‘Why did you choose me?’

It was such an unexpected question that Chi-Woo stared at Ru Amuh blankly without answering.

“I’ve been trying my hardest to figure out the reason since that day.” Ru Amuh continued without looking away. “I thought hard about how I should use my powers from then on and did everything I could.” It wasn’t a lie. While they were marching, Ru Amuh had been struggling the most. He was the only person who had regained a tiny bit of his original heroic power. Thus, there were many responsibilities for him to shoulder and many roles for him to play, and he busied around all day long to help. He always stood at the forefront and tried to lead everyone. It was then he realized that no matter how long he led the group as a hero, he couldn’t give hope to those behind him like Chi-Woo had.

“This power…isn’t mine. It’s not a power I should’ve gained,” Ru Amuh said. “Those who died didn’t sacrifice themselves with me in their minds. They were thinking about you.” Ru Amuh lifted his sword slowly as he declared, “This sword is too heavy for me.”

“…”

“The sword you gave me feels so heavy that I just want to let it go.” After coming to Liber, Ru Amuh had to come to terms with his helplessness and incapability daily. That was why he envied and admired Chi-Woo in equal measure. Unlike the weakling Ru Amuh considered himself as, Chi-Woo had proven himself in crucial moments, which attested to the importance of his presence on Liber. Above all, he had taught everyone to not lose hope. Ru Amuh couldn’t do that. Rather than proving himself as a hero, he almost died. He had managed to...