MTL regressor instruction manual (side stories)

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Regressor Instruction Manual Chapter 1005

You reap what you sow (12)

ah.

that...

The dream of a summer night

ah.

that

Memories of a midsummer day.

This story is short but intense, impulsive but beautiful about the bond between an angel of resurrection and a twisted hero.

A story that no one will ever forget for the rest of their lives. It was a story about their memories.

It was a short moment for the angel of resurrection who had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, but for the fallen hero,

It must have been an eternity of waiting that could not be compared to anything else.

The first meeting between the hero who tried to hide his wounds and the angel of resurrection who showed all his wounds was somewhat different, but I thought that we would never understand each other for the rest of our lives.

As with all stories, it has become a relationship where you can embrace each other's wounds.

"Bahamut..."

'I really hope this bastard hasn't been hanging on to that one feather for that long time.'

How long you've been in a relationship doesn't define the depth of your bond. Like that midsummer night's dream, it was a memory that would be forgotten if I closed my eyes and opened it, it was a really short moment.

But someone couldn't forget that brief moment for the rest of their lives.

We shared pleasant stories, went for a walk listening to the cicadas cry, had in-depth discussions and shared glasses, and made our stories bloom under the night sky as friends.

'Do you still remember??'

The practice of sweating swordsmanship together, the first meeting at a social church, and the precious memories secretly made on the terrace.

'and...'

and.....

Until the very end, when nothing but regrets remained.

I don't know how many stories I wanted to tell. It wasn't your fault, it was a simple accident, and I wanted to tell you that it wasn't your fault.

I wanted to tell you that everything is over now, that you can stop and rest now. A short meeting is meaningful because there was a breakup that left regrets. If I hadn't had any regrets, this situation might not have come to me.

'I thought only I would remember.'

is such a setting.

I didn't expect him to remember such short memories either. Who would have known that, relying on a small feather, he would injure himself and turn into a beast-like figure.

The guilt of not realizing that this beast was Bahamut weighed down his body.

It is an undeniable fact that it is a disgusting monster, but you can see that the inner Bahamut is quietly sleeping.

He has a lot of things he wants to say, and he wants to say he's sorry. There is only one person who can reach out to the guy no one else has reached out to. It must be the angel of resurrection that has been dormant for tens of thousands of years.

I should have told you quickly.

Before he gets hurt even more, I should have conveyed this sincere voice... . Of course, before I could give my voice to him, there was one more person I had to talk to first. While I was running out of breath, I had no choice but to direct my voice to the communication channel all.