Illimitable Until Death

Sirius questioned Sylvia and turned her head, looking at the two young girls around her.

In this case, it was Rem who came out first.

“Rem is not the wife of that man, nor the lover of that man. ”

Rem held the lock of the meteor hammer and stared closely at Sirius, declaring so with a strong voice of will.

“But all of this has been given to that man, only this emotion, this heart, Rem can swear that it will never be less than the presence of a wife. ”

This is Rem's heartfelt cry.

Believe it or not, even Sylvia can't argue with the emotions it contains?

In fact, Sylvia could not help but laugh, and look at Rem's eyes quite tenderly.

That is both recognition and recognition.

And unexpectedly, Sirius agrees with that emotion.

“With regard to the dedication of men, that is undoubtedly a thing called love, whether loyalty or affection. The only thing that this love has to admit, let alone our love as women, has always been pure, straightforward and indifferent. It is also a matter of course for the sake of love, anger, hatred and resentment! ”

Sirius nodded as he spoke to himself and nodded as he sang this sentiment.

Then his gaze went to Amelia.

“What about you? Hate the half devil! ”

Sirius was filled with loathsome, hateful voices that, like a blade, penetrated Amelia's body.

“My husband will die, you have responsibilities, some of them. If you take the husband's test, if you succeed, you can become a witch's container. If you do not succeed, you will die. As a result, your incomprehension, non-cooperation and disobedience led to my husband's death. Now, in what capacity do you stand before me? ”

This is undoubtedly anger relief.

But anger is also anger, and Sirius doesn't realize how unreasonable it is, does he?

Amelia had reason to bear Sirius' anger.

Amelia believes she should endure this anger, whether it be because of her past and Petticius, or because of her relationship with Fangli.

So...

“I am not the wife of the square, nor the lover of the square. ”

Amelia raised her head and said so with a serious look on her face.

“But that man is my knight. ”

Yes, it is.

Amelia's knight.

“I'm not as amazing as Sylvie, I can support the square behind my back as a wife and lover, and I'm not as capable as Rem. Whatever it is, I can do it. I regard everything in the square as the first priority, and both of them are really good. ”

And Amelia has always been the one who was helped, cared for and protected by Sylvia and Rem.

But even so...

“Even so, that man is still my knight. ”

Amelia so declares.

Before coming here, Amelia thought she should tell Sirius about her past and origins with Petticius, confirm her relationship with Petticius, and then understand all the complex emotions in her heart.

But now Amelia has only one idea.

“I would never agree if you wanted to take that man away from me. ”

Amelia looked straight at Sirius and made this announcement.

“Absolutely - won't let you take him away from me! ”

In contrast, the rest has become secondary.

That's what Amelia recognized.

It's just a shame...

“Ahhhh...”

Sirius trembled all over himself.

It's not because of emotion, it's because of unprecedented anger.

“How selfish...! How ugly...! How disgusting...! How hateful...! ”

Sirius screamed like crazy.

“Take my love away from me! And I'm not allowed to do the same thing? Can this be allowed!? Can be recognized!? Can it be recognized!? ”

The flames of the bear finally burned from Sirius.

That's literally what it means.

Although Sirius has the power of "anger," it does not mean that Sirius will have nothing but power.

As the ruler of anger, Sirius is equally very good at using the magic of fire properties.

“Let me burn you to ashes and take away from you those whom your enemies love! ”

Sirius' angry cry made Sylvia, Amelia and Rem look at each other.

Spin, the three nodded their heads simultaneously, facing Sirius.

The war broke out here.

……

At the same time, Beatrice arrived at the control tower where the bulimia was located.

“Buzz...”

In some space fluctuations, Beatrice came out of the distorted space, before the control tower.

Looking at the tall tower in front of him, Beatrice did not enter, but frowned and sounded bored.

“What an awkward hiding. Even if the smell is eliminated, the stench associated with the witch will never be eliminated. Let's give it to Betty, the rude one. ”

Beatrice's voice had just fallen, and one voice was ringing.

That's the sound of a slow tow on the ground.

“Coming, coming! Coming! Here comes the delicious food! ”

With such a joyous laugh, a teenager jumped from the tower and fell in front of Beatrice.

That's a kid with a ridiculously funny face on his face.

At first glance, it was just a small child, small in stature, very young in appearance, loose long dark brown hair, wrapped in cloth, very dirty.

But Beatrice knew that it was definitely not just a kid.

Because the eyes of a child will never reveal the desire and covetousness of wanting to swallow the whole world like the person in front of them.

“What a painful wait! There's nothing empty! And your throat is always dry! My mouth is falling apart! Even my teeth are itching! The only wish is all over the body! That's a drink! bulimia!”

Bishop of "bulimia," Ray.

Now, the teenager stares at Beatrice with incredible greed and smiles with a split mouth.

“Let's wait so long, this is the first sip, but we have to make sure it's delicious. Can't we just do it? ”

This is the precursor to hunting.

“… Betty doesn't seem to have much to say. ”

Beatrice looked at Rai with cold, disgusting and infinite mercy.

If you say so, there is only one sentence.

“For beasts with only appetite, even one more word makes Betty feel like she's wasting her time. ”

Leaving the words behind, Betty raised her hand.

Made Drinking laugh with joy.

“Whatever the struggle! ”

“Whatever it takes! ”

“Anyway, everything in this world is just the secretion in our bellies! ”

At the end of the day, Ray had two short swords in his hand, like a young swordtooth tiger, pounding in the direction of Beatrice.

Conflict, in the next moment.