"So, in short, you're not going to be a dark elf and you're going to die like that?
I don't mind if I get good data. "
"I'm not the only one who's tolerated being a dark elf....
As long as I'm alive, I'll... goho! I have to lead..... "
In the "political prisoner camp", covered in a cloudy swamp in Nakashu.
"Teacher," Gibal Magza, lying on a woven floor with grass, stares at the ceiling, wrinkling even more.
In the agony of not knowing whether she was alive or dead, Gival Magza did not lose sight of herself.
When you become a dark elf, your body adapts to evil, and you will be spared pain and your life will endure. But Gival Magza didn't feel like a dark elf.
Gibal Magza was a prisoner, but some were allowed to visit. Probably to put the village together. Killing Gibal Magza, our leader, will create a rebellion, but if he is alive, he will somehow remain in his previous form.
Gibal Magza herself wants it. I don't think I can do anything more now, but I must lead the tribesmen as spiritual pillars. And you have to be noble until the end so that someone can inherit that pride. That was the last job for Gibal Magza.
Along the side, a witch dressed in shame is crouching down to observe Gibal Magza.
She is neither mocked nor angry. I was just curious.
"... witch, there was a war over 400 years ago at the southern end of this continent that threatened the survival of the human race."
"I know. I was in that fight, too. On the losing side."
"I see... we fought too..."
Every time you breathe, your lungs hurt like blood vessels are being dragged out.
Sinister Gibal Magza was dying of suspicious medicine administered twice a day.
In pain, all the memories of the distant past are beyond my mind.
"Many of my comrades who are closer to me than my family... died in battle.
Men and women... even the breath of the gods was by my side... just to survive, as if they were one life... together... we were the world... "
As if the old wound was painful and feverish, the hot tears spread all over Gival Magza's cheeks.
"Do you understand.....
I can't change my way of life anymore. I can't sell my soul...
Whether that's true or not... is irrelevant... "
Soyu, it might be.
The witch nodded unexpectedly, sighing.
It was close to the outskirts of the residential area in the center of the forest.
There are sparse trees and open spaces with fluffy meadows.
A refreshing wind with a green scent blows through occasionally.
Cruz Salina sat on a bench with a backrest of vines that had grown well from the ground.
Her hair, which was beautiful grass, was as white as that of an old man.
She was just gazing up at the sky, not dressed as a witch, dressed like a sleepwalker.
Oh?
She turned around listening to the footsteps of Riera Ramirez as she approached her.
"Hello, good to see you."
"... yeah"
Riera Miles replies alive to her smile and confess.
"What's your name?
"Riera Miles....."
Yes, Mr. Riera.
It was the same question I had when I met him yesterday.
Cruz Salina, who was bright, suddenly became suspicious.
"Name... that? What... I wonder. My name...."
Cruz.
Riera Miles called out her name to put on her words with a slightly cannibalistic tone.
Cruz Salina. You're Cruz Salina.
"Cruz... I'm sure it is."
"What were you doing?
"... I don't know"
Cruz Salina looks up at the sky.
And he cut through the flock of darkly dyed trees, and looked up high, and the sky was blue and clear.
"I have to go somewhere, I have to do something... I've been thinking...
It's not like I'm just sitting here....
We have to... help them. I have to protect it....
But... how? From what...?
Cruz Salina collapses with her head in her arms.
Cruz!
"I can't think... I can't...
Oh, my head! Ahhhh!!
"It's okay. It's okay. Right?"
Cruz Salina screams with her head in her arms and shakes her head like a nagging child.
Riera Miles embraced her gently.
"Nothing... you don't have to worry about. It's okay... don't worry..."
I was sad to be able to tighten my chest.
Cruz Salina doesn't know what the colour of Riera Miles' skin means anymore.
I've forgotten who I should fight against, but I'm still trying to defend myself.
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Rene sat on the rooftop edge of "Sansodium", which was kneaded with plants that were difficult to describe as both vines and trees.
Cruz Salina and Riera Miles are on the grasslands below.
"The contract requirements are met, so I'm going to ask you for a no-claim, no-return on the results."
There is no extinction. You often kept your promise to me in that situation.
... at least pray that the time left for her will be calm. "
And the ghost of Salesaiah, which floated beside him, looked thin as he could see through the light of the sun.
The disconnection from the veins saved my life, but Cruz Salina was already in the same condition as a junkie.
I am also physically impaired, and I don't know how many more years I can live.
René let her go and gave her freedom for the rest of her life, thinking that she would kill her for nothing if she didn't.
I didn't feel sorry for her, but I thought she was also a victim of the Great God.
Sato...... no, what is going to happen to this tribe?
"Depending on the situation, I can't guarantee it.
But if they remember the grudge that was trampled upon them, and raise the voice of wrath, then I will be with them. I don't do it alone when I throw it away or when I consume it. "
I don't say it's deceptive to protect.
After all, René's battle was a battle attributed to René's own anger. René knew it well and didn't dare to blur it to fool his allies.
René just stood around with as many people with the same purpose as possible, and decided not to let those who followed. Otherwise, there is no way to defeat a mighty country.
Saresaya smiles quietly.
Is it comforting or achievable? Even readable emotions were complicated and difficult to say.
Well, it's time to say goodbye.
With the words of Rene as a sign, the ghost of Salesaiah, who floats under the sun, is entangled in a chain of gold.
Thin gold chains, as if they had jumped out of René's chest, are not physical, but rather like illusions visible only to the soul. It was a testament to René's complete capture of Saresaya's soul.
The raw wind winds wind around the Renaissance.
The gravity of a soul like a black hole.
This is the revelation of Rene's power (cheat), which eats the soul and breaks it down to feed itself.
"Is there anything left to say?
"... that's right. Now, there's only one..."
Instead of dying, Saresaiah is calm as her hair is blown away by the wind that eats her soul.
She looked at René with her eyes full of foresight.
"Gain those who believe. I'm sure that's what you're missing."
"Eh...."
Rene unexpectedly leaked her voice.
--What's left to say... to me?
Believed companions.
At the very least, I do not believe that those in the current executive position would betray so easily.
In the first place, Rene has the ability of "emotional perception", and if she has inside her friends hostility and rebellion, she can spot them in one shot. That's why there's no need to believe or doubt...
That's why we're blind spots.
Originally, Rene crossed the inevitable conflict in building the organization and came here.
--But... what is that?
Rene thought it would be good to create a structure linking profit and purpose and have the trust in the way the organization is, rather than the vague and unreliable relationship of individual trust, because we will do the act of wickedness with dignity.
Because it was successful, the elves were able to help.
If Rene is worried about herself personally, it's a good mistake.
Even my allies deserve to hate me.
Who will believe it? Who do you want me to trust?
Even if René had a feeling for him, would that be just unreliable sympathy, like the sand cabinet?
René remembers that she is a young Saresaya but an elf and lives more than 300 years older than herself. That was her last words.
Saresaya doesn't say anything anymore.
As the shape collapsed, he danced in the wind and flew into René.
"Ah...!
Rene is more agitated by the impact.
It was as if you were drilling a hole in your chest and pouring hot, liquid lead into it.
"Heavy... this is the biggest thing ever. I'll sleep for about a week until I get used to it...."
With the uplifting sensation, your whole body becomes hot as if you had a fever. It's supposed to be the body of an undead with almost no body temperature.
I'm getting that reaction because I ate my soul. It takes some time for this powerful force to become familiar with Rene's soul, and Rene is caught in pain proportional to the size of the soul she has eaten.
Anyway, René turned his heel to rest somewhere safe, and there was something black and small sometime.
"Hmm."
Oh Mialanze. What's the matter with you?
"Nhh...."
A black cat approached and fell asleep with his stomach on the back of René's foot.
Mialanse, which was destroyed by the activation of Soul Origin Magic (Primary Spell), was first aid repaired by Evelis and is now in this state.
We are talking about healing in a forest full of evil vitality, but the current situation is just a cat, wandering around Rene and Everis.
While rubbing his back against René's feet, Mialanze looks up at René with amber eyes.
It seems that the spirit has also reached cat level so far.
"Hey, you can't walk."
"Ugh."
"Absolutely....."
Rene had no choice but to pick up the black cat and walk out.
Mialanze was groaning and his throat was squeaking, but he was still being beaten.