. . . . . . I was caught off guard.

I thought I had killed him for sure.
I guess that means I'm getting on in my years.

Blood gushes out vigorously from the deep wound.
Unable to stand, I fall heavily to the ground.

What happened to Emmy? . . . . .

When I look around, I see Emmy unharmed.
She's throwing rocks at the cult guy.

A resounding roar echoes.
Haha, that's not the type of roar someone can make by just using [stone throwing] Emmy. . .
That bald man will die, although I can't be sure if you will be the one to do it.

"Master. . . ."
Emmy, who likely knocked the man unconscious, immediately runs to me and tries to stop the bleeding.
I appreciate it but I can tell it's too late, I felt the life draining out of me slowly.

"Master, Master"

Oh, Emmy.
My beloved disciple.
My dear, dear. . . granddaughter.

Please don't cry.
This is well deserved.
In fact, this came too late.

From infants to the elderly.
I was an assassin who killed anyone if my employer had the money.

Being born as a cursed child. . . Having no friends or family.
I didn't even notice when I started doing that line of work, but during it I never felt a pang in my conscience.
My title, "Ashgo's Grim Reaper", were just big words that meant nothing.
I'm trash, a dung beetle that has taken lives yet still lives unaffected by it.

Emmy. . . For me, are you going to cry for me? 

". . . . . . . . ."

I manage to grab her hand and squeeze tightly.

". . . Thank you."

Your presence saved me, I was happy for the first time because of you.

Sorry.
I'm so sorry Emmy.

You don't know my name, my livelihood, my origins. . . . Nothing.
I didn't tell you anything, I was scared you would leave me if I did.

I'm a coward.
I hid the truth just to keep my happiness.

It's so hard to let go of happiness.

I've lived by robbing others of that happiness, myself included.
Such a man should die early.

Ah.
I'm sorry Emmy.
Don't let your training end halfway.
I wanted to teach you more. . . I wanted to train you more.

But, I'm sure you'll be fine Emmy.
You're a genius.
The basics have been taught, even if you are left alone, you will become stronger.

By now, my consciousness has begun to blur.

". . . . . . . But, m-master. . . ."

Ah.
So, this is what I'll hear last.
It's crazy.

Well, okay.

Emmy.
The time as my beloved disciple, the time as my beloved granddaughter. . . . . Good luck.

And on the verge of death, for the first time in my life, I prayed to God.

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