I Reincarnated Into a Healing Game… and It’s a Zombie Apocalypse?! - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

But she didn’t even have the strength left to protest.

Her energy was completely drained from running away, and her body hung limply.

Murakka drew a dagger from her waist. The blade flashed as it was raised high above.

“I was originally going to let you die slowly, but I’m getting annoyed. Just die now.”

She spoke expressionlessly. Then added.

“Do you have any last words you want to say?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Murakka frowned as if annoyed, despite having asked the question herself.

However, perhaps thinking this was a life about to end anyway, she seemed to have the leisure to listen to one last statement.

Nana smiled crookedly while collapsed, closing one eye.

“In the novels I used to read, there’s always a scene like this. When the villain gives the protagonist time to talk during a crisis, the protagonist always survives.”

Murakka snorted mockingly.

“The problem is you’re not the protagonist.”

“No, I am the protagonist. I’m the only one who transmigrated into this world.”

Murakka’s brow furrowed briefly at the incomprehensible words. Then she immediately brought the dagger down without hesitation.

‘Now it’s do or die!’

Even if I’m going to die, let me at least try to resist!

It was the moment Nana squeezed out her remaining strength to get up and try to headbutt her.

Whoosh!

A bola that flew from somewhere wrapped around Murakka’s wrist. The throwing weapon made of two weights and rope tightly bound the hand holding the dagger, instantly subduing her.

“Kyaah!”

Startled by the unexpected attack, Murakka dropped the dagger from her hand.

Not missing that opportunity, Nana rolled her entire body to quickly escape from beneath her.

“Nana!”

A desperate and resolute voice echoed through the forest.

As Nana turned her head, she saw a man riding a large black horse, his black hair flowing as he galloped toward them.

In that moment, a longed-for name burst from her lips.

“Isha!”

“Nana!”

He also called her name in response.

Before the horse even stopped, Ishanka kicked off from the saddle and leaped to the ground. Before his feet could even touch the earth, Nana ran to him first and threw herself into his arms.

There was no time to catch her breath, no leisure to hesitate.

What she needed most desperately right now was just one thing—his embrace.

Ishanka silently pulled her into a tight embrace.

His arms were firm and warm. In that embrace, Nana could no longer suppress the collapsed dam of her emotions.

The tears she had held back so many times rolled down her cheeks once again.

They were tears of relief and tears of certainty that she had finally returned to the person she loved.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.

It was like a development straight from the opening of a romance fantasy novel.

But Nana quickly realized where she was.

The neat and restrained decorations, the air faintly scented with herbs. It was Ishanka’s room.

She slowly blinked and traced back her last memories.

The time she spent wandering and fleeing through the forest in bone-chilling cold.

Her torn nightgown and the sensation of cold snow.

And Ishanka’s embrace.

She recalled his face as he called her name desperately and leaped from his horse to run to her.

His urgent voice, his trembling arms, and the warmth when he held her in his embrace.

When she collapsed into his arms, only then did her suppressed emotions burst forth.

And in that moment, as if everything was over, her body collapsed as well. When she fell, Ishanka held her firmly in his arms without saying a word.

Just before her spirit, which had been holding on with all her might, was consumed by fever, Nana lost consciousness in his embrace.

And now she had opened her eyes again.

Familiar air. Familiar warmth.

The first thing she heard in that space was a longed-for voice.

“Are you alright?”

When she turned her head, Ishanka was sitting beside her, looking at her.

His gaze was fixed on the scratches that had formed on Nana’s face. They were wounds she had gotten from pushing through the bushes.

“The wounds…”

His words trailed off with a tremor. Along with words that couldn’t continue, tears welled up in Ishanka’s eyes.

It was a sight she could never have imagined under normal circumstances.

A man with a firm and cold impression. A strong monarch. The incarnation of a god more composed than anyone.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, drop by drop.

He couldn’t carelessly touch her.

As if afraid that even a brush of his fingertips might cause her pain, his fingertips only hesitated around Nana’s cheek.

Careful touch and tender eyes.

His feelings came across so clearly that Nana ended up shedding tears as well.

“Nana.”

Ishanka’s voice became even lower.

Like someone swallowing back tears.

A tear fell down her cheek. Then his eyes wavered with anguish.

“I was scared.”

A trembling voice. Emotions that leaked out despite trying to hide them.

“I’m sorry.”

“I was really scared.”

“I… should have found you sooner.”

His voice was tender as if embracing her pain in her stead, and his touch was as careful as handling fragile glasswork.

“Isha.”

“Yes.”

“I was running away. Because I didn’t want to die and I had to live.”

She continued speaking slowly.

“But what was scarier than dying was that if I really died, I would never be able to see you again.”

Complex emotions filled Ishanka’s eyes.

“I felt exactly the same. I was afraid of losing you, afraid I might never be able to hold you in my arms again… I was truly terrified.”

His breath trembled as he spoke. He carefully closed his mouth and then opened it again. As if slowly releasing a confession he had been holding back for a long time.

“At first, I thought you had just gone out for a walk. You’re not someone who disappears without saying anything. So for the first hour or two, I thought you must be in the gardens.”

He lowered his head briefly, then raised it again.

“But after a while, from the moment when no one had seen you, my chest began to slowly tighten.”

His gaze touched Nana’s face. As if hiding his trembling fingertips, he carefully wrapped her hand.

“You weren’t feeling well. So it was even more unimaginable that you would go somewhere without saying a word. I wondered if you might have collapsed somewhere. Without my knowing… lying on the frozen ground.”

Nana pulled Ishanka’s hand and gently placed it on her cheek. Pleasant coolness seeped into her flushed, feverish cheek.

“Murica Vilona said she would kill you and devour this country.”

“Yes. I know.”

The man who had been tearful just moments before was gone. It was a calmly delivered answer, but it contained ice-cold, sharp killing intent.

“I have secured all evidence that the Vilona Tribe plotted rebellion following her orders. For the crime of treason, I plan to exterminate not only her family but the entire tribe.”

“Extermination…”

Nana looked at his face silently.

“Do you think it’s a cruel measure?”

She shook her head while holding his hand.

“No, you must have your reasons for doing so. A king cannot be only merciful.”

“Ratnagara is united under the name of minority ethnic groups, but in reality it’s nothing more than an alliance entangled with different beliefs and desires. The country is already splitting from within before it can even establish itself properly.”

Ishanka’s voice sank coldly.

“That’s why we must show them clearly, even now. Without an example, the next traitor will become far more cunning and bold. And that blade might be pointed at you again.”

He intertwined his fingers between Nana’s fingers.

“And if I were to lose you in such a way, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

Nana said nothing more.

What he needed right now wasn’t moral judgment, but that one person who would trust and support his decision.

Wind passed by outside the window.

As if flowing somewhere while carrying all emotions and resolve.

* * *

Two days had passed since Nana was rescued from the forest.

She got up from her place as if she had never been sick and immediately began moving around.

Ishanka told her to rest more, saying the aftereffects hadn’t worn off yet, but Nana firmly refused, saying she would get sick instead if she just lay still.

The place she immediately headed to was the prison built in the middle of the town square.

The place where the most crowds passed by in Ratnagara.

Passersby stole glances beyond the iron bars and whispered, and everyone’s gaze was fixed on the traitor’s face.

The Vilona Clan members were all scattered and thoroughly separated so they couldn’t even exchange a single word with each other.

The prison where Murakka was confined was barely 3 pyeong in size.

Inside the iron cage with nowhere to hide, she was displayed to the public like a zoo monkey. For her, this would be more humiliating than being locked in a damp, dark underground prison.

That was probably the reason Ishanka built the prison in the busiest town square.

Nana stood silently in front of the iron cage where Murakka was confined.

“What are you doing here.”

Murakka was sitting completely curled up.

She was shivering in the harsh winter wind of Saharte, relying on just one thin winter coat. Her toes were already blue, clearly showing signs of frostbite.

“I wanted to see with my own eyes how you’ve fallen to rock bottom.”

Nana spoke in a calm voice without any emotion.

“So is it fun?”

“Yeah. Seeing you caged behind bars like the beast you so mocked reminds me of that day we played hide-and-seek, so it’s enjoyable.”

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