Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 77: Her Death (2) II

Chapter 77: Her Death (2) II

Jason pulled himself away from her body, getting to his feet as the realization clawed at him.

He stood there, the scent of blood still vibrant, he trembled – not from sorrow, but from the fear of what awaited him.

"When I came to this world I didn’t think much about it, I always considered it as ’the novel world’ because all of its events would be based on what happened in the novel." Jason admitted to himself.

He had consumed the tales that were created by the author, the stories of the main cast’s heroic efforts, their deaths and their losses. Resilient characters that fought with their lives, and sometimes losing it in the process.

"When the main cast lost something precious to them, they could always move forward. Me... I can’t even feel anything!!" He continued, speaking aloud.

Frankly speaking, Jason didn’t know how to feel in this.

"That was probably dumb."

"Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that you would die, I always thought that I would be able to come in time. Just like a protagonist." He chuckled at the thought, it seemed childish to him now.

"But I’m not the protagonist. I’m just nobody."

"Emily..." He paused. "You deserved better."

"Not someone like me who doesn’t even feel anything after your death."

Jason didn’t know how to react to this, he just knew that he had to do this, for his sake.

He took a step back, his sharp eyes glancing around the room that he had spent his life in.

"I feel like this is my fault, it probably is. After all, I actually believed the clan guardian would watch over you in case something like this happened.

I was pretty stupid for trusting her."

He looked one last time at the body.

’The least I can do is give her a proper burial.’

Jason went outside to his lawn, his eyes examined the area as he looked at the grass that occupied only his living area.

The clouds blocking the sun had gone, allowing the hot sun to bring its heat without any difficulties.

He moved towards the side, the edge of his lawn where he barely passed by.

Immediately Jason set to work, he dug the earth with his bare hands, just because he lacked the basic tools to dig the earth didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

Jason dug a hole of six foot deep and six foot wide, it was bigger than her height, but he would prefer if it went in without any hitch.

By the time he finished fifteen minutes had passed.

"Barely any time has passed." Jason muttered to himself.

He looked at his hands, only a day had passed since he got his right arm back and he was already using it.

Jason went back into his home, he stared at the corpse of the girl.

He didn’t feel a rush of emotion looking at her, he felt neutral.

He raised her up and carried her, going through the door with the body in tow.

He arrived at the hole in the ground.

Jason lowered her body slowly into the grave he had prepared.

"I guess this is goodbye..." Saying those words he felt something roll down his face.

He felt a ting of sadness.

Just a bit, but that was enough.

A single tear streaked down his eyes.

"...Emily, rest in peace."

Jason covered the hole with the earth he had removed, his eyes fixated on her body before it was finally covered up.

...(Hereon)

Hereon trudged slowly towards his home.

As he walked his mind was clouded by many thoughts, but the most prevalent of all of them was his sister.

But then again, his mind still wandered towards the evaluation.

When the elder called out eighty-one hearts he was confused because he only gathered forty, he also added his sister’s forty hearts to make it eighty. But his confusion evidently faded as he remembered what the elder had told Jason.

He was just checking for the amount of items in the space ring, and using his knowledge of the amount of healing potions each person he was able to determine how many other objects were inside.

Frankly speaking, you could trick them by filling your space ring with rocks, twigs and branches, and the elder wouldn’t even know.

But he carried the space ring, once they brought out the supposed hearts so that they could use it to produce treasures the person would undoubtedly be found out.

Before Hereon left the evaluation hall he requested to the elder to take his space ring early, the elder had obviously denied his request.

Hereon stared at the ring on his middle finger.

After telling the old man the truth, the ring was emptied out of hearts and promptly given to him.

"I still can’t believe it." His voice was filled with his regret.

"If only I hadn’t been so weak." He muttered again, clenching his hands as he walked.

"If I had been smarter, if I used the treasure against the sub-boss instead of Jason. She would still be alive."

After he was done paying his final respects to his sister, he would be summoned by his father.

The old man would inquire about his failure.

If Hereon told him the truth the old man would be skeptical, or would out rightly dismiss his notion as a lie.

"Even if father knows the truth what difference would it make?" Hereon asked himself. "He will still punish me for failure, as a way to vent out his frustration."

The reward for failure was punishment.

Hereon was the son of the second elder, in case Zane died unexpectedly he was third in line for the position for heir.

But the daughter of the first elder had perished in the dungeon, killed when the dungeon boss squashed her head.

"Once upon a time I wanted to become replace Zane and the daughter of the first elder." Hereon sobbed, tears dripping down from his face. "How foolish of me, I should have been happy with my sister."

He smiled sadly.

With the death of the daughter of the first elder he would be next in line if something were to happen to Zane. For that reason, the punishment wouldn’t be as harsh as it was supposed to be.

"The least I can do for Titania is carry out what she wanted." Hereon’s smile faltered, quickly replaced by the sadness.

"She wanted the dark skin dead – Jason – so the least I can do for her is to make what she wanted come true."

It wasn’t just a sad man crying to himself, it was a vow.

A vow that he wouldn’t break, one that he would carry on, even if it meant that he would die.

"I’ll make a pact." He decided, a resolve forming in him.

A vow that will bind him to his words, so he could never go back on them.

"Titania, what you said was wrong." He said aloud as he reached his home.

"I was a terrible brother." He told the ring.

"But you were the best sister I could have asked for, that’s why you left, I’m undeserving of you. However, I’ll try to make your words come through.

I’ll try to be the best brother you could have asked for."