The Main Characters That Only I Know Chapter 242

# The main characters only I know episode 243

Dream of a better world. -Quixote-

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Wow. Yoohyeon bit her lip.

Are you suddenly waking up from a dream? Is it really now that the clear conditions have been met?

‘I can’t do that.’

Yuhyeon thought.

If you accept Don Quixote’s words here and leave, then everything will really end.

The end of the world of ideas. The end of all stories.

The reason he came all this way with this man was not just to see this.

“I don’t like it.”

Yuhyeon supported Don Quixote and forced himself to stand up.

“Sancho?”

“Didn’t you say you would go to the driver’s hometown? You said you were going back. Or have you been lying to me all this time?”

“that… … .”

“We came all the way here and you’re telling me to just leave? “I don’t like it.”

Even when I thought about it myself, it was difficult to understand why I was so stubborn.

just.

I was just annoyed.

I thought that if I didn’t do it like this, it wouldn’t work.

“Let’s go back. “To my hometown.”

The story of this world is not over yet.

Yuhyeon, carrying Don Quixote on her back, approached Rocinante with unsteady steps.

Is it because the illusion that consumed this world has disappeared?

Rocinante, who boasted muscles like steel, had become an old and sick horse. Rocinante, who was struggling even to stand up, was so miserable that it was pitiful to see.

Where has the famous horse that commanded the world with the last knight gone, and are only the horses left here that are dying of disease?

I didn’t even have time to be sad about that.

“Rocinante.”

Call your name quietly.

Rocinante, who had fallen, barely got up and made eye contact with Yuhyeon.

Rocinante’s half-closed eyes were looking at his owner who was riding on Yoohyeon’s back.

“Let’s go together. “To the knight’s hometown.”

Purr.

however.

Rocinante refused Yuhyeon’s words.

This horse, which I had fought with just a moment ago, cried and turned its back in a weak voice that could not even feel the remnants of its life force.

He said that he would stay here and that if he was going to go, he should go alone.

“… … okay. I see.”

Yoohyeon no longer bothered Rocinante.

With Don Quixote on his back, he set off, leaving Rocinante behind.

We’ve been together until now, but everyone here knows that we can’t do that anymore.

Hwiiing.

The presence is getting farther away.

Rocinante felt a loose wind blowing over the hill. Those blurry eyes looked towards the back of their owner who was slowly moving away.

Eventually, the two figures disappeared beyond sight.

dump. Rocinante, who had been standing still and watching, soon fell to the side.

Death approaches.

From the moment he was facing Yoohyeon, these words were already reaching their limit. Instead of making an effort to reveal it, the only reason he was forced to turn his back on them was loyalty to his master.

Even though it was a tiny creature that couldn’t even speak, it didn’t want to get in the way of its owner, so it somehow managed to hold on with its last remaining strength, and this was the end of it.

Yoohyeon also knew this, so she left him behind, as Rocinante wished.

Purr.

Rocinante, who had fallen, snorted.

I thought my adventure with that man was fun. Traveling through the plains together, defeating evil, and seeing beautiful scenery.

I want to go to the end of the world with that man.

That’s what I thought.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The wind blew across the plateau, where even the warmth had disappeared.

Rocinante closed his eyes and dreamed.

The image of himself running across the meadow with Don Quixote on his back, his white and dazzling mane blowing in the wind.

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Yoohyeon continued walking with Don Quixote on her back.

Toward El Toboso, Don Quixote’s hometown.

[Do you know the location?]

‘I don’t know.’

I don’t know the location. Yoohyeon didn’t even know where the path he was taking was leading.

‘But strangely, I don’t think this path is wrong.’

It wasn’t just a guess. The more he slowly climbed up this hill with Don Quixote on his back, the more Yoohyeon felt that he was being led by something invisible.

It’s here. This is El Toboso.

The beautiful village that Don Quixote talked about, his hometown.

Don Quixote must have been feeling this too, as his body on his back trembled.

“Knight. “Can you feel it?”

“okay. It’s getting closer. “In my hometown, El Toboso.”

Don Quixote said helplessly. For a person who said he didn’t want to go to his hometown, his voice was full of anticipation, albeit a little.

For Don Quixote, hometown was a reality.

It was a reality that always cruelly bound the dreamer and tried to force him to wake up.

Don Quixote loved that town, but he also hated it.

So I left the village. Wearing armor, wearing a spear, sword, and shield. Leading Rocinante.

Let’s make our dreams come true.

“Sancho. I feel it. my hometown The air of El Toboso.”

The hometown, the hometown that I missed but never wanted to return to, is getting closer.

In the end, Don Quixote had no choice but to accept reality as he approached his hometown.

That every adventure he had ever had was a dream.

Dreams will eventually wake up someday.

“Sancho, are you there?”

The sensation gradually faded. I can’t see, and I can’t even smell anymore. I was riding on Yoohyeon’s back, but even the feel of it was so worn and rough that I couldn’t tell if he was there.

Don Quixote could no longer even see his hometown.

Even though he felt his situation, Don Quixote smiled. Still, I was so happy to be able to set foot on his hometown for the last time.

“Sancho. Are you next to me?”

“yes. Sir.”

“Sancho. “Are you sure it’s there?”

“yes. Sir. “I am here.”

“Sancho. I feel it. How do you feel? Do you see it in your eyes? El Toboso in La Mancha. This is El Toboso. my hometown. my home.”

It was a place I didn’t want to return to, but when I came back, I was excited as if there was magic.

Don Quixote let out a breathy laugh.

He asked in a voice full of ideals, like a boy still dreaming.

“Sancho. I can’t see ahead. But you will see. “Can you tell me what you see?”

“… … of course. Sir.”

Yoohyeon said without stopping walking.

“It’s a beautiful town. As the driver said, it looks like a peaceful place. Flowers are in full bloom, and a clear stream flows ceaselessly. Children are playing and holding tree branches in the distance. “I think we’ll make great articles for each other.”

“I see. “Can you tell me where we are passing now?”

“After passing the entrance, we are currently passing through a stone wall road. “On the other side of the wall, there’s a woman waving her hand.”

“Yes, it is exactly as I said. “Even though it’s been so long since I left, my hometown hasn’t changed at all.”

“I’m passing the square now. You can see a bakery in the distance. Unfortunately, the door is not open right now, so there is no smell of bread baking.”

“I can’t help it. “Because people can’t always work.”

“You can see farmers in the distance. “Everyone’s expressions are bright, perhaps because of the good harvest.”

“okay. The land has always been fertile here. In the past, I also stepped into their midst and helped them with their work.”

“It’s uphill. There are green trees on both sides of the road. “Beautiful butterflies are flying around.”

“that’s right. It was like that, it was like that. “It reminds me of old times.”

“and… … .”

Yuhyeon explained to Don Quixote everything he had seen, heard, and felt.

Don Quixote agreed with the words, let out an exclamation or gave a small cheer. The old knight rejoiced like a boy, as if the sight before his invisible eyes was good just by saying it.

“It’s now a house on the highest hill, at the end of town. “We have finally arrived at the driver’s house.”

“is it. “We arrived here before we knew it.”

“Be careful. “I will help you.”

“Okay. “From here on, I can walk alone.”

Don Quixote refused Yuhyeon’s touch and entered the house on his own.

Yuhyeon, who was looking at Don Quixote with anxious eyes, turned his head and took in the scenery of the village.

What you see is a shabby ruin.

It was a dead village, with only traces of what had once been a village remaining.

[…] … Yoohyeon.]

Baekryeon couldn’t hide her sadness and called Yuhyeon’s name. It was the same with the Holy Spirit.

When they saw this scene for the first time, Yuhyeon’s expression was completely broken, and even when she tried to explain the scenery of the village to Don Quixote in a bright voice.

I just watched in silence.

“… … .”

El Toboso, the village that Don Quixote prided himself on being so beautiful, was no longer there.

A dry plateau without even trees. There may have once been a village and people, but now it is a forgotten land that no one visits.

Yuhyeon followed Don Quixote into his shabby house.

Sigh.

The moment Don Quixote opened the door, a voice seemed to come from inside.

“Welcome.”

The person who welcomes him with a smile is a beautiful blonde lady.

Don Quixote trembled slightly. Eventually, he realized too late that he couldn’t see anything.

It was a mistake.

There was no one at home. His family, the lady he was looking for, and his friends from his hometown.

no one.

Don Quixote, who had been moving slowly and groping his hands, slumped down on a chair. A chair that had not been touched for a long time creaked and made a noise.

The dust that had accumulated on the chair rose up. Don Quixote coughed without realizing it, but felt a longing for the shimmering sensation at the tip of his nose.

Don Quixote’s wrinkled hand lightly swept the table. Although he couldn’t even feel the touch of his fingertips anymore, Don Quixote was definitely feeling something.

The feeling of home that is never visible to other people, but only felt by oneself.

Yuhyeon, who watched the scene silently, sat down on another chair and kept a close eye on Don Quixote.

A narrow space where dust rises. In this shabby house, with only sunlight coming through the cracks of the broken window, the two remained silent for a while.

It was Don Quixote who spoke first.

“Sancho.”

“yes.”

“Sancho.”

“yes.”

“Sancho.”

“yes.”

Don Quixote kept calling Yuhyeon as if his soul had gone out.

Yuhyeon also answered the same every time he was called.

“Sancho.”

“yes.”

“Sancho.”

“yes. Sir.”

“thanks.”

Don Quixote blurted out.

“For following this stubborn old man until the end. For allowing me to come back to my hometown. “For trusting me.”

Yoohyeon managed to answer with trembling lips.

“I am… … “I just did what I had to do as a squire.”

“no. You did more than just be a squire. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to defeat the evil wizard or defeat the giant. okay. “I would have been trapped in a dream forever.”

“Driver… … .”

“I’m just going to take a break. I’ve come a long way so far. I had so many adventures. An adventure that you won’t be envious of. So this is the end. Sancho. Take this sword. And even the baggage I carry.”

Don Quixote held out his sword to Yuhyeon with trembling hands. The heirloom he used until the end, the symbol of a knight-errant.

“Sancho. Now you are the knight of La Mancha. If you were with me, you are more than qualified. “You are already a great knight.”

“Knight.”

“So, this is the end. good. “Leave here with everything.”

“Knight.”

“Go out and have a look.”

“Knight!”

“Even if you want to go out!”

Yuhyeon kept her mouth shut at Don Quixote’s shout. For a while, only Don Quixote’s tired breathing sounded.

“… … .”

“Sancho. I’m just going to take a break. “Will you understand that I am now old and tired?”

“… … All right.”

Yuhyeon accepted Don Quixote’s sword.

Yuhyeon looked down at the sword in her hand with eyes full of complex emotions.

It is a sword that contains everything Don Quixote has accumulated so far and the aspirations of all knights from the past to the present.

This was not just a sword, it was a symbol.

“… … .”

Yuhyeon opened his mouth several times to say something to Don Quixote.

But in the end, I couldn’t say anything.

Yoohyeon stood up, carrying a sword and a leather backpack. Don Quixote did not capture Yuhyeon.

Before leaving the house, Yoohyeon said her last goodbye to Don Quixote.

“Please, have good dreams.”

And just like that, Yoohyeon left.

There was silence like a quiet dawn.

Barely able to maintain his breath, Don Quixote sat on a chair and waited for his end.

The knight who always dreamed of a bright future was no longer here.

There was no bravery in defeating a monster or a beautiful princess waiting anxiously for her knight.

The dream is over.

Don Quixote was alone in the end.

This was the end of this old man, who had no choice but to wake up from his dream and face the reality before his eyes.

That was why.

For Yuhyeon, who continued his lineage, he wanted to remain a gallant knight in that man’s memory until the end.

New fluid. New fluid.

A feeling of weakness lingered throughout my body, and my head, which was upright, lost strength and slowly turned downward.

It was then.

There was a hand holding the hand of Don Quixote, who was dying alone.

“… … Sancho? When did you come back? “Go ahead and go.”

There was no voice coming back. Don Quixote belatedly realized that his opponent was not Sancho.

Rather, the hand that touches the skin is small, warm, and soft, like a woman’s hand.

So who is the owner of this touch?

Is this a hallucination you experience before you die? Don Quixote thought that if this was a hallucination, he hoped it was a noble lady he trusted and followed.

Soon Don Quixote snorted inwardly and suppressed his guess.

‘If it’s a dream, I’ve already had enough.’

I’ve been dreaming for so long. I tried to deny reality by repeating it over and over again until I got sick of it.

If this is a hallucination you see before you die, let’s wake up quickly.

Let’s die in reality, not in a dream.

This was the moment when Don Quixote gave up everything.

“Thank you for your hard work so far. “My knight.”

In that voice that rings softly in my ears.

Don Quixote felt something filling and overflowing deep within his heart.

“ah.”

Tears flowed down Don Quixote’s cheeks.

How could you not know?

This was the voice of the princess he had longed for and dreamed of.

“miss? “Are you really, lady?”

There was no answer back. But the soft touch that held his hand became stronger.

At that moment, Don Quixote realized.

It was a dream and it was reality, and it didn’t matter.

“Cancer.”

He nods his head and smiles with satisfaction.

That’s enough. This was enough.

I thought I had given up everything and woke up from the dream.

His dream is not over yet.

“Of course. princess.”

Humans live with dreams that are bound to end someday. Even though people knew that, they couldn’t stop.

Although the moment you wake up from a dream and face the cold reality, it is painful and sad.

Waking up from a dream meant that you could have another dream.

So, now let’s dream again.

Wear dazzling silver armor and ride a magnificent horse in a paradise where no one is sad.

Let’s shout out chivalry where we spend the rest of our lives with our beautiful princess.

Let’s dream like that.

It will definitely be a thrilling adventure.

“Will you please be with me then too?”

“Always.”

A sweet scent that tickles the tip of your nose.

The warm hand that hugs this person’s falling head.

Don Quixote smiled with satisfaction.

Is that so.

“Another pleasant dream… … “I must be dreaming.”

The gently shaking shoulder movement stopped.

As he went to dream a new dream, only the faint scent of a woman remained, never leaving.

Forever.

fantasy,