Last week, my prophecy was secretly raised by Isaac after Rufus and immediately became a formal prophecy through Ada.
Quickly, knightly consolidated National Arena. Late in the night, as I predicted, the same scene unfolded as it did in Euka.
An alien and amorphous young man appeared in the center of a huge magical formation in a dramatic state of alert.
The knights were attacked by a giant monster scattered with black vibes as they moved to quickly secure a young man who was overwhelmed by the sudden summons.
The monster destroyed a boundary that prevented metastasis. At the same time as the destruction, a person appeared in the form of a black robe covering his entire body, and in an instant he seized the youth and disappeared.
And today, the day after the summer solstice.
In conclusion, the summer solstice this year was as usual.
Yuka and Troy were royal castles, and I was well protected in Langley's mansion, and I was able to live without incident, but I couldn't prevent the sacrifice of young people from other worlds.
A Japanese youth who was sacrificed and slaughtered without knowing anything, and whose blood and soul were sacrificed. As a result, monsters have become more and more powerful. The work of the knights who managed to intercept and prevent further damage.
I was able to find out everything about the incident in the reports and newspapers of people connected to me - just anecdotals.
What's the limit to getting ahead of you, like every year? Or just a little more? What can I do now?
On the front stage? Or do you just stay in contact with trusted people and deal with the situation from behind?
I'm sure there are allies like Isaac and Ada.
I just don't know who I can trust. If any of the people I trusted were on the enemy side, it would be irreversible. Because I don't know where or who the Unknown Reaper is connected to.
Given that, I didn't think it was time to move.
Cassandra also said so. --As I thought... that's the best.
I'm just a student now.
I still go to school as usual today, feeling depressed while being protected by Max, who is still nervous about me.
To be honest, I could hardly sleep, so I get tired of sleeping for lack of sleep.
"Gladys...."
When I entered the classroom, Yuka stood in front of me.
Not the usual smile. Suddenly you're hugged with a crying face.
Last night's events must have been a shock to Yuka. Because he is a very positive hard-worker, he will accidentally forget that he was a normal high school girl in Japan until just less than two years ago.
I hugged my tiny body back in silence.
"I'm sorry! I can't do anything... I was supposed to be last year, wasn't I? Without Gladys, I would..."
Your trembling body sends an unbearable rage.
My classmates are watching us in the classroom. Everyone knows that Yuka and I were kidnapped last year by one of the sacrificial magicians.
Last year Euca was still speechless and could not read the newspaper properly. I didn't understand the exact situation, even though it was just a feeling of being caught up in a lot of trouble. Moreover, because Yuka's abduction failed, there is no way to know that the reincarnated Japanese, who were probably the next candidate, were sacrificed instead.
Over the past year, I've learned about this country, grasped the situation little by little, and finally managed to catch up with my current situation.
Another future I was supposed to follow was shown in this morning's newspaper.
"I'll be stronger! Just as Gladys saved my life, so did I. I understand the importance of my role...!
Euka now has a strong determination to declare.
A prophetic aid job that I didn't understand very well, but just did what I was told. The existence of Yuka can be eliminated as much as possible from the black melodrama that disturbs the prophecy.
The prophets were much more useful than last year. The ceremonial prediction points were eventually narrowed down to two locations to allow for effective handling.
Still not enough. Unless the ritual of sacrifice itself is prevented and the culprit is captured.
For the first time this time, the black hood man, Reaper, was officially identified. Many of those involved in the consolidation of the National Arena have witnessed the black sculpture.
Until now, my only existence in the memory of the prophecy was finally publicly confirmed and arranged. In fact, the arrangement is in a state where neither physique nor gender is known, but the fact that the existence of the Reaper has been shared in reality is a major advance.
Yuka will continue to strengthen herself by her own will. Can we prevent this tragedy next year?
I may have my job ahead.
Over the past six rituals of sacrifice, the connection with the other world has certainly grown stronger. Powerful monsters are invading the gates of other worlds, gradually increasing in strength.
That's why, in the last few years, monsters that aren't King's City have begun to emerge.
The same thing is happening not only in King's City, but throughout the country. Rather, the regions with many monsters will clearly know the difference. Like the mass outbreak of an unusual monster that lost Max's father.
The omens of Zachariah's later years are now beginning to take shape clearly.
"Yeah, I'm counting on Yuka's strength. It will be hard, but good luck."
Yes!
Supporting Yuka, it was also a word I could tell myself.
Yuka has a specific goal of controlling the dark atmosphere in her body and pointing out how to use it.
So, what about me?
The ability of the Prophet is a basic inspiration, so it is not something to do with hard work. Aside from communicating the information you learned to Isaac and Ada, what can I do now?
There's one thing I can think of.
If the time comes, develop the power to confront it. What I've done in my previous life.
--That's education.
Like before, you don't have to be serious. I can't stand up and do anything about it.
As a Gladys Langley student, I would like to try to increase my strength as much as possible, even within my reach. He's still in class, and he does well when he gets a chance.
"Gladys, what's wrong?
Yuka looks up at me and asks me, who has decided on the way forward.
"Yeah, I'm trying to do what I can."
Raise your face and gaze around you. Just the same class, Max, Chiaran, Noah, Viola. And of course Yuka.
Fortunately, there are talented young people around me who are suffocating with traffic.
Chiaran and I meet each other. I don't care what you see anymore.
The words said to Chiaran on my birthday - it lightens my heart when I remember.
--That much...?
Let's do it naturally, just like me.