It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 8

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Episode 8

#Episode 8

When the gates opened, countless people lost their precious ones.

From acquaintances to close friends, and even family members.

If adults found it heartbreaking and difficult, how much more so for children.

For that reason, my heart softened whenever I saw minors.

This was also why I didn’t kill the enemy who attacked first, waiting for her to wake up instead.

“Mmm… sleepy, I want to sleep a little more…”

“Stop sleeping and get up!”

The girl who had been sleeping on Kim Yeo-ul’s thigh rubbed her eyes drowsily.

Despite being hit like that, she must have truly slept well as she was drooling.

“…Why am I alive.”

“Because I didn’t kill you?”

Kim Yeo-ul stroked the girl’s black hair.

The girl who had been rubbing her cheek against the gentle touch suddenly flinched and quickly raised her head.

“I… I’m really alive!?”

The girl who belatedly came to her senses looked around.

Then, apparently liking Kim Yeo-ul’s warmth, she sat down close beside us.

Her movements were more like a wolf or dog than a human.

After staring at Kim Yeo-ul and me for a moment, the girl grabbed Kim Yeo-ul’s collar and asked.

“Why did you spare me?”

It wasn’t the kind of question an ordinary girl would ask.

She must be someone broken by the gates.

Since the Korean Peninsula was full of such people, Kim Yeo-ul and I answered familiarly.

“Because you’re young.”

“Does that mean you would have killed me if I were an adult?”

“Yes.”

It might seem like some psychopathic conversation, but sadly, this was the truth.

In fact, Kim Yeo-ul and I could be said to have among the finest character on the Korean Peninsula.

The girl seemed to know this fact as she looked back and forth between Kim Yeo-ul and me with curious eyes.

“Are you two partners?”

“Yeah.”

The girl’s eyes lit up as she quickly changed to calling us sister and brother.

“Then you’ll be together forever?”

Kim Yeo-ul smiled slyly at the innocent question and looked at me.

“Who knows?”

Since we weren’t at a stage to be swayed by such things anymore, I answered calmly.

“Yeah, together for life.”

“A-ahem, i-is that so?”

Apparently liking the chemistry between Kim Yeo-ul and me, the girl walked over and tightly grasped my hand.

“Can I come with you too?”

Her eyes were quite desperate, but I lightly shook off the girl’s hand.

“What’s your name?”

“Name…? I don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one? You must have a name your family gave you.”

“I… I don’t have family…?”

“You never had any from the beginning?”

“Yeah.”

So she was an orphan even before the gates opened.

Kim Yeo-ul’s eyes wavered at the pitiful circumstances, but so what.

In the end, losing family was no different for me, that child, or Kim Yeo-ul.

“Your situation is pitiful, but we can’t take you with us.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re useless.”

It wasn’t something to say to a girl who looked about seventeen, but what we needed was a comrade, not dead weight.

The girl seemed to sense this, and after watching my expression, she apparently thought of something and grabbed a glass shard from the ground.

“I can do this kind of thing too!”

The girl drew the glass shard directly across her arm.

“Hey… you…!”

A long wound over 20 centimeters appeared and blood flowed.

Kim Yeo-ul’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but 2 seconds later, new flesh sprouted and the wound disappeared instantly.

“Ooh… super recovery?”

“I can do this kind of thing! I’m tough and resilient!”

“If you get wounded by just a glass shard, you don’t seem very tough.”

“…Resilient!”

The girl desperately tried to persuade me as if continuously trying to prove her usefulness.

The meaningless process of continuously wounding and healing her own body continued.

The process was so desperate that Kim Yeo-ul also choked up and averted her gaze.

As if pleading not to be abandoned, the girl’s body continued to heal.

The healing ability itself is impressive, but….

If she dies instantly from one blow, it would be completely useless, and I don’t think this girl could block the charge of swarming monsters.

And most importantly, there’s one crucial reason remaining.

“What reason do I have to trust you and accept you?”

“Uh….”

A party’s tank is built on the foundation of allies’ trust.

They throw their body at swarming monsters while completely trusting the dealer’s damage and the healer’s support.

Conversely, if the tank abandons this and runs away, it means the entire back line gets swept away.

On the Korean Peninsula where betrayal happens as naturally as breathing, accept someone I met today for the first time as a tank?

They’re either brain-dead or likely someone who had no interest in being a tank from the start.

Moreover, asking me to accept as a tank someone who swung a dagger at me the moment our eyes met today.

The girl seemed to sense this and could only fidget, unable to openly demand anything more from me.

“I… I’m really confident I can do well….”

“….”

The warmth of kind humans is extremely sweet and addictive.

Moreover, for a girl who had been alone until now, that warmth must have been even more stimulating.

The girl must have felt that warmth from Kim Yeo-ul and me.

But we’re not caretakers.

Nor are we in a situation to become caretakers.

Rather, following us might be even more painful.

That’s why I can’t accept just anyone.

Nevertheless, the girl wanted to be with us and grabbed Kim Yeo-ul’s and my clothes tightly with trembling hands.

Kim Yeo-ul looked at the girl with bitter eyes.

I gently released the girl’s hands and reverse-summoned Kim Yeo-ul.

“…Huh!?”

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise at Kim Yeo-ul’s sudden disappearance.

Then she looked at me with eyes demanding an explanation.

“I have the ability to revive dead people as summons.”

“….”

“Kim Yeo-ul is my summon, so I can always trust and be with her.”

Doubt filled the girl’s eyes.

She had never seen or heard of reviving someone in such perfect form, not as undead, but with the summon retaining their own consciousness.

“Then… that sister died once…?”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

The girl’s black pupils reflected me.

Then after a moment, she grabbed my hand again and asked.

“Then… if I die, I can become a comrade too, right?”

“What are you talking about… Hey!!”

There was no time to intervene.

The girl, holding the broken dagger, stabbed her own throat with all her strength.

She collapsed with a bright smile on her lips as if it didn’t hurt.

No matter how much super-regeneration she had, she couldn’t recover from damage that led to instant death.

The body of the girl who had been fidgeting and watching my mood just moments ago grew cold.

I carefully took the girl into my arms.

Did she hate being left behind that much?

Or was it so desperate that dying was better than not being able to go together?

Either way, it’s terrible….

“…Ha.”

A sigh escaped from my lips.

It wasn’t a sigh for the girl who had died.

It was for my disgusting self.

It was a sigh for myself, as if I had encouraged the girl’s death, and moreover, for gauging her usefulness when revived even though she had died before my eyes.

I rubbed my face dry several times while looking at the collapsed girl.

“…Humanity is important.”

I looked down at the girl who had lost the light of life in my arms.

To think someone I met for the first time today could make my heart this heavy.

“This little thing.”

I pinched the girl’s cheek once for no reason and activated my skill.

“Rise.”

Crimson joy filled the pale skin of the girl who had lost her vitality.

Warmth returned to her cold body and light filled her faded pupils.

Strength returned to the hand that had been gripping my sleeve and her fingers began to twitch.

The revived girl tightly grasped my collar again.

The first words the girl spoke when she returned from the darkness, looking at me, pierced my heart.

“Now… am I a comrade too…?”

“…Yeah, you damn thing.”

“Heh… hehehehe… uhehehehehehe.”

The girl laughed and rubbed her cheek against my chest.

* * *

Kim Yeo-ul, summoned again, patted my shoulder.

“You did well.”

“…Right?”

“Yeah, no matter what, you shouldn’t become a monster.”

Kim Yeo-ul was surprised when she heard the whole story, but soon understood my situation.

“Anyway, we’re going to keep traveling together now, so we should at least decide on a name, right?”

“Keep… together…!”

If the girl had a tail, wouldn’t it be wagging vigorously right now?

She was looking at me with sparkling eyes like a Golden Retriever.

“…You want me to decide?”

“Yeah.”

Gazes full of expectation poured down on me.

Two of them, no less.

Now I have to seriously think of one again.

I closed my eyes for a moment and racked my brain hard.

Suddenly being asked to decide on a name, nothing really comes to mind…

Doesn’t she have an original name? Should I check once?

Nameless makes sense, but…

Using the Guardian’s Crest as material?

“Huh?”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“No… I used Spirit Bloom, but it’s asking for the Guardian’s Crest as material?”

“Guardian’s Crest?”

Kim Yeo-ul blinked as if she had forgotten about it.

“You know, the one we got after taking down that monster tamer before.”

“Oh? What, so she’s really awakening as a tank!?”

“If it can help, I’m fine with anything!”

“Well then… alright.”

Since she said it was fine too, I immediately activated Spirit Bloom using the Guardian’s Crest.

The Guardian’s Crest floated up gently and was absorbed into the girl’s body.

Unlike Kim Yeo-ul who was still stuck at 99 percent, the girl immediately absorbed the Guardian’s Crest.

I had already confirmed with Kim Yeo-ul that giving skills to summons was possible.

But Oath of Devotion?

“Uh…”

No matter how I looked at it, it wasn’t an ethically sound skill, so I glanced at the girl’s reaction.

The girl also seemed to have an unpleasant expression.

“That… this is too inhumane a skill, so maybe…”

“Do I have to do this for oppa, or for unnie?”

“…Ah.”

That’s what she was worried about?

When I looked at her with an incredulous gaze, the girl spoke to me with bright, innocent eyes as if asking what the problem was.

“I’ll revive even if I die anyway.”

“That’s… true, but…”

“Even if I get hurt, as long as I don’t die, I heal quickly, right?”

“Still, as a human being, morally speaking…”

I revived her to avoid becoming a monster, but the first thing I’m making her do after revival is be a meat shield.

That’s somehow… somehow…

“There’s no particular restriction, so I’ll just cast it on both of you.”

While the conscience in my brain writhed in pain from being stabbed repeatedly, the girl cast the contract on Kim Yeo-ul and me as if asking why I was making it so difficult.

“Hehe, now I’m helpful too, right?”

“…Sigh, yeah, you did well.”

Perhaps desperate for those words about being helpful, the girl smiled brightly and stuck close to Kim Yeo-ul and me.

…Well, if she’s happy with it, I guess it’s fine.

It would be a bit much for me to force anything on her.

While I was compromising with my conscience alone, Kim Yeo-ul, who had been patting the girl’s head, asked me.

“So, did you decide on the kid’s name?”

“Actually, I just thought of one.”

“What is it?”

“Seo I-ram – “

Seo I-ram.

Seo I-ram, Seo I-ram…

Kim Yeo-ul and the girl nodded after mulling over the name several times.

“Oh… That’s actually a pretty decent name coming from you?”

“Seo I-ram… I like it too… It’s somehow a warm name.”

A name that meant living with pain.

The meaning alone wasn’t particularly good, but the girl seemed to like her first name as she smiled as brightly as the sun.

“I thought I’d be getting a tanker, but I ended up with a healer instead.”

Well now.

You never know how things in this world will turn out.

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