Dakara, Anata o Koko de Koroshimasu

─ ─ ─ How long has it been since then?

A day? A week? A month? A year?

I feel like I'm forgetting something. Something.

Serra thinks as she walks through the deserted streets.

"I have to live..."

Fluffy.

She rocks her body back, forth, left, and right, and Serra squeaks pompously.

The footprint is not depressed, and the focus of the eyes is not defined. It's like a toy with a broken Zenmai. No, Serra was literally 'broken' now and it wasn't weird when it ran out.

Emotions had disappeared. I no longer even forgot the pleasure I get from murder, I just started to kill mechanically.

I had also forgotten my name. You won't realize it's about you, even if someone called her by her name. The only reaction she gives back is sticking out a knife.

I also lost my memories. She no longer knows how she was born and raised and with whom she has been involved. I just couldn't forget that I forgot something important.

Something important.

"I promised, I did... We have to live. We have to kill him."

I'm not telling anyone. Serra keeps talking to herself.

At least don't forget the important 'something'.

─ ─ ─ Because if you lose sight of even your purpose, it's really over.

"We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him. We have to live. We have to kill him."

Over and over again.

Serra kept rumbling.

Second, stop that step.

One shadow ahead. A girl with blonde hair in a black coat and tinted eyes.

She's coming this way again with her fluffy footsteps, too.

But it's the eyes that are different from Selah's.

A strong gaze full of hatred.

".................. kill"

Second, the girl in front opens her mouth.

'The Revenge Ghost' approaches Serra as she expresses the flame from both hands and trembles into anger.

Serra also pulls the knife out of her sheath and takes a combat stance.

─ ─ ─ Selah doesn't remember anything about who this girl was. But it was immediately recognisable that she was the same immortal as herself, that is, the enemy to be defeated.

The girl said she would kill Serra. But that's the same for Serra. Never incompatible beings.

So.

"I will kill you here."

That's what Serra said.

I waved my knife down at the girl.

─ ─ ─ ─ Hate.

─ ─ ─ Hate. Hate.

─ ─ ─ ─ Hate, hate, hate!!!!

Hazel screams in her heart a hateful voice that burns herself down too.

Her 'power', 'fireworks'. The flames she wraps around in response to Hazel's hatred also show a spread, creating a burnt body around her.

All she has is hate at the earliest possible moment. Other emotions disappeared before the time. Breakthroughs in "Critical Points," with which she literally abandoned everything but her vengeance. It was supposed to start with a grudge that killed my family. I even forgot about that family. On the contrary, Hazel couldn't even remember her name anymore.

But there's only one name engraved on her chest that you'll never forget.

"Cecilia Waitley..................!

Hazel groans with hatred for the name of 'fanatic' who is no longer in the world.

I can remember her face, her voice, her smell, her warmth just by putting that name in my mouth. Hot flames dwell in her chest if she recalls each and every one of them, scorching her heart. Originally they strongly carve her presence by repainting emotions called 'love' with hate.

Cecilia is dead at last. Therefore, there is no point in this revenge. Hazel won't stop walking even though she's aware of it.

Kill Cecilia even if she's dead. I'm aware of contradictory theories, but if I didn't, my spirit would have been burned to death by my hatred.

And in front of her, a girl with cloudy, empty eyes in white hair.

Hazel is convinced at first sight of her body dyed with blood and carrying a knife.

He said he was the one who killed Cecilia Waitley.

".................. kill"

A word.

Hazel tells him to raise his right hand in flames.

Hot as the whole body boils. The enthusiasm burns my eyeballs and even distorts my vision. It doesn't matter. Hazel growls up at Serra with her elevated emotions.

"Kill!!

But at the same time, Serra was moving.

Shake the knife down. The right wrist that was about to strangle her right now is chopped off.

A tremendous amount of blood flows from the cross section, and the right arm cuts open the sky. But there's no way Hazel's going to groan in pain.

She has also lost her pain by breaking through the 'critical points'.

Grab Serra's right shoulder with her free left hand and fall together on the ground.

Soon he grabbed Serra's body with his right hand, which he was playing, and began to strangle Serra with his left hand.

"Ha... Ha...! Your, blame, Cecilia... Cecilia, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Suddenly, Hazel suffers from a severe headache that suppresses her temples.

Serra pulls the knife out so that she rips Hazel's palm into that gap, and now she switches her posture with a single poke at her chest.

Straight over Hazel, he held the knife hard with both hands and stopped stitching it to the ground.

With her body held down, Hazel stares at Serra as she groans in agony.

"Yusa, I don't... Huh! Because of you, I, Cecilia Ha, Gu, I kill you, I kill you!! Absolutely no, no, no, no!? Yu, yu, no!!!!

Hate that continues to amplify even after breaking through the 'critical point'.

Hazel's emotions finally began to exceed his tolerance when he met Cecilia, who was the most hateful, avenging opponent.

That is, his own spirit is about to be devoured by madness.

Hazel's eyes congested bright red on the evidence, and even seemed to shed blood tears. The heartbeat is unlikely to be faster, and sweat drips from all over the body.

Life expectancy literally shrinks to the point of hating them. Despite being in such a state, Hazel reaches out and squeezes Serra's neck.

"Damn, dude... I'll corn, scrub, corn!! Kuhihi, hate. I hate you! Kuhihihihi, kuhihihihihi!!

Strange noises begin to mix with Hazel raising her grudges as she strangles Serra. Throating, Hazel was making her laugh, which she was supposed to hate.

"Hey, you know what I mean!? Kuhihi, all the time, ever since then!! Ever since I met him!! Kuhihihihihihihihihi, Cecilia's laughter can't get out of my head oh, kuhihihihihihihihihihihi!!!!

…………

Serra stares back silently at Hazel, who is finally starting to look genuinely strange.

I even stick my knife in my heart over and over again, trying to take her life emotionally.

"It's like, like Cecilia's been living in me forever! Kuhihihihi, I'm laughing at you. I'm talking to you. I'm staring at you. Often hihihihihihi!! Oh, hate. Hate! I can't forgive you for hating me, but I want to kill you. So, what, you killed Cecilia!!!!

With a distorted grin and a rough voice in anger, tears in sorrow.

Hazel asks Serra.

And finally, Serra opened her mouth.

"... who is Cecilia?

"─ ─ What, to?

Hazel stares back at Serra with such expressions as incredible.

But Serra tilts her neck and gives Hazel another answer.

"I don't even know you. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, ma... uh..."

Tremble your lips with a whisper, and let your eyes open.

Shortly after, Hazel's emotions exploded.

"You yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Puffiness, and something in my head sounded like a thousand cuts.

No, that was the sound of the nerves ripping off the eyeballs.

Vision stains the darkness. I hate her so much. I can't see her face.

There was a sound of something playing.

No, that was the sound of a tearing eardrum.

I won't even be able to hear myself. I hate her so much. I can't hear her laugh.

I felt my fingers hitting something.

No, that was just the arm I was stretching fell to the ground. I hated her so much. The power to kill her is lost.

Still, she can clearly recall Cecilia Waitley's face, her voice, and her senses.

Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Kuhihi. hate. Kuhihi. hate. Hate. Kuhihi. Kuhihihi. kuhihihihihihi.

"Kuhihihihihihihihihihi"

Oh, I can still hear her laugh. What a hater. I can't help but hate. Kuhihi. i can't wait to hate it. Kuhihihi. i can stay as long as i don't forget that hate. Kuhihihi. even if you can't even remember my name. I am me. Kuhihi. I'm Cecilia Waitley. I'm just one 'vengeful ghost'. Kuhihi. so let me keep hating her until I stop this laugh. Kuhihihihihihihi.

Not even realizing that laughter was emanating from her throat, with a broken head Hazel paints a clear picture of her.

─ ─ ─ And without realizing his death, Hazel continued to hate Cecilia with laughter.

"Phew. This is the last time, huh?"

Sakura whines one person as she burns the Vengeful Ghost card.

The expression had a year-to-year unyielding grin.

"Now the time has come for eagles to rise to the surface stage as well. Soon, Sakura."

In the meantime, he rises from his chair and Sakara walks away from the headquarters of the Ermerado National Army.

Many corpses behind it.

There are only three people left in this world anymore.

"I'm sorry I can't show you the world you want. But I'll take plenty of souvenir."

And.

Turning off his expression, Sakara told him quietly.

"... so I have to turn him off first"

"I will not live..."

Poop, and Serra shrugs.

Walk the city fluttering and deserted.

Corpses, corpses, corpses wherever you look around. I don't see any living people anywhere.

So is that.

─ ─ ─ Because this world was destroyed by only a few girls.

"............... that?

So, Serra noticed.

There are no more lives left in this world.

But Serra has to live. You have to kill to live.

But who am I supposed to kill?

".............................................................................. hehe"

Huh.

Sella grinned after a while of thinking.

"Let's kill. Yeah, you just have to kill him. Let's kill them even if there's no one to kill them. Let's kill him. Let's kill him. We just have to keep killing the world, whether it's over or we're all gone. Haha, kill me, kill me, keep killing me."

A broken theory.

Serra walks out fluttered with mad-stained thoughts.

With a pure smile like a child, Serra whines with pleasure.

'Cause you promised.

Mental breakdown. Frenzy. Abandoned.

I'm sure if you look at her now, people will say those thoughts orally.

But if you dare point.

Celestia Valentine is.

─ ─ ─ Finally, we have crossed the 'critical point'.