I’m Not a Regressor - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Snowy Fields (2)

"Keuk, Ugh!" Blood fountained from Ohjin’s mouth, and a searing pain spread over his shoulder as if someone were pressing a red-hot iron into his skin. The pain spread like poison and ate away at his reasoning.

"Heup!" He did his best to suppress the dizzying pain as he used his folding knife to stab down toward Kasia’s arm, which was still around his waist.

Craaaack—!

He felt unexpectedly strong resistance, but had the attack worked to some extent? Her hold on him weakened for a moment, and he used the opportunity to leap away and distance himself from her. Before she could react, he took an emergency potion from the bag he always carried and poured it over the stump of his right arm.

"Huh. You're a shrewd liar." Kasia licked the blood flowing from her forearm and threw Ohjin's right arm to the floor like it was trash.

"Sis...ter...?" Isabella, who had been trying to make a hole in the shadow wall, looked down at Ohjin’s arm, her eyes wide with surprise. "What... are you doing?" She gave Kasia a stiff look, and a thick layer of bloodlust rose from her eyes.

"Huh? I'm just punishing a liar."” Isabella's gaze went cold. Looking down at Ohjin's arm, she stopped breaking through the wall and turned toward Kasia. "How dare you..." The sound of her fingernails breaking cracked through the air. "How dare you... Ohjin's arm..."

Crack—

Crimson blood flowed down her ruined nails and formed into a red sickle. Any warmth she held toward Kasia was long gone.

"Stop, Isabella!" Ohjin yelled.

She couldn't stop. She couldn’t let someone who’d dared to harm her Ohjin be, even if that person was her biological sister, whom she had been anxiously trying to find for 10 years. Isabella clasped the red sickle and leaped forward.

Spurt—!

A blood-red path sprouted before Isabella as she glided forward and swung her sickle.

“You dare attack your older sister? It seems you’re as bad-mannered as always.” Kasia clenched her fist as if clutching the air and let out a cold laugh. The shadows climbed up her body and gathered in her hands to form a long staff with two snakes at the end holding emerald bells.

Ring—

The bells rang out, and a shadow exploded from the staff to strike Isabella’s sickle.

Kagagagagak—!

Isabella was pushed back by the impact. “You’re the one with the bad habit,” she said before she drew her palm along the blade of her sickle. Her blood welled up into blades and shot toward Kasia.

“You don’t know anything, and you dare say such a thing?” Kasia's dull eyes bored into Isabella, and the gem on her forehead emitted a grim, black glow. She swung her staff, sending her shadowy snakes forward in a barrier that collided with Isabella’s projectile. The ground tore apart like paper, and one of the nearby rides collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Flow." Isabella turned her injured palm downward, causing her blood to gather in a circular puddle that dyed the earth red. Hundreds of bloody flowers bloomed around her, making it seem like she was standing in a garden of blood. She slowly raised her sickle.

"Hey, those are pretty flowers." Without a moment of hesitation, Kasia walked into the garden of bloody flowers, plucked one of the odd plants from the blood puddle, and burst into laughter. "Come to think of it, do you remember the flower crown you made me when we were children?

It was a memory from back in the sprawling Colagrande garden. Back then, Isabella had smiled warmly and held a wreath of wildflowers as Kasia sat in a wheelchair and shared the moment. The precious memory was so far in the past that they couldn’t remember exactly when it was.

Those doctor’s words had felt like a death sentence. She didn’t remember the exact name of the disease, but it caused the muscles of her legs, waist, arms, and body to be dysfunctional and harden like stone. It was an incurable disease that couldn’t be cured by the Colagrande family's enormous financial power.

In the end, all she could do was experience the progression of her symptoms and wait for death in her wheelchair.

-Kasia! Look at this!

Back when Isabella had smiled and given her the crown of wildflowers, she’d felt miserable and jealous to see her sister running around in good health while she was trapped in a wheelchair.

Still, she’d smiled and pretended it was okay and that nothing was bothering her. She believed it was the best way to make sure her loved ones weren’t sad. Then, one day, she awoke late at night and went into the hallway, which was where she’d overheard a conversation between her mother and father.

-Still, it’s a relief.

What was a relief?

-If even Isabella was afflicted, I... haa.

Her mother’s sigh had sounded somewhat relieved. The moment Kasia overheard that conversation, her world fell apart. Her life, the life of Kasia Colagrande, was merely something to be relieved about somebody else not having.

Like blank paper when drawing lots, nobody wanted or hoped for her—she was fated to be crumpled and thrown in the trash. She lost everything that day. Her sweet father, her sweet mother, and her lovely sister... even herself.

After some time, according to family rules, she was placed in a hospital in Iceland. It wasn't unfair or sad, and she didn't have anything anyway. All she had was a body that was falling apart. She’d been abandoned by the family once more when a huge fissure leading to the Demon Realm opened.

No one took care of her when the monsters flooded in like a tsunami. In the end, she’d collapsed in the middle of a snowy field, alone in a blizzard on the seemingly endless sheet of white. The cold had felt cold enough to cut her.

She recalled that freezing memory and looked up at the dark, moonless sky. "Ah." Kasia lowered her head, stumbled, and lifted her staff. "His words... must be obeyed." That recollection had reminded her of the day she waited for death to come—that unbreakable nightmare.

“That way...” If she followed his orders, she would never be abandoned aga—

"Blue Lightning!” Lightning fell from the sky and pierced through her.

Kasia stepped back and groaned.

Ta-ang—!

Ohjin shot a wire toward Isabella and pulled her to him. "Whoo." He held the still-gasping Isabella with his remaining arm.

“Haa, haa. You're alright now, Ohjin," Isabella said as she gasped for air and stood. She continued, creating a red sickle again. "I'll buy you time, so in the meantime, run away. I’ll make a small gap for you in the shadow wall."

"No." Ohjin shook his head, rejecting her plan. "It would be better to fight together." Even if he wanted to run away, he couldn't—everything was covered in shadows. Even if Isabella opened the way for him, he couldn’t leave her behind.

“...” When Isabella saw Ohjin somehow stand up and prepare to fight with only one arm left, she put a hand on his shoulder and sighed before commanding, "Run away."

"Eugh!" Regardless of his will, Ohjin’s body moved on its own accord. "Isabella!"

"I'm sorry, Ohjin." Isabella gave him a sad smile. "I felt the same way back then." She winked at him, gripped her sickle, and leaped at Kasia again.