Soul Eater of the Rebellion

Craig, who escaped Onigajima, headed straight west.

You can't help Crimut on your own, and you can't just involve your friends and acquaintances. In this predicament, only the sky was able to defeat Krea.

When I was heading west, there were Crimt and Goz, and the three of them walked the "Law Street", but I can't afford to relax on the street in Clyde today.

He broke out of the Mansion with his discretionary body, hurt the flagman who tried to hinder it, and exchanged blades with one of the twins who was defending the Onimon Gate to give it to him. All of them can only be described as very serious crimes, and they also commit the biggest taboo of getting off the island.

There was no doubt that there were chasers, and Craia avoided the streets and went into the mountains, running like a wild beast through the grass and trees.

Even when entering the Canary Kingdom from the Adastella Empire, it did not go through the formal process and added a border breaker to the pile of crimes, but the choice was successful and the chaser did not finally show up, and Craia managed to reach Ishka.

However, because I kept running without even taking a break from eating and sleeping, I almost crawled on the ground when I reached the empty mansion. I barely put my hand on the bell, but I lost consciousness there - the next time I noticed, Claire was sleeping on the bed.

The dirty clothes have been changed and the mud on the face and limbs has been soaked. And then...

"It's been so long, it hasn't been so long."

And the sky stood beside him. He quietly talks as he looks down at the crya lying on his bedside.

Claire called out the other person's name with a trembling voice.

"... so... which one?"

A terribly blurred voice. Hearing that voice like an old woman, the sky frowned unexpectedly.

Then he silently grabbed the water bottle placed on the table, poured water into a small cup, and handed it to Craia.

Craia, who received it in haste, realized that her throat was sore late and instantly swallowed up the contents of the glass.

Craia, who emptied the glass, gave a deep breath before lowering her head into the sky.

Thank you, Emperor.

"You're welcome. So what happened? Speak slowly."

"Ha, yes...!

As prompted, Claire starts talking about what happened to her.

While talking, Craig was wondering how he could help the sky.

Only the sky can help Crimut - that's what I wanted to do with Ishka. If it is empty, you will be able to fight both without fear of the eight flags of the blue forest that protect the gate, and without fear of the monsters and demons that tread behind the gate. I'm sure that's not a mistake.

However, it is only a powerful and spiritually possible story. When I thought about the emotional side - that is, when I thought that the sky would fight for Crimut or for Craig with my life - there was no answer other than no.

Of course, it was only a while ago that the Kriers fought the sky as the Blue Forest flagmen.

I didn't forget. While I was on my way to Ishka, this was always in the corner of Craig's head. I didn't think about it because I didn't have time to think about extra things to shake off the chaser that would be behind me.

--However, I was aware that it was an excuse.

Claire was scared. There is no reason for the sky to help us. Nor can we offer enough profit to move the sky. There's no point in reaching Ishka. I was afraid to confront those facts.

When I confronted him, I knew that the thing I was holding on to would cut off and fall on my knees at that moment.

And once you get on your knees, you won't be able to stand up anymore. Claire knew that, too.

That's why I kept running without thinking.

So even if you put the sky in front of you, nothing comes to mind.

Had it been before, you could have offered yourself as a consideration. But now that you've committed many sins, you can't do it. Claire is a convicted felon, and being in an empty house is causing immeasurable trouble.

I can't help being kicked out of the house to leave right now. No, rather, it was natural. Because Claire is endangering not only the sky, but also those around it.

--I knew so much, and yet, in the shallowness of myself trying to reach the opponent, Craia remembered despair similar to dizziness.

Eventually, Craig, who had finished talking about everything, looked into the sky as he struggled to swallow. I don't know if the blurred vision of the sky is due to fatigue or tears. I don't even know how the sky looks down on Cliff.

Are you mocking me for knowing the plight of the Claires? Or are you expressing indifference that it has nothing to do with you? Or are you stunned by the selfishness of Craia asking for help?

Claire squeezes her hands to withstand the cold eyes of the imaginary sky. And I thought,

Just once - just once, trying to get help in the sky.

If you refuse to do so, I will leave this house in peace. Alternatively, you might want to put this neck out in the sky. It would be a splendid thing to beat a felon off the island. It will be a replacement for the nuisance fee.

With such thoughts in mind, Craia speaks with a trembling voice.

"... an empty hall. Thank you for your patience. Please... can you come with me and help Crimt...?

A trembling voice around the throat. At the end of the day, you snuggle up like a crying child. With so much pity and shame, I could no longer see the face of the sky.

Faces down, spilled tears stain clean bedding. I have caused trouble in places like this. That's when Claire tried to cover her face with both hands.

Oh, that's good.

Such words shook Claire's ears.

There is no mockery, no astonishment, no kindness or sympathy. It was a very mild voice. I was told that I wanted you to go shopping with me, and I wonder if this would sound like this if I replied with my consent.

Claire raised her face as if she had been played, but her face was darker puzzled than joy. The red eyes were engraved with suspicions that the words I had just heard were hallucinations of the end of my thoughts.

"............ you know, Emperor, right now...?

"Hmm? Oh, I said good. You want me to help you save Crimut?

"Yes, yes, yes!

Okay, I'll lend it to you.

That said, the sky reached out to Claire's face. A light shock struck Craia's forehead when she unexpectedly closed her eyes.

Impact is not painful. The customer's forehead was slightly pushed by the finger tip. It was about that size.

"Ah"

Normally it was nothing, but now Clyde can't resist such a small force.

Craia, who was just sitting on the bunk, was dressed as if she were lying on the bunk again in the sky. Your head is buried in your pillow when you make a sound.

The sky couldn't help but say to Craia, who blinked her eyes.

"Now, I'll bring you something to eat, so sleep until then."

When I'm finished, the sky quickly returns its heel and leaves the room without waiting for Claire to respond.

Claire tried to hold her tongue, turning her back and saying something - at least a word of thanks. But your vision diminishes faster than your words. The empty words "I will help you" filled my chest with real feelings and cut what I was holding on to.

It was as if the darkness had come down in front of her, and Craig's consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.

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"Hmm. I don't know who pulled the drawings, but they do the tricks."

Looking back on Claire's story earlier, I threw up in disgust.

I don't think a series of events is a lie. It is true that Crimut has lost sight of Clyde, who is about to die.

However, when Craig, who had crossed the island, arrived in Ishka without ever being attacked by a chaser, he was unable to accept this case at face value.

--Someone is using Craia to lure me to Onigajima. It was more convincing than guessing anymore.

As I walked down the hallway, I remember Claire's face earlier. Her eyes were depressed, her cheeks were scratched, her hair was rough, and she looked like an old woman who was too old for her original hair color. The skin has turned earthy through the white, and if the seals hadn't discovered it last night, they would have been breathing out in front of the gate.

From this, it can be inferred that Craig himself has nothing to do with the plot. Then why was Claire used to lure me out?

"Do you think you had a passion while you were holding him hostage?"

Chi, slap your tongue. In my opinion, there was a verse in Ayaka that was thought of as well. It's no wonder someone else thought the same thing.

If I'm willing to help Crimut with Claire's request, I have to go through the gate anyway.

Do you want permission from the House of the Sword to lower your head or push hard? The former is tantamount to yielding to the Dagger's House, and the latter means becoming a real criminal. Either way, I'm in trouble.

And that is precisely the aim of those who thought of this solution.

What if I choose not to take either of them and abandon Claire?

If that happens, you might be thinking of someone who can take care of those who are in your way.

I wonder if the solution came from around Gilmore. However, it is difficult to imagine Gilmore moving with the uncertainty of "affection" in the calculation, so it is possible that there are others who have come up with wisdom.

Whoever the mastermind is, use the feelings of my sister, who thinks of her brother, to frame me. I don't like it at all.

But as a result, you inspired me. You will have to be grateful for that.

What triggered it? Of course, it was the trigger to enter the Onimon Gate.

One day Crimut said there were as many monsters in the gate as there were fantasies.

Of course, I was interested. However, there were problems like the ones mentioned above to get around the Wisp Gate, and the poison problem of Hydra was not solved, so I was unable to move on to action until now.

However, because the Dagger family set me up all at once, my hopes became feasible at once.

By using this trick all the time, let's make sure the opponent has a face.

Fortunately, there's something I can do. Without lowering his head to the House of the Sword, and without dying his hands in the crime, he then walks around the gate in a way that eliminates the sins that Claire has piled up.

When it comes to the Crimt, let's go through the gate and think about it. Honestly, if I hadn't known you were alive or dead - well, maybe you're alive. If it's for my sister, she'll survive a muddy rinse.

I laughed ironically and assembled a plan of action for the future in my head.