Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Ch 30.3

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No longer able to endure the pleasure of Alfred’s hand pumping my length, I reach my climax, white fluid spilling all over my chest.

Afterward, Alfred leans forward, intending to lick the cum from my chest. Seeing this, I grab his shoulder and push against it in an attempt to stop him.

But our physiques are too far apart. With his strength, my struggles don’t even make him flinch. I shiver as I feel his tongue sliding across my sides, belly, and crotch.

“Ah, Al… Stop that… You don’t have to lick… that.”

“It’ll be wasteful if I don’t.”

“What does that even mean?”

Then Al whispers, “You know… I’m glad that I only found Dad today and not earlier.”

Surprised to hear this, I stop moving for a moment.

Most of Alfred’s face is hidden behind his bangs. I can’t see his expression well.

“If I had found him before meeting you… If you hadn’t been by my side and you didn’t love me, then I’d surely have… given up on life by now.”

“…W-Why?”

That’s…

“Because no matter how much I prayed, no one listened to my prayers and wishes. None of my prayers came true. I actually used to pray to the Goddess to always protect Dad and help him return home safely. And yet… he still died during one of his deliveries. Even though I also prayed for the Goddess to help Mom, she eventually died too. A few other people have also died even though they’ve asked the Goddess for salvation… Divine existences like her, if they really do exist, won’t just save anyone. They only watch. They can’t be bothered to lift a finger to help this world and the people living in it. It’s only selfish, wishful thinking for us humans to believe that these divine beings exist to fulfill our wishes. The harsh reality is that if we want our wishes to be fulfilled, we have to strive for it ourselves.”

“Al…?”

These derisive and disturbing remarks sound very unlike Alfred. It seriously worries me. As if under someone’s control, I reach out my hand, wanting to comfort him.

But the moment my fingertips touch his arm, Alfred shies away. For a moment, the thought that he hates my touch crosses my mind, but soon after, he takes my hands into his, holding them with a light grip.

As though clinging onto me.

“We only live to die. What meaning is there to life then? None, isn’t it? Our lives are useless. Meaningless. And since that’s the case, I wish I had never been born into this world,” he says in a detached voice. Too detached.

I peek through a gap in his bangs. He appears calm. Almost expressionless.

But for some reason… he also looks like he’s about to cry.

“I once thought the same way too. But then, you constantly showed how much you cherished me, even though I’m just a worthless person. Before, no one would have cared about me even upon my death. Not about how, when, or where I died.But you… you told me not to leave you. Told me to stay with you. You even cried for my sake. You made me believe that even someone like me… has some worth in the eyes of other people…”

I grip Alfred’s hands tightly. “You have worth. You’re important. You’re definitely very important, okay?! You just overlook your surroundings too much. Observe the people around you a bit more. Many people care about you, got it? Marie-sama, the kids, the Cheddars… and the other people I don’t know who also feel happy to see you there for them. They all wish for you to live well, you know.”