If you sleep, you can forget what you hate, that's what I thought.

But people can't even get peace in their sleep when they're really depressed.

A malicious (...) nightmare strikes Cyril like a pushover.

"Congratulations"

She pretended to be happy.

But who wanted it?

When a person with bad behavior does just a few good deeds, he is highly regarded by his surroundings.

The less attentive students are, the more adorable they are to their teachers.

That's what humans are for.

Better not be expected.

Because no matter how good you are over others, if you can't respond to it, it's a cold assessment to be directed from around you.

"It's amazing, Cyril, to be chosen by Master Origin."

For several years now, I had learned how to grow potatoes from my parents.

After getting a dedicated space in the corner of the field, I've finally been able to get enough stuff to sell these days.

It was fun.

Let's use that removed crop today, make some sweets, and behave to our parents.

They would laugh and say “yummy” and stroke Cyril's head.

I was happy.

"Don't give a shit about the field, you do your part"

My father said happily.

My mother was snorting, too.

Cyril is forced to smile and respond in order to meet the expectations of both of them.

At that time - if I was crying and complaining “I really don't like it," would something have changed?

No, I had a bad dream.

Wake up.

Bad reality was spreading.

Lying on a hard, cold ground, Cyril opens her eyes thinly.

It's dark and chilly because it's under the shadows of the building, even though the surroundings are in the morning.

It was the back of a shop on the east side of the Central District.

It is the place where the two arrived, looking for a place out of the sight of man.

Boo-hoo, Cyril stares at the gray view that spreads in front of her.

"Envious," he snapped, observing a small bug crawling around in desperate search of food.

No, I guess he's got a lot of difficulty - at least he's supposed to live "for himself”.

But she can't do it anymore.

When you try to act for yourself, reason stills.

You hurt your loved ones, you betrayed the expectations of others, you ran away, and you sweetened them without paying for their sins.

"Are you awake?

I heard mute.

She was eyeing first, sitting on the ground and keeping her back on the wall.

"... yeah, I'm awake"

Yesterday, after I met her, I exchanged words many times.

Mute insists.

"Humans, just yourself. Others, Want, Understand Truth, Can't '

And it is also impossible to meet the expectations of all.

But still - Cyril is afraid that she will be turned to disappointment.

"Kindness, justice, anger, hatred, everything else... words, no. Meaning, same. All, for your own good '

This world is shaped by the self-satisfaction of all people.

The feeling of caring for others is also hypocritical if stuck.

The giver and the recipient, those two channels coincidentally coincided, so they just establish themselves as “kindness”.

"For the sake of others, live. Someday, myself, I'll break '

Above that rail, there is Cyril now.

The atonement for sin, and continuing to blame oneself, is just self-satisfying, so to speak.

Doing that doesn't mean you can heal someone who's hurt because of you.

So pierce your wishes - Mute keeps preaching that.

Still, Cyril never changed.

A chain of guilt wraps around sinking emotions and doesn't allow them to surf.

"It's time to get started. Follow me."

So Mute stood up and started walking towards somewhere.

Sleeping Cyril rubs her swollen eyes and chases her little back.

◇ ◇ ◇

Mute didn't tell me what to start.

They both, as always, wrap their thin, dirty robes around each other, wear their hoods deep and walk with their faces hidden.

Plugging into the East Side began to increase the number of wealthy people, whose outfits, on the contrary, were attracting the attention of their surroundings.

As Cyril wanders her gaze suspiciously, the mutt rushes to a man in his twenties or so approaching from the front.

"Mute?"

Cyril is confused, speaks up, but the mute doesn't stop.

I stopped in front of him as I was, grabbing my shoulder.

Of course, men stare at mutts.

But she didn't move, and... she activated her abilities.

"Empathy"

Special, there wasn't any visible change.

But Cyril heard the damp sound of the will disappearing from the eyes of a man, and the blah, blah.

When Mute takes her hand off him, she walks out again without saying anything but that she's used.

Cyril followed her as she looked at the man who stopped moving.

Even then, Mute, who went into the park where it was earlier, touches people and snaps "sympathy" and repeats it.

"Hey Mute, what are you doing?

She won't answer if she asks.

But watching people stop moving as soon as the mute touched them, I got that sense of fear that something horrible was happening after a while.

Of course Cyril doesn't know who she is.

So I never even imagined I had that ability (...).

If you knew, of course, even Cyril now would have tried to stop it.

Once you go around there, follow the park from a different exit from where you came in.

And when he moved to a position where the condition of the park could be ascertained at the critical point, the mutt finally turned towards Cyril and opened his mouth.

The neck of that robe is somehow red and black and damp.

"Ready, ready. Getting Started"

"Preparation, what do you mean?

"Empathy. Connecting consciousness, not individualizing, homogenizing. Consciousness, turbidity. Self, loss. That kind of thing from the start, Origin, pour. Me, rule."

"Integration? Origin or domination? I'm sorry, as I can see..."

"See. So, I get it"

Mute said so, pointing toward the park.

Cyril looks in that direction, as she tells her.

Then - a man who was walking began to bash his fist.

Of course it's not in your mouth.

Still forcefully, he pushes in as he cuts the ends of his lips, and swallows them up to his elbows as he deforms his face and throat.

"... Huh?

Cyril didn't understand what had happened to him.

He swallows his own arm, has trouble breathing, and seems to suffer like a launched fish.

But his arm never pulled out, and eventually he suffocated and stopped moving.

"Dead...?

Death of a person.

Unusual.

That's what's happening in front of me, without any foretaste.

Cyril never messed up because of too little realism

But it is only now that the mind can afford it.

A woman next to a dead man hits her head on hard ground all of a sudden.

She won't stop, no matter if her forehead is cut and blood runs, or if something sounds crushing.

I rub my head desperately on the ground, even if I can't help myself on both arms.

The act lasted until she was completely desperate.

"Ahhh... ahh..."

A boy walking so close chops the meat off his arm like bread.

Blood runs sloppy, but he doesn't want to be there.

And I gripped it, and threw it into my mouth.

Continue further and peel off some meat, cheeks.

"Hey, what... what, wake up...!

The boy's mother twitched her own eyeballs out with her fingers and threw them away.

Try to stir your brain with a forceful insertion of your hand into an even more pompous cavity.

"Mute... no way, you're making me do that...?

"Yes, I let him do it"

Even Cyril realizes that.

And Mute answered instantly as well.

It was this, this crazy sight that brought me here - that she said she wanted to show me.

Everywhere in the park, humans destroy their own flesh and lose their lives.

What the hell is the point of the act?

"Do what you want, do. Others, irrelevant. Living certificates, scars, leaving"

"Oh, no, that's crazy!

Roughing his voice, Cyril stares at the mute.

But her face is hidden in the hood and she doesn't look good.

"Weird, nothing. Right or nothing. I am, me. Want, fulfill."

"Even though people are dead!? You can't be forgiven for being so selfish!

"The eyes of others, it doesn't matter. I don't mind being selfish. Reason to stop, no."

Sure, she said that.

Don't live for others, tell them to pierce their wishes.

Still, I don't think Cyril is right to kill someone else for that.

"Cyril, stop, hope. Then you can kill me."

"Oh, that's..."

"Me, brave man, I can't win. Cyril, I, I can kill you. I, die. Others, live."

Mute is right, as long as Cyril pulls out his sword.

That alone may survive some of the strangers who suffer even there.

That's what a brave man should do.

But - where I killed her and conceited the brave, Cyril will not be saved.

Nothing changes.

I just get crushed by expectations again and kill myself (...) wings.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Cyril groaned and shook her right arm.

The sword will not be held in its palm.

If you don't kill Mute, I'm sure she'll be annoyed by the guilt of abandoning people.

But if you kill Mute, you will bear the sin department that killed her, lose your stopover, and be plunged into darkness again with no light or nothing.

Which one did you choose - there, hell.

Victims increase even while they are troubled.

Is the only salvation not to hear the cry of the severed demon?

Pale, only the sound of torn flesh and broken bones can be heard from the park.

"I can't believe I killed you... but oh, just go away... what am I supposed to do...!

On his knees, Cyril moans.

I scratch my feet in the mud and get further into the back.

"Decide, yourself. It's all for me."

"Well, I don't know what to do with it."

Cyril looks up at the mute as if he were sneering.

Then, the face hidden in the hood was well visible from the bottom.

Bullshit.

What's there is not the face of a pompous girl, who seems to be an adult.

A disfigured surface, like peeling at your face, scraping it off and stuffing some kind of meat in there.

Besides, it itself lives and moves.

Let's go, pulsating, crawling, drawing a spiral, twisting clockwise, spitting blood out.

"Ha..."

Exhale, and then nothing will speak, Cyril.

No, instead of voice, I can't even breathe.

Why is Mute - then, looking just like the last Maria I saw?

Who the hell is she when it comes to her ability to manipulate people into suicide?

What the hell are they like?

What the hell am I involved in?

"Ah......"

Finally get your voice back.

But doubt, fear, confusion, despair - there's a mixture of emotions that make red and black nausea, and my head doesn't work properly.

Mute, on the other hand, transformed into a foreign form, stared still at Cyril as he pulsed the vortex of meat silently.

"Uh-oh, uh-oh..."

In my head, my consciousness, my emotions, inflate in an instant.

"Hih, hih... ahhh...!

I have to tell you something.

We should stop her from doing so.

It's not like that justice doesn't even exist.

But such tiny outrages before overwhelming fears are pointless.

I shake my neck sideways to see what I'm denying, I lean back, I hold my head...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Cyril screamed to explode her emotions.

"Ah -"

And the cry suddenly stops, and she loses consciousness.

Mute's face went back to normal as she collapsed and looked down at Cyril lying on the ground.

◇ ◇ ◇

- I heard someone.

When the flam that was standing up reacted to it tingly, he slapped both cheeks properly on his own to tighten his mind and run out.

There were a number of bodies rolling around the park that were both visible and unbroken, and whenever she saw a painful wreck, she hurt her chest.

And as she leaves the park - she witnesses someone falling to the ground and a girl standing near it.

On his white hair, his red and black face swirls and he hugs a stuffed animal in the shape of a person with both hands.

Flam immediately realized that she was mute, one of the spiral children (spiral childrens).

Fill the plana to the legs and accelerate to approach.

I was always ready to drain my soul eater.

I don't need to hesitate.

Betrayed by the Church, ragged and indiscriminately slaughtered, etc., it would be a child by analogy, but what - slaughter mercilessly.

But along the way, the hood of the girl who was falling shakes in the wind, and part of her face becomes dewy.

"Huh... Cyril!?

Unexpectedly, Fram raised his voice.

I didn't see it completely, but that face on my golden hair - she's probably the one who's falling.

Why is Cyril with Mute, who was missing?

Forget the reason, we have to rescue her first.

"About flam, me, unbeatable"

Let the meat swirl, and the mute enters a state of battle.

Flam also glanced at her and put his strength in the palm of his hand to pull through the soul eater.

"Oops, mute. That's not good, it's too early for a showdown."

Then a sudden nect appears forward.

Flam stopping your leg unintentionally.

Mute looked at him unexpectedly.

"Nect, why are you here?

"How can you leave your sister alone if she sees you taking the brave one at some point and being impotent on top of it?"

"... Indeed"

She is lightly convinced.

Flam, on the other hand, watched the two bitterly away.

"I can't believe you're even Nekt"

Anyway, if you're a mute, it's hard to deal with Fram alone when you show up to Nekt.

The boy has the same busy face and speaks to his gaze from above.

"Hey sister, I'm glad you made it out of Sheol"

"Thanks to you. I can afford it, but aren't you being targeted by Kimyra because you crushed Necromancy?

"Well, I can't deny that was triggered"

He seemed happy that Necromancy was crushed, but that was just a moment's dream too.

Shortly after joyfully returning to the king's capital, Kimaira attacked him.

"But I guess Satooki was going to do that eventually, because he doesn't have faith."

That being said, Nect's expression is irritating.

They also have a sense of fellowship.

Even he should be shocked by the death of Howis.

"Isn't it a big deal for Origin to dedicate herself to the heart and end up being betrayed and lost by the unbelievers?

Flam speaks out with the intent of provocation.

But the nect doesn't work.

I rather laughed mockingly, "Ha ha,"

"Might be"

And affirm.

It is a serious word in the nect that has devoted everything to the origins.

Surprising flam in his eyes, he spoke even more rap.

"Don't look so surprised. Satooki wasn't the only one who betrayed us. Even Origin does. We are complete abandoned pawns."

Every time I spin a word, I get a sad grin in his mouth.

"No, I thought so from the beginning. I was born as much as I could on the foundation. I've lived this far because of the kindness of my mother. But it's over, too."

I really don't want it to end - I guess that's what I really think.

So my voice trembles slightly.

"So from now on, we will kill the men of the King's capital indiscriminately. Kill equally, without distinction or discrimination, and carve into this world the proof of our life. It's rather refreshing. Finally, not for Origin, who doesn't even know his face, but just for ourselves, because we can fulfill our hopes. Come on! Hahahahahahahaha!

The laugh was empty and made me feel vain somewhere.

"I don't know if it's convenient for you... but what do you mean, Origin abandoned you? Didn't you live for Origin?

"Come on? We don't even know. That's just what happened, that's why I want to blossom at the end of the day."

He doesn't intend to give a detailed explanation.

Fram gave up a decent reward and said away in a voice that conceived his anger.

"There's got to be more to it than that!

"Ha, I can't. Like Kimyra, we are weapons. I've been raised by my mother for that. You know what the greatest happiness for a weapon is? It's about taking the lives of others. If you were born for that, there's no point in living without fulfilling it!

Nect also discarded himself emotionally as a loser.

Just because Necromancy was the exception, church projects are basically about creating tools to fight.

That was no exception with them, and their consciousness.

"But ink still lives with us as people!

"I hope you're not with the first generation. We're the second generation, not the same."

"That's not how I get it. It's more of a degradation of the second generation, restrained in parentheses, involving even others at the end of the sentence!

"It's spicy...... but well, considering she was the only one who would eventually survive, maybe your sister's words aren't wrong either"

That being said, Nect laughs masochistically again.

Fram, who was dealing with him, remembered the strange feeling.

I don't feel uncomfortable just talking about it before.

Instead, I have anxiety that it is likely to break even now.

Rather than being able to afford it, I give up everything, everything gets better, like I'm laughing -

"Well. I accidentally got in my mouth and hung out to buy some time, but I really can't die here. It's time for the other heroes to get out of here."

Nect apparently sensed signs of Linus or Gadio approaching.

Wake up with the mutt lying Cyril.

And when Nect put his left hand on her, he spread his right palm.

"Wait, why are you even taking me to Cyril!?

"Come on? Ask Mute that. Personally, I don't care about brave men."

Mute answers nothing.

Soon my face was back to the normal girl's, but I couldn't read anything from that look.

I could see you because of this, but I can't let you expose Cyril here.

Fram, aware of the risks, storms the nect trying to transfer, draining and shaking up the soul-eater.

And I slashed them - but the slaughter cut the sky.

It leads to the possibility that it has metastasized nearby, and Flam looks around in a agile motion.

But of course, you'll never find them.

"... got away. But why are you even involved with Cyril?"

Flam's head gets confused.

At least on the troubles of church entanglement, Cyril should not have been involved.

Did something happen at the party after Flam left?

So, Maria went missing.

Gadio and Linus came a little late to her as she stood up holding the sword.

"Flam, are you okay!

"I'm sorry, Fram, but I could have covered for you with a shooting if I'd noticed earlier."

Apparently, Linus noticed the presence of the Nects, but was transferred just before he fired the arrows.

Flam turns toward them and opens his mouth with a face that does not float.

"Cyril... I've been exposed to the nects"

"Why are you doing that again?"

"You mean they were after her?

"No, that's not what it seems like. I don't know what they're up to, but... if we keep killing people, that's what he said."

On the wind, the smell of blood flows from the park.

Flam ate his teeth with remorse as he put the tragedy at the edge of his sight.

"The park was very different. I thought it was Childrens."

I've heard from Flam, but even more than I imagined, Linus just seems to be feeling a little bit more.

Gadio, on the other hand, looked towards the park and had activated several “scans”.

"What are you doing, Gadio?"

"Same name, same status,"

"Mr. Gadio, that's for sure..."

"Oh, that's the same phenomenon you had with Dayne's men."

I stood in front of the flam trying to rescue the ink, about twenty men.

They were transformed by some hand into beings with the same name, the same status, and they were also losing their own will.

"I think maybe it was a girl named Mute who did that"

"Is that the second one? Then you should see that not one of the others is moving somewhere."

"Were there indeed three enemies?

"No, there are four of us, including Mother."

"... well, there was this inexperienced one who was dressed as a woman. I don't have enough hands to break up, it would help if Maria were here."

As one of them, they didn't think of Gene as a force of war from the beginning.

Most of all, where he was, there would be discord in his people and the air would just get worse.

"First, we have to split up and find out where the enemy is."

"I'm going to talk to Mr. Leach."

He might know something, including about the letter he sent.

"If Fram stays in the East Side, I'll explore it in the West Side."

"Then I'm the Central District."

"Um... can I leave the body of the park alone like this"

There is no longer a single survivor, but can we at least be as mournful - Flam thinks so.

But Gadio shook his head.

"Soldiers will arrive soon, we should leave it to them. In the unlikely event that you are suspected of being the culprit, you will be held for a long time."

"Yes... right"

"Fram says you don't need to be depressed, 'cause bad is the enemy"

"Besides, if you're sick to this extent, you don't have a kiri (...)"

"Huh..."

Gadio's words sound cold, but I'm not feeling anything with him.

Perhaps from here on out, there will be even more casualties.

Stop the spiral children (spiral childrens) as soon as possible if you want to stop grieving feet.

That's - that's what the Flams can do now.

The three broke up on the spot and headed to their respective destinations.

◇ ◇ ◇

Single, Flam headed to Reach's Mansion.

Even though she had not made an appointment, she was immediately put through to the guest room.

And earlier than the tea was served, Leach showed up in a hurry.

He asks, even sitting on the couch, with a glare.

"What happened in the park?

It was as if Fram was sure he knew that.

Leach spoke the following words before she answered:

"There was one servant out there, he hasn't returned. Probably the one that got involved and lost his life. The army didn't seem to know the situation yet, and the soldiers seemed confused."

It shouldn't be long since mass suicide occurred yet - that's just the ability to gather information.

Flam answers his questions firmly, even as he feels pressured.

"Children-related people manipulated people in the park to kill themselves."

"Nah...... why do you suddenly do that when you should have been working in secret before!?

"It's like being cut off from the church is trying to kill the people of the King's capital indiscriminately..."

That's not all we've decided yet.

"The church abandoned Childrens? Where did you get that information?

"Among the materials I brought back from Sheol was the location of the Childrens base. So when I had to tell that place with Mr. Gadio, I found signs of the battle and the child's body left alone. I know that place, and yet I have only a limited number of fighters who can kill Childrens."

"I see... so you're more than likely hit by Kimyra. But strange, why did the church bother leaving the body behind?"

"What? Oh, if you ask me"

He is a child who has grown a core instead of a heart since childhood.

Even if you don't have any direct involvement with Kimyra, you should be able to take useful data from research.

"Isn't it as if you wanted someone to find you"

"Does that... mean to us?

"It's only possible,"

Why does the Church try to give information against hostile flams?

That's when she remembered the letter.

"Speaking of which, since yesterday, we've been getting these things."

Remove the paper from your pocket marked 'Four More Days' that arrived yesterday.

And I offered it before the reach.

When he receives it, he spreads it in front of him and observes it seriously.

"Four more days..."

"I also received a letter today that said 'Three more days'. When I asked Eterna to look into it, she told me that normal people don't use fine paper and ink."

"Yes, indeed, the quality seems high"

"Aren't they used in cathedrals or royal castles?

"Hmmm......"

He gazed further at the written letter as he changed the angle of the letter.

She also checks the feel and roughness of the paper with her fingers, and even smells the nose close to her.

"Sure, with this paper, I think we had a deal. Well, Fram thought the letter might have been as informative from Kimyra as the corpse."

Flam snorts.

"If that's true, Kimyra...... no, maybe in this case we should consider it Satooki. Perhaps he's trying to push Mr. Fram and the others to handle the childrens who break out in the king's capital."

"If there are victims in the king's capital, won't churches and kingdoms be cornered?

"Even then, the most painful will be the Pope and the King today"

And the weak and delightful power of the Pope and the King is about as good as the ambitious Satooki.

In short, he is trying to make the lives of the inhabitants of the King's capital a stepping stone for himself to ascend to further heights.

I hate to ride that thought - but if no one stops Childrens but ourselves, we have to do it.

"So this countdown tells us that Childrens will do something in three days..."

"For a moment, let me think so. It might be a bluff to rush the Frams,"

Either way, we can't let the Nects do whatever they want for three or four days.

Stop them before this countdown is over - Flam is going to.

"Welsey will be following the case soon, I'll tell her to share the information."

"Thank you, that helps"

"No... even for me, I knew what happened in the park one foot away"

That said, Leach looked a little lonely.

Even though I'm a servant, I've lived with you, you really want to put more emotions on the table and grieve.

Fram perceived his feelings and left Reach's mansion behind early.

When I go out through the gate, I look up into the sky and exhale loudly "Phew".

Three days left to count down.

Childrens looking to slaughter in Wangdu.

Chimaira's thoughts trying to make them and the Flams fight like that.

To the missing Maria, Cyril exposed to Nect and Mute.

Too much to think about, I can't get my head together.

Even if you're stopping to think about it, that's the same thing.

I couldn't think of a place to go, but - for now, Fram walked off the spot, trying to get a clue because of anything.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile, Gadio was traveling down Central District Boulevard at that time.

This place, where the most humans come and go in the Wang capital - if the aim of childrens is genocide, it is the most efficient place.

Sharpen your senses, look for people who are different from the average person, who exasperate killing.

No one wants to approach him with an even sharper eye, even though he has an oppressive face.

Subtle spaces were available for nature and crowds, thanks to which it was easier to walk.

But with all these people, it's extremely difficult to find the person you want out of them.

Proceeding from the north towards Wang Dunan Gate, just around the center of the main street -

"Khaaaaaaaa!

From the front, I heard a woman screaming.

People's gaze turns to you simultaneously.

- The carriage is running wild.

A large, metal luggage truck, known as a caravan, is killing people with no horse to pull it off.

Part of the human body caught in the wheel blows up and the bloodshed rises.

Boulevard was engulfed in chaos.

People desperate to stay away from the carriage so they don't get involved.

A wave of clutter pushes at Gadio as well.

"Get away from me. Wow!

Gadio says so in a temperamental voice.

Then people moved away from his vicinity, like scattering spider children.

Lightly aid the gap, kick the ground and jump on the luggage car.

Gaggy!

Pull out the big sword you carried, and when you rotate at high speed, you pierce the wheel.

The metal wheels are sturdy, but not enough to withstand the blow of Gadio.

Beard, destroy, roll to the ground.

There are three wheels left, but if you break even one, the luggage car should lose balance and slow down.

But strangely, the wheel doesn't stop spinning.

Continue to drive forcefully with a galloping scrape of the stone ground, as if it were equipped with some invisible power.

Immediately Gadio waved down his sword on the three remaining wheels as well.

Then, although it finally stopped - on the path it came through, there is a lot of blood and dozens of innocent people have fallen.

The noise didn't subside before, Gadio looks at the sight of the snort cry from a little high and searches for the killer.

But I can hear another scream coming from somewhere else.

When it is also the aorta of Wangdu, there is not one or two carriages with streets.

Now a small luggage truck started rambling multiple cars and hit people.

Gadio then wraps up a robe entering the alley and witnesses a deeply hooded boy.

"He..."

Probably the last of the spiral children (spiral childrens), Luke.

I had a desire to chase him, but I have to stop the carriage first in order not to increase the number of dead any more.

When he struck his tongue, he flew high from the top of the luggage car - towards the rampant luggage car, ejecting multiple blades of plana waving the great sword.

And land.

I immediately went into the alley and tried to chase him... but when I realized that it was the hero Gadio who saved the predicament, the people sprang up and surrounded him.

The road will be blocked and you will not be able to move.

"... fuck"

Gadio's words, which engulfed remorse, were wiped out by the hustle and bustle and never reached anyone's ears.