Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 15: Noel

Chapter 15: Noel

The oldest memory Noel had...

Was the voice of the village chief.

"You have to kill her."

"She shouldn't have been born."

She had been so small. She barely understood what those words meant.

But her mother had heard them.

The entire village had.

From that day on, they were no longer welcome.

People stopped talking to them.

Stopped selling them food.

Her mother, once a respected elf, was now whispered about behind every tree.

"That cursed child's mother."

"The one who gave birth to it."

Even her mother, slowly, had begun to break.

And then...

The wolf came.

A shadow.

A pair of eyes in the trees.

Watching.

[Do you not hate them? The ones who hurt your mother. Your people.]

Noel stood still, heart pounding.

And then, one night...

The wolf appeared. In front of her.

Its eyes glowed. Fangs dripping black smoke.

[It's not too late. I'll kill them all for you.]

She trembled.

[Give me a piece of your soul. And I will grant you power.]

[You'll be able to destroy everything. Anything. Anyone.]

The next day...

"Please leave the forest. Take her and go," the chief said again.

Her mother's eyes shook.

"You know what that means," she whispered. "Elves... can't live outside the forest. We'll die."

This was not exile.

It was death.

"Just kill me," Noel said quietly.

"That's the right thing, isn't it?"

But her mother just looked so sad.

She didn't do anything.

She took Noel's hand. And they left.

They managed to survive. Barely.

A small house in a remote town.

Poor, but together.

Until the morning Noel woke up... and her mother was gone.

She thought she had finally left her behind.

Until she opened the door.

And saw the corpse.

An elf. Organs gone.

Tossed in front of their home like trash.

Her mother.

The wolf laughed.

[She's dead because you were weak.]

[Give me your soul. I'll give you power to devour this world.]

Noel clutched her head. Dizzy.

Heart tearing. Breath shaking.

She was going to say yes.

Until—

"I love you, Noel."

A memory.

Her mother's voice.

"You'll understand one day."

"When you meet someone you love."

"...Not now," she whispered.

She didn't take the deal.

Three years passed.

She still didn't understand love.

The world was filthy.

Rotten.

Parents killed their children.

People starved and stole and laughed while doing it.

She got caught as a slave and was forced into the mines.

The only voice that ever stayed with her... was the wolf's.

[You know you want to.]

[Why suffer more?]

Maybe she'd give up soon.

Take the deal.

Burn this world to the ground.

That was what she thought...

Until she bumped into someone.

A boy.

Black hair. Red eyes.

"...Sorry. I didn't see you there."

He apologized?

She stared.

Everyone in this mine tried to crush each other to survive.

But he... apologized?

Maybe he was pretending.

Trying to get close, to steal something.

But then he spoke again. Shared food. Helped her. Smiled.

And for some reason... she felt something.

Why?

Why was someone like him, who was also suffering, trying to protect her?

"What's your name?"

She hesitated.

"...Noel."

And he said—

"Sam. Sam Avencroft."

That was the first time meeting that strange boy.

* * *

Today was different.

The rhythm of the mine was always the same—wake up to shouting, work until your fingers bled, eat whatever crust of bread you're given, and then back to digging until your body gives out.

But today... the bell rang early.

Too early.

Ding. Ding.

Lunch wasn't over.

The guards marched in. Eyes sharper than usual. Whips already drawn. Swords unsheathed.

Something was wrong.

"Everyone," the fat supervisor shouted, his voice echoing through the rocky cavern, "stand in a straight line."

Nobody moved.

Until the guards did.

Kicking. Dragging. Forcing us into a row.

I stood beside Noel, who was trembling slightly. Her eyes were locked ahead.

"We received information," the fat man continued, "that one of you..."

He paused for effect. Dramatic bastard.

"...was planning an escape."

Whispers shot through the slaves. Some gasped. Some looked terrified. A few... looked guilty.

My heart skipped.

"And so," the fat bastard said, raising a meaty hand, "we will remind you what attempting to escape means."

He looked down the line.

Then pointed.

"You. Black hair. Come here."

"...Me?" I blinked.

Before I could even step forward, two guards rushed in and grabbed me by the arms.

"Oi, what the hell—?!"

They yanked me forward, throwing me to the ground in front of everyone.

I looked up, spitting dust from my mouth.

"I never said anything about escaping," I growled.

"Liar," the fat man sneered. "We have a report. From one of the workers."

Of course.

Probably one of the bastards I beat up last week for getting too handsy with Noel.

"That's not true," I said, standing up slowly.

But he just waved a hand.

The guard beside him raised his sword.

"Everyone, watch carefully," the fat man said, voice filled with twisted satisfaction.

"This... is what happens to traitors."

The man raised the blade above his head.

I froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

"GTP... help."

[Emergency threat detected. Calculating defensive action routes. Warning: multiple armed enemies present.]

I clenched my fists.

But then—

Out of the corner of my eye—

I saw her.

Noel.

She wasn't crying.

She wasn't trembling.

She was staring.

Her eyes wide... but not in fear.

In something else.

Something terrifying.

Her mouth slightly open. Her hands clenched at her sides.

Her face was pale—but her pupils glowed faintly.

Like she was... slipping.

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Like something inside her was trying to get out.

And I realized—

That was a face...

I had never seen on her before.

* * *

She didn't understand the boy.

He said strange things. Things no one else in this world said.

He talked about a society—where everyone was equal. Where children could laugh freely. Where people didn't have to hurt each other just to live.

He spoke like a dreamer. Like someone who had never seen the true ugliness of the world.

Maybe he was some kind of noble, she thought at first. Someone who grew up behind clean glass and velvet curtains. Someone who didn't know what it was like out here—where people got beaten for blinking wrong. Where parents abandoned their children because they couldn't afford another mouth to feed.

He doesn't understand the world, she thought.

But the more he spoke, the more confused she became.

Because he did know.

"The reason the world is so messed up..."

"...is because the world was messed up to begin with."

That's what he said. So blunt. So clear.

"People betray each other because they're scared. They lie and cheat because they're trying to survive."

"But if we changed the world itself... maybe people wouldn't have to do that anymore."

It wasn't empty hope.It wasn't a lie.

He believed it.

He really, truly believed that there could be a world... Where a mother could love her child without guilt. Where no one had to be cursed for being born.

Noel didn't understand him.Not really.

But something inside her wanted to.

Then came that day.

He offered her the last piece of bread. Again.

He always did that.

Why?

She looked at the bread in his hand.

She looked at the exhaustion on his face. The bruises. The lashes. The blood that hadn't dried on his arm.

"...Just because it's you."

That's what he said.

So casually.So simply.

But her chest... clenched.

Why... Why did that line bother her so much?

She didn't even know what it meant.Not fully.

But it stayed in her head.It clung to her ribs. Wouldn't let go.

It... mattered.

And she didn't know why.

The girl walked forward.

The boy was about to die.

The sword raised above his neck. Gleaming. Merciless.

And then—she stared ahead.

"You're there, right?"

For the first time... she spoke to the wolf.

She didn't know why.

She didn't need to do this.

Why was she doing this?

For that boy?

That was ridiculous.

They'd only met two weeks ago.

He was a dreamer.

Someone who talked about changing the world with nothing but hope in his chest.

Even if she saved him here, he'd probably die later.

So why?

Her lips moved before she could stop them.

"I'll take your offer."

Her heart thudded.

Oh.

She finally understood.

Why couldn't I take my eyes off you?

Why... did you stay in my mind?

Why did everything you said... bother me so much?

That's when she realized.

That's when everything clicked.

"Just because it's you."

Like the boy once said. So simple. So easy.

All this time, she thought her mother shouldn't love her.

That she shouldn't love her mother.

Because she was never supposed to be born.

Because love was supposed to be conditional. Earned. Deserved.

But now... she understood.

Love wasn't something you earned.

There was no qualification. No worthiness.

You love someone because you want to.

Because to you...

They're special.

I... don't want you to die.

So—

[I'll take half your soul.]

"Do what you need to do, wolf."

The world changed.

The shadows split open like a curtain, and the wolf descended.

The screams began instantly.

Guards turned into shredded meat.

Their bodies exploded without warning—flesh twisting, bones splintering.

Blood sprayed the cavern like a crimson rain.

All of it flowed.

To one place.

To one person.

The girl.

Standing at the center of the storm.

To save the one person she loved.

"...Noel?"

The boy's voice trembled.

He stood, stunned.

Every guard was gone.

Only blood and silence remained.

"Why...?" he asked.

Noel's breath was shallow. Her legs weak.

Her hands were red with everything she hated.

But she met his eyes.

I always thought I was an egoist.

That I didn't need anyone. That love was for other people.

But... I liked you.

You were purer than anyone else.

I want to see the world you told me about. That... ideal world.

You made me realize what love is.

She smiled.

Soft.

Real.

"Just because it's you."