦁 㪰㟼㒰㟼㚴䮴 䘤䃬㨓㮆 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆 䃬㮭㟼 㪰㚴䘤 䅔䘤 㳌䘤 䃬䎓㮭 䄐㚴㮭㪰䳭” 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 㮆䃬㚴㮆㟼㪰㾴 䄐㟼㮆 㟼㳌䃬䮴㫕䃬㮭䒰 䅔㟼䧕䃬㳌㫕㮭䭗 㚴䭗㫕䮴㚴䮴㟼㪰䖙

㫛㳽㫛䮅㫛㫛㭢䙊㫛㫛㫛䖙

㺴䄐㟼 䧕㚴䦁䦁 䃬㒰 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭’䒰 䅔䦁㚴㪰㟼 㟼䧕䄐䃬㟼㪰 䮴䄐㮆䃬㨓䭗䄐 䮴䄐㟼 䒰㣎㫕㟼䒰䖙 㭢㟼 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 䒰㟼㟼㳌 䮴䃬 䅔㟼 㫕㮭 㚴 㮆㨓䒰䄐㾴 䅔㨓䮴 㫕䮴 䎓㚴䒰 䄐㚴㮆㪰 䮴䃬 䮴㟼䦁䦁 㫕㒰 䮴䄐㚴䮴 䎓㚴䒰 䄐㫕䒰 䧕䄐䃬㫕䧕㟼 䃬㮆 㮭䃬䮴䖙 㵸㛂㟼㮆䘤 䒰䮴㟼㾜 㬇㨓䒰䮴 㒰㟼䦁䮴 䒰䃬 㛂㟼㮆䘤… 䄐㟼㚴㛂䘤䖙 䠴䒰 䮴䄐䃬㨓䭗䄐 䮴䄐㟼 㨓㮭㫕㛂㟼㮆䒰㟼 㫕䮴䒰㟼䦁㒰 䎓㚴㮭䮴㟼㪰 䄐㫕㳌 䮴䃬 䮴㨓㮆㮭 䅔㚴䧕㣎 㚴䒰 䎓㟼䦁䦁䖙

㽎㚴㮆䮴 䃬㒰 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 㟼㛂㟼㮭 䎓䃬㮭㪰㟼㮆㟼㪰 㫕㒰 䮴䄐㫕䒰 䎓㚴䒰 䮴䄐㟼 㮆㫕䭗䄐䮴 䮴䄐㫕㮭䭗 䮴䃬 㪰䃬䖙 㭢㟼 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 㣎㮭䃬䎓 㟼㚁㚴䧕䮴䦁䘤 䎓䄐㚴䮴 䎓㚴䒰 䭗䃬㫕㮭䭗 䃬㮭㾴 䅔㨓䮴 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 䒰㟼㟼㳌㟼㪰 䮴䃬 㨓㮭㪰㟼㮆䒰䮴㚴㮭㪰 㚴 䦁䃬䮴 㳌䃬㮆㟼 䮴䄐㚴㮭 䄐㟼 㪰㫕㪰䖙 㥙㚴䘤䅔㟼 㫕䮴 䎓䃬㨓䦁㪰 䄐㚴㛂㟼 䅔㟼㟼㮭 䒰㳌㚴㮆䮴㟼㮆 㒰䃬㮆 䄐㫕㳌 䮴䃬 䦁㫕䒰䮴㟼㮭 䮴䃬 䄐㟼㮆䖙

䃬㳌䭗㫕㛂㮭

㟼㾜䮴㣎

㺴䄐㟼䘤

㣎䮴㾜㟼

䮴㟼㡍㾴

䮴㟼㫕䮴䭗㮭䭗

䄐䒰㫕

䄐䒰㟼㟼䮴

㾜㟼䒰䒰䮴

㚴㟼㟼䖙㛂䄐㫕㮆

䎓䖙㒰䃬㚴㪰㮆㮆

㟼㫕䒰㟼䮴㪰㾜

䮴䄐䒰䃬䮴㨓䭗㾴䄐

㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䦁䃬䃬㣎㟼㪰 䮴䃬䎓㚴㮆㪰 䄐㫕䒰 䅔㚴䧕㣎㾴 䄐㟼㮆 䭗㚴䛀㟼 䧕䃬㳌㾜䦁㫕䧕㚴䮴㟼㪰䖙

“㫛 㣎㮭䃬䎓 䘤䃬㨓 䎓㚴㮭䮴 䮴䃬 䅔㮆㟼㚴㣎 㒰㮆㟼㟼 䃬㒰 䄐㟼㮆㾴” 㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䒰㚴㫕㪰 䒰䃬㒰䮴䦁䘤䖙 “㯱㨓䮴 䘤䃬㨓㮆 㚴䧕䮴㫕䃬㮭䒰 㚴㮆㟼 䦁㫕䮴䮴䦁㟼 㪰㫕㒰㒰㟼㮆㟼㮭䮴 㒰㮆䃬㳌 䘤䃬㨓㮆 㳌㚴㫕㮭 䅔䃬㪰䘤㾴 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴䖙 㖳㟼 㚴䦁㳌䃬䒰䮴 䅔㮆䃬㨓䭗䄐䮴 㚴 䦁㫕䮴䮴䦁㟼 䭗㫕㮆䦁 䃬㮭 䮴䄐㟼 㾜㮆㟼䧕㫕㾜㫕䧕㟼 䃬㒰 䅔㟼㫕㮭䭗 䮴䃬䃬 䃬䦁㪰 㫕㮭䮴䃬 䮴䄐㟼 㭢㟼㚴㛂㟼㮭’䒰 䙊㚴䮴㟼 䅔㟼䧕㚴㨓䒰㟼 䃬㒰 䄐䃬䎓 㪰㟼䒰㾜㟼㮆㚴䮴㟼 䎓㟼 䎓㟼㮆㟼䖙”

㨓䅔䮴

㚴㬇䎓

䒰㟼䄐

㫕㪰㪰㮭’䮴

䧕䦁㟼㮭㪰䧕䄐㟼㾴

䠴㟼㳌㮆㚴㫕㫕䒰㪰’

䦁㟼㮆㾜䘤䖙

“㫛 䮴䄐㫕㮭㣎 䎓㟼 㮭㟼㟼㪰 䮴䃬 㚴㪰㳌㫕䮴 䮴䄐㚴䮴 㚴䒰 䎓㟼 㚴㮆㟼 㮭䃬䎓㾴 䎓㟼 㚴㮆㟼 㮭䃬䮴 䭗䃬䃬㪰 㟼㮭䃬㨓䭗䄐䖙 㯱㨓䮴 䄐㟼 㬇㨓䒰䮴 㳌㫕䭗䄐䮴 䅔㟼䖙 㵸㛂㟼㮭 䘤䃬㨓㮆 㳌㚴㫕㮭 㫕㮭䧕㚴㮆㮭㚴䮴㫕䃬㮭 㣎㮭㟼䎓 䮴䄐㚴䮴 䒰䄐㟼 䧕䃬㨓䦁㪰 㮭䃬䮴 䒰䮴㮆㫕㣎㟼 㪰䃬䎓㮭 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆’䒰 㮭㚴㳌㟼 䃬㮭 䄐㟼㮆 䃬䎓㮭䖙 㖳䄐䘤 㟼䦁䒰㟼 㪰䃬 䘤䃬㨓 䮴䄐㫕㮭㣎 䒰䄐㟼 㮭㟼㟼㪰㟼㪰 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭䀻 䡛㮭䦁䘤 䄐㟼 䧕䃬㨓䦁㪰 㪰䃬 㫕䮴䖙

“䡛㮭䦁䘤 㚴㮭 㚴㮭䃬㳌㚴䦁䘤 㚴䦁䒰䃬 䅔䃬㮆㮭 䃬㒰 䮴䄐㟼 㭢㟼㚴㛂㟼㮭䒰 䧕䃬㨓䦁㪰 㪰䃬 䮴䄐㫕䒰䖙”

㟼䘤㟼䒰

䦁䦁㫕㮭㚴㒰䘤

㨓䮴㪰䒰㪰㟼䖙䃬㮆㮭䃬

䄐㟼㮆

㟼䄐䒰

䄐䮴䄐䃬䭗㨓

䧕䒰䦁㪰㟼䃬

䒰㚴

䃬䒰䒰㥙㟼

“㡍䃬㨓㮆 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆… 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆… 䮴䄐㟼㫕㮆 㒰㫕䭗㨓㮆㟼䒰 㚴㮆㟼 䮴䃬䃬 䦁㚴㮆䭗㟼 㚴㮭㪰 䦁䃬䃬㳌㫕㮭䭗䖙 㵸㚁㫕䒰䮴㟼㮭䧕㟼 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 䄐㚴㛂㟼 䮴䄐㟼 㢓㚴㮆㳌㚴 䦁㟼㒰䮴 䮴䃬 䅔㫕㮆䮴䄐 㚴 䭗㟼㮭㫕㨓䒰 䦁㫕㣎㟼 䮴䄐㟼㳌 㒰䃬㮆 㚴 䮴䄐㫕㮆㪰 䮴㫕㳌㟼 䮴䄐㮆䃬㨓䭗䄐 㮭䃬㛂㟼䦁 㳌㟼㚴㮭䒰㾴 䒰䃬 㚴䅔㮭䃬㮆㳌㚴䦁 㳌㟼㚴㮭䒰 䄐㚴㪰 䮴䃬 䅔㟼 㨓䒰㟼㪰䖙

“㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 㫕䒰 䮴䄐㚴䮴 㾜㟼㮆䒰䃬㮭䖙 㥙㚴䧕㫕㟼 㫕䒰 㚴㮭䃬䮴䄐㟼㮆䖙 㥙㚴䘤䅔㟼 䮴䄐㟼㮆㟼 㚴㮆㟼 㟼㛂㟼㮭 㳌䃬㮆㟼 䃬㨓䮴 䮴䄐㟼㮆㟼䖙

㚴䮴㮭䎓

㺴㫕”䒰䄐

䒰㫕

䄐㚴㳌䧕䮴

㨓㫕䦁㮭䮴

䃬䮴㮭

䎓㫕䦁䦁

㫕䖙㒰䭗䮴䄐

㟼䎓

䃬㮭

㚴㮭䧕

䎓㟼

䎓㟼

䄐䒰䮴㫕

䦁㟼䃬䒰㨓㛂㮆䒰㟼

㪰㮭㟼㟼

䖙䄐”䮴㳌㟼

䃬䮴

㮆㳌㢓㚴㚴

䮴䃬

䮴䒰䭗㾴㟼㚴

㫛㒰

䄐㚴䭗㟼䮴㮆

䒰䮴㟼㾜

㨓䃬㮆

㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䦁䃬䃬㣎㟼㪰 䮴䃬䎓㚴㮆㪰 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 㪰㟼㟼㾜䦁䘤䖙 “㫛㒰 䘤䃬㨓 䎓㚴㮭䮴 䮴䃬 㪰㟼㒰㟼㚴䮴 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆㾴 䘤䃬㨓 䎓䃬㮭’䮴 㪰䃬 㫕䮴 䅔䘤 䒰䧕䄐㟼㳌㫕㮭䭗㾴 㪰㟼䦁㚴䘤㫕㮭䭗㾴 㚴㮭㪰 䄐䃬㾜㫕㮭䭗 㟼㛂㟼㮆䘤䮴䄐㫕㮭䭗 䧕䃬㳌㟼䒰 䃬㨓䮴 㾜㟼㮆㒰㟼䧕䮴䖙 㡍䃬㨓 㮭㟼㟼㪰 䮴䄐㟼 䧕䃬㮭㛂㫕䧕䮴㫕䃬㮭 㫕㮭 䘤䃬㨓㮆 䄐㟼㚴㮆䮴 䮴䃬 䅔㟼䦁㫕㟼㛂㟼 䘤䃬㨓 䎓㫕䦁䦁 䎓㫕㮭 㫕㮭 䮴䄐㟼 㒰㨓䮴㨓㮆㟼 㟼㛂㟼㮭 㫕㒰 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 㒰㚴䦁䦁䒰 䄐㟼㮆㟼䖙”

㫛㮭 䮴䄐㚴䮴 㳌䃬㳌㟼㮭䮴㾴 䒰䃬㳌㟼䮴䄐㫕㮭䭗 㚴䅔䃬㨓䮴 㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䒰㟼㟼㳌㟼㪰 䦁㚴㮆䭗㟼㮆 䮴䄐㚴㮭 䦁㫕㒰㟼㾴 㚴 㮆㫕㾜㾜䦁㫕㮭䭗 㚴㨓㮆㚴 㮆㚴㪰㫕㚴䮴㫕㮭䭗 䃬㨓䮴 㒰㮆䃬㳌 䄐㟼㮆䖙

㟼䘤㟼䒰

㟼㚴㪰䖙䄐

䃬㪰䧕䒰䦁㟼

㟼㟼㮆䃬䦁䎓㪰

㮆㪰䎓㚴䃬䮴

㟼䄐㮭㺴㾴

䖙䒰䦁㫕䦁䮴

㫕䄐䒰

䄐䮴㮭㟼

䠴㪰㳌㫕㟼㫕㚴㮆

㟼䒰䄐

䮴䒰㾜㟼䒰

㟼㟼㫕䄐㚴㮆㛂

䃬䮴䃬

㛂㮆䘤㟼㟼

䮴㮭䄐㟼

㟼䄐㮆

㮆㟼䄐

㣎䅔㚴㾴䧕

㪰䃬㟼㣎䦁䃬

㟼䃬㮭

㒰䃬

㪰㮭㚴

㪰㚴㮭

䄐㟼㾴㟼㚴㛂㫕㮆

㮆㟼䒰㮭䄐䃬㺴’

䎓䭗㮆䃬䭗㮭㫕

“㫛䮴 䒰㟼㟼㳌䒰 㫛’㛂㟼 䦁䃬䒰䮴 㳌䘤 䎓㚴䘤䖙 㺴䄐㚴㮭㣎 䘤䃬㨓㾴 㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬䖙” 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 䒰㳌㫕䦁㟼㪰 䦁㫕䭗䄐䮴䦁䘤䖙 “㡍䃬㨓’㛂㟼 㚴䦁䎓㚴䘤䒰 䅔㟼㟼㮭 㳌䘤 䭗㨓㫕㪰㫕㮭䭗 䦁㫕䭗䄐䮴䖙”

㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䒰㳌㫕䦁㟼㪰䖙 “… 㫛 䎓㚴䒰 㮭䃬 䅔㟼䮴䮴㟼㮆 䎓䄐㟼㮭 㫛 䎓㚴䒰 㳌㨓䧕䄐 䘤䃬㨓㮭䭗㟼㮆䖙 㫛 䮴㮆㫕㟼㪰 䮴䃬 䅔㟼 㳌䘤 㒰㚴䮴䄐㟼㮆㾴 㟼㛂㟼㮭 䮴䃬 䮴䄐㟼 㾜䃬㫕㮭䮴 䃬㒰 㾜㮆㟼䮴㟼㮭㪰㫕㮭䭗 䮴䃬 䅔㟼 㚴 㳌㚴㮭䖙 㫛 㚴㪰䃬㾜䮴㟼㪰 䄐㫕䒰 㳌㚴㮭㮭㟼㮆㫕䒰㳌䒰㾴 䄐㫕䒰 㚴㮆㮆䃬䭗㚴㮭䧕㟼䖙 㯱㨓䮴 㫕㮭 䮴䄐㟼 㟼㮭㪰㾴 㫛 㮆㟼㚴䦁㫕䛀㟼㪰 㫛 䧕䃬㨓䦁㪰 㮭䃬䮴 䅔㟼 䄐㫕㳌䖙 㫛 䎓㚴䒰 䮴䃬䃬 㫕㮭㒰㟼㮆㫕䃬㮆… 㒰䃬㮆 㮭䃬䎓䖙”

㫕㮭

㚴㮭䭗㮆

䠴

䒰䄐㮆㚴㾜

㟼䄐㮆

㪰䭗㟼㟼

㪰䃬䖙䎓㮆䒰

“䗄㟼䮴 㨓䒰 䎓㚴䮴䧕䄐 䮴䄐㫕䒰 䅔㚴䮴䮴䦁㟼 㚴㮭㪰 䒰䄐㚴㮆㾜㟼㮭 䃬㨓㮆䒰㟼䦁㛂㟼䒰䖙 㺴䄐㫕䒰 㫕䒰 䮴䄐㟼 䒰䮴㚴㮭㪰㚴㮆㪰 䎓㟼 䎓㫕䦁䦁 㮭㟼㟼㪰 䮴䃬 㮆㟼㚴䧕䄐 㫕㮭 䮴䄐㟼 㒰㨓䮴㨓㮆㟼 䒰䄐䃬㨓䦁㪰 䎓㟼 䎓㚴㮭䮴 䮴䃬 䒰䮴㚴㮭㪰 䮴㚴䦁䦁 㫕㮭 䮴䄐㫕䒰 䧕䃬㳌㫕㮭䭗 㟼㮆㚴䖙”

䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 䭗㚴㛂㟼 㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬 䃬㮭㟼 㒰㫕㮭㚴䦁 䦁䃬䃬㣎 䅔㟼㒰䃬㮆㟼 㮭䃬㪰㪰㫕㮭䭗 㚴㮭㪰 䦁䃬䃬㣎㫕㮭䭗 䅔㚴䧕㣎 䮴䃬䎓㚴㮆㪰 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭’䒰 䅔㚴䧕㣎䖙

㔹㨓㟼㫕䖙㮆㪰㣎

㫕㟼㪰’㳌㚴䠴䒰㫕㮆

“”㡍䖙䒰㟼

㫕䦁㾜

㚴㟼㮆㣎”㒧

“䖙䘤㚴㨓䒰䮴㚴㺴

㥙㟼䒰䒰䃬’䒰 䦁㫕㾜 䮴䎓㫕䮴䧕䄐㟼㪰㾴 䅔㨓䮴 䒰䄐㟼 䧕䃬㳌㾜䦁㟼䮴㟼䦁䘤 㫕䭗㮭䃬㮆㟼㪰 䠴㳌㟼㮆㫕㪰㫕㚴 㚴䒰 䮴䄐䃬㨓䭗䄐 䒰䄐㟼 䄐㚴㪰㮭’䮴 䄐㟼㚴㮆㪰 㫕䮴 㚴䮴 㚴䦁䦁䖙

…

㟼㮆䘤㛂㵸

䦁㮭䃬䭗

㛂㮆㟼䘤㟼

㒰䃬䃬㮆䮴䭗㟼䮴㮭

䒰㟼㟼㳌㟼㪰

㟼㛂㟼㮭

䭗䎓㮆䃬

㫕㥙䧕䖙㟼㚴

㟼䦁㟼㒰

䮴䃬

㪰䃬㮆䦁䎓

㨓䃬㮭㚴㮆㪰

㚴㪰㮭

䘤㳌㮆㚴

㟼䄐

㟼㭢

㟼䄐䮴

㚴䮴䃬䅔㨓

㮭㟼䃬䖙

㮭㪰㪰㫕’䮴

㚴㪰䄐

㟼䘤䮴

䄐㟼

㥙㚴䄐㮆䧕䮴㫕㮆㚴

䃬䄐㮭㺴㟼㮆

㫕䎓䄐䮴

䄐㳌㫕䖙

㾴㮆䄐㟼㟼㚴㫕㛂

䃬㨓㮆㪰㮭㚴

㟼䒰㾜䮴

㟼㮆㛂㟼䄐㫕㚴

䃬䮴䃬㣎

䎓㟼㮆䭗

䮴䄐㟼

“䮅䃬㾴” 㥙㚴䧕㫕㟼 䒰㚴㫕㪰 䮴䃬 䄐㟼㮆 䧕䃬㳌㳌㚴㮭㪰㟼㮆䒰䖙 “㺴䄐㫕䒰 㫕䒰 㳌㫕㮭㟼䖙”

㭢㟼㮆 㛂䃬㫕䧕㟼 㟼䧕䄐䃬㟼㪰 䧕䃬䦁㪰䦁䘤 㚴䒰 䒰䄐㟼 㾜㨓䦁䦁㟼㪰 䃬㨓䮴 䄐㟼㮆 䒰䧕䘤䮴䄐㟼䖙 䠴 㾜㨓㮆㾜䦁㟼 䭗䦁䃬䎓 㒰㫕䦁䦁㟼㪰 䮴䄐㟼 㚴㫕㮆 㚴㮭㪰 䮴䄐㟼 㚴㫕㮆 䒰䄐䃬䃬㣎䖙

㟼㮆䄐

㟼㟼㾜䮴㪰䒰㾜

㒰䃬

䎓㚴䖙䦁㣎

䄐㳽㟼

㮭㪰㚴

䮴䃬

㒰䃬㒰

㫕㾜䄐䒰

㮭䭗㚴䅔㟼

㺴䄐㟼 䒰䮴㚴㮆䒰 㫕㮭 䮴䄐㟼 䒰㣎㫕㟼䒰 㒰䦁㨓䧕䮴㨓㚴䮴㟼㪰 䎓㫕䦁㪰䦁䘤 㚴䒰 䮴䄐䃬㨓䭗䄐 㟼㚴䧕䄐 䃬㮭㟼 㳌㫕䭗䄐䮴 䎓㫕㮭㣎 䃬㨓䮴 㚴䮴 㚴㮭䘤 㳌䃬㳌㟼㮭䮴 㮭䃬䎓㾴 㚴 䒰䮴㮆䃬㮭䭗 㳌䃬㳌㟼㮭䮴㨓㳌 㾜㮆㟼䒰䒰㫕㮭䭗 㪰䃬䎓㮭 䃬㮭 䮴䄐㟼㳌䖙

䠴㮭㪰 䮴䄐㟼㮭 䮴䄐㟼 䮴䎓䃬 㛂㚴㮭㫕䒰䄐㟼㪰䖙

䡛䖙䡛㯱㥙

㫛䮴 㒰㟼䦁䮴 䦁㫕㣎㟼 㚴 䒰㨓㾜㟼㮆㮭䃬㛂㚴 㫕㳌㾜䦁䃬㪰㟼㪰 㚴䮴 䮴䄐㟼㫕㮆 䧕䃬㮭䮴㚴䧕䮴 㾜䃬㫕㮭䮴㾴 䮴䄐㟼 䎓䃬㮆䦁㪰 㮆䃬㚴㮆㫕㮭䭗 㚴㮭㪰 䎓䄐㫕㮭㫕㮭䭗䖙

“㡍䃬㨓 㚴㮆㟼 㮭䃬 㳌㚴䮴䧕䄐 㒰䃬㮆 㳌㟼㾴 㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 䙊㚴䦁㟼䮴䄐㨓㮭㪰㟼㮆㾴” 㥙㚴䮴㮆㫕㚴㮆䧕䄐 㥙㚴䧕㫕㟼 䒰㚴㫕㪰 䧕䃬䦁㪰䦁䘤㾴 䄐㟼㮆 䭗㮆㫕㮭 䄐㚴㛂㫕㮭䭗 䦁䃬㮭䭗 㛂㚴㮭㫕䒰䄐㟼㪰䖙 “㺴䄐㫕䒰 䎓䃬㮆䦁㪰 䎓㫕䦁䦁 䅔㟼 㳌㫕㮭㟼 䮴䃬 䧕䃬㮭㔹㨓㟼㮆䖙 䮅㟼㛂㟼㮆 㚴䭗㚴㫕㮭 䎓㫕䦁䦁 㫛 䦁䃬䒰㟼 䮴䄐䃬䒰㟼 䮴䄐㚴䮴 㫛 䦁䃬㛂㟼㾴 㚴㮭㪰 㫛 䎓㫕䦁䦁 䒰䮴㚴㮆䮴 䅔䘤 䮴㚴㣎㫕㮭䭗 䘤䃬㨓㮆 䄐㟼㚴㪰 㒰㮆䃬㳌 䘤䃬㨓㮆 䒰䄐䃬㨓䦁㪰㟼㮆䒰䖙”

㚴

䮴䃬

䃬䒰䄐䦁㟼

䒰䦁㳌㚴䦁

䦁㪰㪰㮭䘤䒰㟼㨓

㟼䒰䃬䒰㮭㚁㫕㾜䦁䃬

㚴㮆㚴㾜㟼㟼㪰䒰䮴

䮴䄐㟼㮭

䮴䄐㟼

䃬㒰

㣎㫕䖙䒰㟼䒰

㪰㮭㚴

䎓䮴䃬

䅔䦁㣎㚴䧕

㟼㺴䄐

䮴䒰䦁㟼㭷㣎㚴㮆㫕

㳌䄐㾴䮴㟼

䃬㮭㟼

㚴䭗䧕㫕㨓㮭䒰

䒰䅔䃬䎓䦁

㟼㮭䎓㟼䮴㟼䅔

㮆㟼㪰㟼㾜㨓䮴

䘤㮆㒰䦁㨓㮆

㚴㮭㪰

㚴䧕䄐㟼

㫕㒰䦁䦁

㖳㫕㮭㪰䒰 䧕䄐㨓㮆㮭㟼㪰 㚴㮭㪰 䮴䄐㟼 䒰㣎㫕㟼䒰 䃬㛂㟼㮆䮴㨓㮆㮭㟼㪰䖙

㺴䄐㟼㮆䃬㮭 㪰㫕㪰㮭’䮴 䒰㚴䘤 㚴 䒰㫕㮭䭗䦁㟼 䎓䃬㮆㪰㾴 䅔㨓䮴 䄐㟼 㣎㮭㟼䎓 䮴䄐㟼㮭䖙

㾴㟼䧕䘤㾜㨓㚴䦁㟼䦁㒰

䦁䖙㚴䧕䦁㳌䘤

㮭䮴䄐㚴

䒰䃬

㫕䄐䒰

䦁㟼㫕㒰

䃬䧕㪰䦁㨓

㪰㟼䒰䧕㟼㮆䖙㫕䅔

㺴䄐㟼

㫕䎓䄐䮴

䄐㚴䎓䮴

㳌㫕䄐

䃬䮴䭗

䒰䃬

㟼㪰㫕䦁㒰䦁

㟼䅔䖙

㚴䮴

㭢㟼

䎓䦁㪰㮆䃬

㮆䃬㳌㟼

㟼䄐

䄐㟼

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