Troy continues to explain his mischievous behavior in a subtle tone.
"Well, as a result of that, the world is beginning to connect quite a bit. The need to focus on the summer solstice is already diminishing. We're at a point where we can do it at any time. I was just wondering if it would be good ~, so let's try it on you today first."
I learned how to fight for something I couldn't abandon.
--You 're already connecting.
The (...) time (...) that I imagined blurrily became clearly shaped.
With such a look on my face, Troy exhaled in a willful manner.
"Ah, even so, it hurt to be unable to brainwash you. Grace is resting for the time being because of the impact of this big job. The fun project I was thinking about ruined it. It's too dangerous for me to keep you alone for a long time."
"So, isn't the ritual too hasty right now? Lack of preparedness is the cause of failure."
I dare try to encourage flip with a light tone.
But in my heart, I agree with Troy. I don't want to imprison me uncontrollably. I don't know what I'm going to do with my open eyes. He said he would never rest. Unfortunately, I don't know.
Of course, persuasion has no effect. Troy shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"When I said that, I wasn't prepared for the kidnapping in the first place. Now that we're out of here, we're gonna have to run to the goal."
"Some goals don't have to be reached."
"Because of the prince, I'm going to skip the fun events I've been working on, so I want you to cut me off as much as a goal tape. I've been really looking forward to knowing who you are."
"--I don't want to ask, what's the plan?
It can be a question machine by suppressing a slow mood.
I don't know what to think about fun planning or fun events just now.
"Well, once I've finished your interrupted brainwashing here, I was going to get it back to King's Landing and let you create a sea of blood with your own hands."
Troy has surprised me to confirm my reaction.
"I think we could have been tough with a sudden change of plans right now, when we were concentrating on the founding ceremony. I'll follow you from behind while you enjoy visiting your brawl. Every time the guards rush, relocate in a shift, and then kill them indiscriminately from scratch for endurance. It was the best scenario to pull up and enter the summoning ceremony as soon as I enjoyed it to the limit. Don't you think you've made the ultimate sacrifice of despair and blood?
Troy announces plans that have collapsed with ease as he goes for a walk.
Lose words in too much content.
"I really wanted to target your family and friends, but there are only people around you who are too strong. Even my younger siblings are already strong, and the Langley family is against the rules. My only goal is my mother-in-law, but I didn't go to Tokyo this time."
The first target was the Langley family's town house, and I will list each and every one of the servants I have taken care of since I was a child.
"Ten minutes later, there was supposed to be a big blood festival at your house. I wanted to burn them in your eyes at the end of their part-time career, when their dear ladies slaughter them. Ah, it's really ruined by the prince."
I feel more uncontrollable pain than fear when I count my fingers like a child with an infidel face.
A delusional plan just to push me into hell. The look in his eyes clearly shows that he meant it.
I'd rather be killed here than get caught like that.
How many surveys and simulations have you repeated in your head in the short time since you found out who I am?
"--Did you hate me so much?
I couldn't help it.
Seventeen years ago, a one-time encounter.
I've been trying not to look at it for a long time, but I'm not saying I don't know.
Regardless of force majeure, I left a lonely child in need of help in this world without any help. I couldn't just relax and watch it grow after that.
A generous follow up on Yuka may be the price for its backwardness.
"The more desperate the sacrifice, the better the quality of the ritual."
Troy didn't answer. Because that's something I don't even bother to say...?
"If you were a teacher, you'd have noticed. Don't you wonder why Grace and I have the same signs?
Sudden conversation. While lying on the table, she looked up at a cold smile.
If you ask me, yes. It was the strangest thing.
Their presence is exactly the same. Completely synchronized. That's why I was deceived.
I had no doubt that the first Grace I met was my Reaper.
"It's a simple story. I was the first desperate sacrifice."
Behind Troy's eyes, looking down at me, there was a clear madness.
"It seems that the world I once lived in is far beyond the world of monsters. Our souls are somewhat distracted by the darkness of their movement through the other world. That's why it's a great landmark for sacrificing monsters from other worlds. Dr. Zachariah died on a snowy winter solstice night. I wonder if it was because it was the least likely day for the soul to go back to the other world? Then, just six months later, at the summer solstice, I had my first summoning ceremony. Sacrifice yourself. - Doctor, do you know what that means?
He asked me to peek deep into my heart.
In other words, the monster in Grace was summoned by Troy. But Troy is still alive... how much blood did he give you?
Still, as a sacrifice, I split the same blood and became a connected being--- enough to share signs and abilities.
But I'm sure that's not what Troy wants to tell you.
Six months after Zachariah died, he performed his first ritual. Besides, sacrifice is by itself. You're throwing at me to see what that means.
It's your fault.
I am the culprit of all my murders to this day.
The world Troy wants to connect to is the world of monsters, even more so.
"Actually, at that time, one leg was eaten by the body of the monster before it became Grace. It was like being dissolved in a black fog. Want to see it?
"─!?
I can see my feet looking particularly unusual from the round robe. Suddenly, the foot with the shoes on stretched out from the bottom of the trousers like clay. Immediately return to its original shape and then jump gently with both feet.
"You don't look like a prosthetic leg. That's because I don't have the ability to regenerate like Grace. I'm substituting for the gas."
Troy, by the way, scratched me like I was nailed deep inside my chest.
It was supposed to have happened when I was only seven years old. Even if there was a memory of the previous life, it was up to elementary school students. It's a child without a scratch.
Without asking, just a trembling voice comes out with a mouth.
"Why are you saying that?"
"I don't know!? You know what I want the most!?
Troy became violent for the first time.
"─ ─ There's only one thing I ever wanted and still want. Just go back to that place!!
There was no word to return to that exact phrase, which shrunk from my soul.
"At that time, I died as a sacrifice. That's why I'm still trying to change my crazy life. I want you to take responsibility for what you did to me."
Proclamation of Troy without any doubt.
I felt caught up in the past when I ran away from my eyes.