Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

18 - Sinful Encounter.

Any art that appears in this story isn't and will never be mine!

Writing style:

Y/N = {Your name}

L/N = {Surname or middle name}

E/C = {Eye color}

H/C = {Hair color}

Format:

"[Y/N]: No way!" For dialogues.

"As the gently breeze of the wind pass..." For general occurrences.

"Even after that..." For inner thoughts.

"Al SHAMAK!" For special moments.

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The rhythmic clatter of dragon hooves against the worn dirt road echoed through the vast plains, mingling with the gentle rustle of the morning breeze. The convoy moved in perfect harmony, a testament to the discipline of Crusch’s forces. The land dragons, trained to endure long journeys, pulled the heavy dragon carriages without faltering, their breathing steady despite the weight of their precious and grotesque cargo—the remains of the White Whale. Its defeat had been a monumental victory, a testament to the combined strength of the allied forces. Yet, despite this triumph, an unshakable unease settled over the hearts of two particular individuals within the procession.

Seated in one of the carriages, her hands clenched tightly over her chest, was Rem. Her usually serene blue eyes were clouded with concern, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon as though she could will an answer to appear. The moment had been fleeting, yet its impact lingered like a stubborn shadow in her mind. Y/N had been there—his presence a beacon of strength amidst the chaos. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. No warning, no sign of struggle. Just... vanished.

Her heart ached at the memory.

"Y/N-sama... where are you?"

Her mind replayed the events over and over, searching for any detail she might have missed. Had he been wounded? No, she would have noticed. Had someone taken him? But why would the enemy capture him and leave no trace behind? Had he left by his own choice? No... no, that wasn’t possible. Y/N was not the kind of man who would abandon a battle without reason. He had made a promise—to fight alongside them until the end. To defeat the White Whale and the Witch’s Cult. That promise was not one he would break.

Then why?

Her grip tightened, the fabric of her uniform creasing under the pressure of her trembling fingers. The thought of Y/N in danger, alone and possibly suffering, gnawed at her relentlessly. The idea that she was here, sitting idly while he could be facing unspeakable peril, made her stomach churn with guilt. She had failed to protect him. She should have been watching him more closely. She should have been there when he disappeared. She should have—

No.

Rem inhaled sharply, shaking her head to dispel the spiral of self-recrimination. This was not the time to succumb to despair. Y/N would not want that. If she truly wished to honor him, then she needed to trust him. To believe in his strength, just as he had always believed in hers. And yet, even with that resolve, the fear lingered, an unrelenting whisper in the back of her mind.

Seated a short distance away, Crusch Karsten observed Rem in silence. The oni girl’s distress was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual composure she carried. Crusch was not one to let emotions dictate her actions, but even she could not deny the discomfort coiling in her chest. Y/N’s disappearance was unnatural. It defied logic. And Crusch despised the unexplained.