Jacques.

Phil, who approached the altar...

- Unexpectedly, I took the knife out of my nostalgia.

Soon after I doubt it, the knife swings down on the chest of a woman sleeping on the altar.

It won't scratch.

with the force of the junction.

But.

- Out of spirits.

The "Orobus" avatar in the birdcage is plundered and extinguished.

"Do what..."

It wasn't long before I went into a stop.

Again, Phil stuck a knife in the woman's chest.

Now...

Blood, dancing.

It was an amazing amount.

It was an amazing momentum.

Red red liquid gushed out of the woman's chest like a fountain.

Phil right around the corner takes that blood splash like a shower.

Hands, feet, face, clothes, everything goes red stained.

What?

What do you mean?

Um, if I did something like that.

Never again will the bond...

"- Oh."

Karan, and.

When he threw away the knife all used up, Phil wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand.

"... you can't take it. Well, fine, it's a body to throw away anyway.

More than that, you have to be happy.

Because the intrusive juncture disappears and we can finally start cleaning!

That was Phil's voice.

It was Phil's face.

Yet.

Just a smile, not Phil.

Someone else.

I know better, someone else.

The most obscure smile in the world, a smile I never wanted to see again.

Phil's eyes look at me.

Phil's face turns to me.

Phil's lips opened.

Phil's voice says.

"Sorry to keep you waiting - brother"

- - Sister = Philene Posford