The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The fire that scorches the castle gets stronger and stronger, and the tongue of the Fire crawls around the stone wall, spreading after scorched licking. The stimulating odor of black smoke not only strengthens the eyes, but also the brain, dragging the memory of Arnold's nightmare from the depths of his heart.

The glimpse of Alisa's sneer was the last trigger.

"... Alisa, why are you laughing like that... like that woman...!!... I can't believe it..."

Arnold pushed his firm fist into the temple, resisting the urge to scream. The idea of overwhelming his head for a moment shocked Arnold as if his feet were collapsing. You can't stand up properly, keep your shoulders on the wall, exhale rough breath, and get dizzy.

The old wounds of the heart sustained in the fire continue to bleed.

I haven't forgotten it or healed it.

I'm just greeting you with selfishness so you don't know from the outside.

The twice as much love for his family turned into sadness.

There's no way you can forget after all these years.

I can't imagine from wild words and deeds, but Arnold hides the delicacy of a vulnerable boy. The constant and invincible smile is also to cover it up.

Only one of the best friends of the same Five Warriors, Serafi, and Alisa, knew about dying in the middle of the night and flying in sweat.

Knowing why, Alisa hugged Arnold in tears, wiped her tears, and kissed her forehead. If I could be healed at all by holding myself, I would spare no effort to throw my beautiful limbs and console you. The free love permeated Arnold's wounded heart.

I knew Alisa was sexually liberated.

It was also critical of the matter.

But Arnold knew it was a selfless love, like the Mother Earth, that she didn't want in return.

Arnold didn't do anything to Alisa.

Instead, Alisa held Arnold's hand with one hand all night, enviously but desperately awake, and gently held Arnold's head with the other hand. Arnold continued to cry quietly to remind her of her dead mother. It was worth more to Arnold than meeting Alisa's beautiful flesh.

"... yeah, I'm tired. You were such a sweet mother. Alisa, I can't comfort you with words because you're stupid, but I can cry with you and stay by your side forever. So, whenever you get sad, call Alisa.... don't hesitate to throw up what you're holding, what's sad is everyone inside Alisa...... I'll do whatever Arnold wants... because the world is too hard to live with."

That night Alisa became the goddess of Arnold.

After that, there was no physical connection, but the kindness alone was enough for Arnold.

The holy whore and those who slapped their mouths stared and silenced them.

After forgiving her heart, Alisa asked a lot about the black elongated ribbon that was often attached to her hair. All the dresses that Alisa likes to wear are cute in blue and pastel colors. It was strange that only the ribbon would not fit. Alisa shrugged her shoulders to answer.

"... I'm going to have a mourning badge... because a lot of Alisa's friends have died..."

Arnold was deeply impressed by his kindness.

Alisa told me that the little hair decorations on the ribbon were actually meant to relieve souls.

It mimicked a legendary beetle called the Golden Bug.

It is said that the worm is the golden incarnation of the Underworld, and that when the righteous man dies, he will bring abundance and happiness to his soul in the afterlife.

Arnold was deeply loving and respectful of Alisa, who kept the ribbon and hair accessories to herself and put out her tongue because it didn't suit me in the flower garden character. Alisa has never joined the circle of love for Arnold, but she has always supported Arnold's heart.

"... but what the hell is going on...!? Why does his face overlap with the queen...!!"

Arnold pushed his bitter moans out of his teeth.

Queen Scarlet, the hateful woman who stole everything from herself.

I can't stop shaking when I think of what happened at the prison.

An absolute power man who smiled beautifully and arrogantly with his back on the flames that burn his father, mother and brother.

I can't forget that ruthless smile. I've never seen a woman so horribly beautiful.

It was a crazy being like nothing else in the world.

"... I'll tell you something good... Your mother and your brother will burn together. Not just to replace your father, but to help you. If it was just your father, I would have forgiven you for one life.... oh, poor thing. A brave Arnold who tried to help his father in captivity by himself. Stupid hunter caught. Burn it in your eyes. This recklessness, which is incomprehensible with your courage, will burn and kill your family."

Looking down at Arnold, bound in chains and turned to the ground, the queen told him to teach.

I saw Arnold crying like a child, and laughed as he started.

The red hair glowed luxuriously like blonde hair in the flame.

It was a monster who trampled on the fate of a man with the pride of a king.

"... ahaha!! That's crazy!! Be a big girl and cry like a little kid... Apprentice your mother and brother. You're smiling like an idiot, wrapped in flames. Kindness transcends warrior readiness at times. I'm dying and I'm not worried about you."

And Arnold, and Arnold, and her mother, and her younger brother, looked up at the angry queen.

There was no resentment or pain in the eyes of the two gently nodding.

Tears fell out of Arnold's eyes.

"... Arnold, you are my proud son who wins higher than anyone else. Please support your father forever... oh, you look just like your parents and children. Clumsy, fragile and delicate... more gentle than anyone... my beloved treasures..."

"... Niisan... I couldn't climb the height of a bow like my brother... I tried so hard to get into his sight... but my brother's back is always so far away and dazzling... but I can go up to heaven... and watch him from the sky. So... if you look up at the sky, please... remember me..."

Hearing the two farewell greetings attached to the pillars, Arnold's eyes were flamed with anger.

Enduring the anguish of burning the trachea from the inside, my mother and brother smiled and conveyed their feelings.

A mother who never abandoned herself and raised herself when she was a child who had just cried with eclampsia.

The intense love and kindness hidden inside was Arnold's secret pride.

His noble brother never gave up his life, but let his talent flourish on the civilian path.

Arnold was always proud of his life as he dared to confront the path he had run away from and carved the results.

Those two wonderful men are wrapped in flames.

Besides, it's my fault...!! I can't allow that...!!

I haven't even been able to tell them how I feel...!!

Arnold's crying muscles swelled up, and the chain made a faint noise.

The skin was torn, the chain swallowed into the flesh, and blood erupted.

Are you going to let them kill you like this...!!

You can never move my arm again!! Wait!!

Don't cum yet!! I'm going to help you now...!!

Arnold roared in his heart and went mad.

Driven by a force beyond its limits, the bones are stiff and the muscle fibers burst and rupture.

The cadets, who hurriedly tried to push Arnold to the ground with a stick, retreated with a small scream in the back of their throats. They glanced at Arnold's fierce phosphorus.

Arnold was as dangerous as a wild tiger.

Arnold was trying to save his beloved mother and brother, squeezing his madness enough to destroy himself.

The chains of chains scream and bounce.

"... I hope you don't interrupt my fun. Beautiful time to scatter. No extra snake feet. Send him off crying like you do. That's the loser's retreat."

As the queen approached without fear, she suddenly kicked Arnold in the jaw with her toes as she twitched and lifted her torso. Arnold's anger and pity gave him a faint sight, but his eyes swayed.

One blow separated consciousness from flesh.

Arnold blanketed himself as he slammed his face against the ground.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

Even though I was confident in the robustness of my body, my body was still lying on the ground without strength, no matter how hard I tried to stir it up, even though I had a concussion caused by poor contact. I can't move one finger. Arnold cried at my impudence, but even it was hindered by sturdy monkeys, and it was nothing but a groan. The queen laughs happily.

"... ahh... that's a nice crying face. It would shake my heart so much that a victorious man would break his heart and cry like a child.... so I'll show you more hell..."

The Queen ordered the cadets to grab Arnold's fallen hair, make him a shrimp backstabber, lift his torso, and show him how he was tortured.

The mother and brother over the flame, which remained suspended, could not move anymore.

The ruthless flames overwrite the memories of my mother and brother into an unfamiliar mass of black twisted charcoal.

Unable to shake his neck and resist or close his eyelids, Arnold burned a part of his nightmare into his eyes. I wished I'd gone mad, but the queen's whispers didn't even allow Arnold to do that.

"... oh, are you turning your eyes away from your mother and brother for a splendid death? They both died trying to help you because of your shallowness? At least watch them die, and let them be caught in sin for the rest of their lives. I can always remember the two of you I love. Can I give you that much family love?"

The queen of all the culprits spoke mercifully and harshly of Arnold.

Crouching beside Arnold, he continued to breathe poison to whisper goodwill.

The beautiful whisper seemed only to the devil.

Unable to endure malice, Arnold trembled and vomited.

Vomit blocked the exit with leather monkeys lost its destination and drifted back.

The queen laughed innocently as she saw Arnold throwing dirt out of her nose and burning her mucous membrane with stomach acid.

"... ahaha!! I didn't hear you. It's not the right time for you to breathe and die from what you've vomited? It's a terrible man to look after his family with dirt all over him. But I don't hate that desperate face. I have to reward you for entertaining me... let's get to Act II. My beloved Father is here...!"

Arnold's hair rose upside down in fear to the queen who stood up gorgeously like an actress in response to the curtain call and looked back with her hands open. Hell wasn't over yet.

The ruined remains of my mother and brother were mixed with the charcoal and mud of the prison, almost indistinguishable. The fire flashed with grief.

A brand new execution pillar was erected on the still smoking ground.

Arnold's father was dragged to prison with a bloody scream.

Her hands tied behind her are swollen to purple and face an unnatural angle. The bones of my father's hands were broken.

"... oh...!!... Natasha!!... Cedric!! Why!! Why did this happen!!"

The father, who had been untied at the behest of the queen, fell from his knees and knelt down beside the two bodies that had fallen apart.

The Queen stops the jailers trying to grab their shoulders and get them up.

"... let her do whatever she wants. It's a touching family reunion. You mustn't drain the water... Look, a fine wife and son who gave up her life to help you. I have to give you a hug and praise...."

Arnold's father shed tears of blood and tried to burn the charcoal with both hands, but his broken arms remained drooping without strength. The queen realized that she couldn't use her father's hands for this, and Arnold leaked a desperate moan.

Arnold's father bent down and chewed directly on the two smoking remains.

While the white smoke rose, he never let go of his love.

The queen claps deliberately.

"... family love is really nice. Life is a regular tragedy (tragic comedy), but love breathes life into it. But when we love each other differently, we have a more devastating tragedy. Love is beautiful and cruel... and I sincerely regret it."

"... you...! How dare you...! How dare you...!!"

Arnold's father, who lost much of his angry words and swollen his cheeks, stood up loosely.

She threw a curse and attacked the queen.

"... I'll kill you...!! Go back to hell...!!... this creature...!!"

However, Arnold's father fell to the queen's feet when his legs fell apart in prison.

"Ahahaha!! What? You want to kiss my shoes for loyalty? In front of a black burned family... it's not a big deal for a father. This is a reward for the comedy."

To mock, the queen kicked Arnold's father in the face.

He jumped out of obsession and accidentally took control of Arnold's father's tip, which he tried to bite into the queen's throat. His father, whose nose was crushed, was violently pushed into the columns of the fire.

The queen sighs in trouble at her screaming father.

"... I can't help it. I promised the two of you that I would forgive you for your sins. But you're not covered for crimes you committed after you made your promise.... you just really tried to kill me. Attempted murder and disrespect for the Queen. Fufu, that's too good a reason to go to death. Poor thing. They're dead dogs."

The queen whispered to Arnold, laughing with pity and no shards.

"... as your mother said on her death, you and your father are just like each other... and you're going into a trap yourself. Or did you do something stupid deliberately to see your family again in the afterlife? Then I'll leave you alone. Poor Arnold...."

It was a fitting smile to be pleased that things were carried out as they should have been.

It was the expression of the devil harvesting the soul of the deceived contractor.

The Queen had no intention of leaving Arnold's family alive from the beginning.

Turning Arnold's mother and brother into charcoal, he trampled the wishes of the two men who risked their lives flatly in the prison of their souls.

Arnold moaned.

I prayed to God weeping.

God!! Stop it!! I've had enough nightmares like this!! Kill me now!!

The queen laughs as if she had read Arnold's mind.

"... I can't. I'm not gonna kill you. It won't be easy. A sign of rebellion against me, something you must burn in your soul. Listen carefully, Arnold...."

The queen glanced near her breathless face.

As the residual heat of the flames subsided, an ice pillar penetrated Arnold's spine.

"... nightmares are only nightmares because they don't wake up. I won't be sleeping peacefully anymore. For the rest of your life, you regret not being able to help your family, and scream and jump in the middle of the night. Who can heal your wounds, my friend? Or perhaps a sweethearted maiden... fufu, your broken heart will heal... so much fun... no, that won't end your nightmare. You know that. The only way you can wake up from a nightmare... is by killing me."

The queen rejoices beautifully. Whispers softly.

Sweet breath tickles your ears.

Invite me to a world of abhorrent bloodstained hatred.

"Follow me. Arnold, you've been thinking about me forever, dreaming of a day to kill me and burning your chest. Until then, your heart will be mine. Love and hatred are the same. You can't escape the chain of nightmares with me, even if the chain of iron is loosened."

When the queen let go of her bent body, she stood up, walked a few steps and reached out to invite her to the dance. It was a beautiful piece that fitted like a painting. But in contrast, the sight behind him was the sour nose.

My mother and brother were burned to death just now, and now my father is on it.

My father has broken his heart. He has stopped resisting and is drooping tightly.

A little whining with no tears turned out to be an apology to her mother and brother, and Arnold's chest was about to tear apart.

Those who dared to put on sins to protect their families died to save themselves.

Given that feeling, I couldn't stop crying.

Ruthlessly, new firewood and firewood pile up at my father's feet. I was set on fire.

But the wind, too strong, quickly wiped out the fire.

The officers are in a hurry, but there's nothing they can do about it.

At the instigation of a sudden wind, firewood was kicked out, and the inmates took their feet and turned over.

It's pouring rain and wetting the prison.

It was as if my mother and brother's soul were trying to protect my father.

Mother...!! Cedric...!!

Calling out their names, Arnold cried.

The queen looked up at the rainy weather and raised her eyebrows uncomfortably to see those in her way.

"... your turn is over. Don't hang on, get out of here. I'm going to get you back in peace. This stage is still going on."

The queen received a stick burning at the tip of the fire from the prison warden and stepped into the middle of the prison at the foot of an actress who overwhelmed the crowd. The wind soothed his hair and walked without hesitation, crushing Arnold's mother and brother into charcoal. Fire powder scatters at your feet like a scream. The wind and rain pushed against the queen as if they were resisting.

"Ahahaha, I wonder if it's the remnant of my soul. It won't be a substitute for candles.... what? I thought I could fight someone who didn't have a hand or leg when I was alive. If the dead are better than the living, the world is already overflowing with the dead... get out of the way, the ghost will not get in my way."

The queen's eyes stared at her hands as they ruthlessly went.

I twisted my mouth and nodded slightly.

The Absolute Predator's Wisdom swirls.

For a moment the rain and wind strengthened as a voice of pity, trembling and scattering.

"... hmm, I don't have any other love."

And the queen snorts.

The screaming father's neck fell down to a senseless sight of his family being killed twice.

My eyes were lying around.

Crushing words no longer make sense. My heart broke completely.

"... the more you think you'll die, the more painful it will be. I will grant you mercy in the torment of fire."

Looking up at Arnold's bound father, the queen offered a kind word of consolation.

My father had lost his temper to react to it. The light in my eyes was dead, but that was it.

It was the first time Arnold saw a respected father defeated us.

We can't save each other too much with this.

Dad!! No!! Don't give up!! Face up!!

I can't hear Arnold's desperate cry anymore.

"... yes... you've already given up. It's a shame. Now, turn into charcoal and get along with your beloved family. This is a flower for my hand. Take it."

Like a bouquet of flowers, a thin piece of fired wood fell at Arnold's father's feet, drawing traces of orange flames.

The walrus and the queen turned their backs.

No ignition was confirmed.

Yet firewood and firewood, which were so reluctant to burn, suddenly burst into flames as if they had sprayed themselves.

It was insane and unnatural, as if the demon of fire had kissed her.

Soon his father disappeared in flames.

The queen's crazy laughter echoes.

"Ahahah!! Thank you for your life without reward!! Get along with your family in the afterlife"

Arnold was agonized at the twisting of his intestines.

I can never forgive this woman alone.

Even if you bite a stone, I will definitely avenge you if you end up with one finger...!!

The queen gently raised her chin to Arnold as she stared at her.

"... remember, Arnold. The gods of destiny are merciless and whimsical. I pretended not to know this love call many times. Nobody knows when they'll laugh. But only the Reaper smiles happily at those who abandon life. Don't give up. Only obsession brings us to a finer future.... now, how do you live?"

The queen asks as she slowly approaches Arnold, staring at the murderous intentions she encounters.

The shaky eyes emitted a faint tone.

"Keep your eyes peeled out in a safe cage like a domesticated rat. Or with the wings of a chick, wings in a dangerous wide sky.... if you don't follow me, I won't do anything to you anymore.... yes... you've decided to become a demon... I hope so. Come and kill me with your fine nails and mouth.... reunion... I'll keep you looking forward to it."

Laughing so glossy, the queen walked away.

Even Arnold, who was burning in his vows of vengeance, smiled so wicked that he froze for a moment.

"... your father's burning smell is just like that of your mother and brother. I wonder if the smell of my family is similar because I eat the same food and live under the same roof. Or does the feeling of mutual love and family bond make you feel that way?... Arnold, the nesting chick who will now live alone in vengeance, you will now feed on hatred for me, not on family love. Fufu... it's very interesting how far you'll turn into a monster and turn into a smell far removed from your gentle family."

As she left, the horrible words stuck behind Arnold's ears, and the queen snorted her red hair and left the prison behind.

……………………………………………………………

Why does Alisa overlap with her horrible queen's smile?

If we think calmly, we have nothing in common.

It's impossible to be overhead like a scripture. Ten will deny all ten.

But deep in my heart, I warned you never to let go of that flash.

The sound of a heavy instrument rang.

Arnold's intuition as a warrior and his thoughts for Alisa were mixed, and Arnold, who was sweating and agonizing on his forehead, raised his face. It was not a brass instrument, but a magnificent pipe organ tone. The burial song flows gently into the unmanned burning castle.

"... such an idiot..."

Arnold moaned.

I wouldn't have been surprised if the piano rang in the deserted house.

Unlike the piano, the pipe organ cannot be played by the player alone.

We need a man who constantly sends air in with a big wipe.

It is only with the help of a lot of humans that this complex, long, heavy tone can be created.

It cannot be heard in a doomsday castle wrapped in fire.

The sad melody seemed lost in the world of nightmares.

Arnold learned the illusion that his feet were wobbly.

Arnold entered the chapel where the song was flowing.

The chapel with a sense of history had not yet lost its majesty even when it was in danger of falling into the castle.

The stained glass mosaic shines through the skylight.

The vertical space was lined with columns on both sides, reminiscent of a corridor for giants.

The red benches were arranged several times like waves.

The size of the castle, which could accommodate hundreds of people, tells the history of its use not only for worship, but also for castle rituals.

There was an altar in the dark, which had grown even higher. It was unattended.

Arnold twisted his neck and looked up at the ceiling, perhaps halfway into the chapel.

Pipe organs are often placed directly opposite the back altar and at the top of the chapel entrance, in relation to sound.

At a height of about the middle and second floors, there was a music gallery with stone pillars between the sides, and the sound came down from there.

Arnold's prayers for the unexpected could not be heard.

The avant-garde impression of silver countless pipes plunged in and the heavy chapel outfit are blended with angel statues and designer sculptures. Below it lies the keyboard and the player's seat.

The luxurious blonde hair and the ominous black dress were shaking.

"... Alisa... why are you..."

Arnold murmured his name with his slender lips.

Alisa Diamandi was sitting there.

Arnold's sad moaning approached Alisa with a smile on her mouth and her fingers slipped on the keyboard.

Music is compulsory for the aristocratic class, especially the prostitutes.

But Alisa had no talent but to dance.

She was constantly ridiculed by the ladies around her in a pointless performance with one finger, and she grew smaller and looked up in a mood of love laughter. He was deliberately pulled into the middle of the concert for bullying, exposed to the contempt of the fat nobles for a long time, and sometimes trembled with tears.

And now Alisa is playing an overwhelming, unleashed play that gently twists down a giant pipe organ.

The stop lever next to the keyboard is swinging in and out, creating countless instrument sounds.

The tip of the foot creates a magically powerful wave.

Even the amateur Arnold was an outstanding performance at first glance.

Arnold was stunned and knelt on the chapel floor.

I lost sight of how Alisa got here.

The ladies who fooled Alisa couldn't reach her feet.

A level where you can co-star with a court musician. He was releasing the aura of a super top performer who breathed into the audience just by playing and his back. No, it was more like a miserable winter night.

The pipe organ bursts. Arnold moaned.

Alisa was just playing the incompetent girl herself.

Arnold was followed by the cruel reality that he had been deceived into.

"... fufu, it's been a long time since I've been able to play it, and I'm getting a little angry. Now, tell me the tone of your presence."

Alisa's cold voice was clearly heard in the tone of the organ rising as it swayed the castle.

I saw Alisa banging her hands on the keyboard.

The roar of the beast and the tall screams of the child roar like madness.

It was the end of the organ.

With blonde hair on the music of hell, Alisa stood up and laughed.

"... ahaha!! I love you so much. Dedicate your final instrument to me...!!"

"......!?"

The moment Arnold felt disturbed and flew with his arms reflectively over his face, the pipe organ burst with an abnormal noise. The keyboard flashed through the space and the sturdy frame twisted and flew. Literally, it turned into fine wood dust. It was amazing that this would not happen even if the lightning struck directly.

It was an explosion on the middle and second floors, but the stone walls and floors of the entire chapel were filled with debris like a bullet rain.

Alisa, who was at the heart of the explosion, would have become a piece of flesh with no prototype.

But Arnold couldn't afford to confirm it.

Because the metal tubes that would exceed ten meters fell off the wall, one after the other, and covered their sights, screaming. If you get caught up in this, you're dead.

The first one barely scratched Arnold's ears and ripped off a few hairs.

Metal sounds, falling sounds, and exhaust sounds from the blower's mouth intersect in vain.

Metal tubes of different lengths that struck irregularly and bounded by falling projections and floors were full of hands to roll even with Arnold with excellent dynamic vision. It was impossible to intercept with arrows.

"... Alisa ah...!!"

But Arnold jumped and ran to help Alisa.

He didn't lose his love for Alisa even though he knew he was being deceived.

But his thoughts and legs were frozen.

Alisa stood intact in a hallway that miraculously did not collapse.

Familiar blonde hair, pale eyes, and golden worm hair ornaments on a black ribbon.

Alisa was unusual, but the atmosphere was different.

It's not because of the black dress.

Even though she was in the middle of an explosion, it was absolutely impossible for her dress to be flat without fraying, hair disturbance, or a cold sweat.

No, Arnold only saw such a woman once.

A woman with a devil's heart whose dust does not waver even when a man lives or dies.

A monster who plays with Arnold's family, carries Arnold with him a crucifix of vengeance, chasing him to the dead with joy.

Absolute power who scoffs at the flames. Arnold has an indelible wound in his heart.

Arnold had lost his word for a while.

Alisa smiled softly at Arnold.

"... hey, how was it? Arnold. Alisa's playing. Pretty amazing, huh? I'm really good at instruments, Alisa.... I don't remember that smell, Aung San. When Arnold's dear father, mother and brother lost their lives. After all, the moment when things break is the most beautiful.... why are you so quiet? Did you burn your own voice, not just your beloved family? I can't. You have to take care of yourself. I want you to scream and scream with all your strength.... oh, Arnold, are you crying? It's okay, if you're sad, you don't have to put up with it. Come on, I'll make you cry with Alisa's chest...."

That was Arnold's familiar tone with Alisa.

It was a worrying look for a woman in love.

It was the behavior that underpinned Arnold's mind when it was hard.

But the lips clasped against Arnold's heart.

The open hands were full of malice like hook nails.

Arnold's heart was torn apart every memory.

"... Alisa... was the... queen of the fire...!! You deceived me so far...!!"

Alisa finally smiled incredibly with a trembling, blurry voice squeezed from the back of her throat.

"... you're cheating? Women are makeup creatures. It would be natural to wear one or two masks. You idiot. That's why you shouldn't have dressed up and slept with me. That way I could learn a little bit about women. Every time I pretended to be innocent and pressed my chest against a boy who was neat and endured his desires, it was hard to endure a laugh."

Alisa sighed deliberately, expressing exactly the same look as the queen in the fire.

A creature that enjoys human destiny as a toy.

Arnold fought.

Compared to this one, Arnold is the only girl desperately pretending to be ruthless, such as Queen Scarlet, who thought he was his enemy.

"... was it a lie to say that you always wear black ribbons for mourning..."

Arnold asked in a ludicrous voice. Unfortunately, I mocked myself for being a stupid question. I was sorry to hear that I still wanted to believe in Alisa's humanity. If Alisa was the queen, she would only return with ruthless answers.

Alisa bends her neck and smiles while playing with a long black ribbon.

"I will never take off this black ribbon in affection."

Then, with his face raised, Arnold's heart ruthlessly shook to hope.

"... ahaha!! I wonder what you're mistaken for. A woman held by a man in mourning clothes is not mourning the dead. The pathetic simplicity of my parents' vengeance... it's creepy. I'll give you a reward."

After laughing as if to burst, Alisa clasped her hands to the golden beetle hair ornament.

Arnold's eyes were opened with surprise.

As Alisa stroked up, the beetle began to crawl around.

Metal crops brought life.

They tend to mesh with thick teeth.

When I spread my wings, I made a deafening noise and went up.

Draws a glittering golden trajectory and flies vigorously.

Alisa talks joyfully to impactful Arnold.

"... it's not a crop. Golden worms are real insects, not legends. But instead of coming to pick up the soul of the dead, they devour the flesh of the dead... and attract their prey with a golden glow... and, uh..."

It was too late for Arnold to realise the meaning of Alisa's whisper.

The golden worm clings to the tip of Arnold's bow.

I quickly folded my inner wings and showed my back that glowed like gold.

Arnold's glare rose faster than he could turn away.

The shine of gold transformed like a cloud.

Arnold's sights are filled with laughing illusions.

Arnold, who hurriedly tried to shake the golden worm, fell with his legs wrapped.

When you try to jump up, you stick it in the floor from your face.

I can't grasp the position of heaven and earth.

A cold sweat erupted on Arnold's forehead, realizing in an instant that he had been deprived of balance.

The tip of the golden worm's forelimb, reminiscent of a small iron hook, scratches its cheeks and touches the edges of its eyes.

I realized that I was looking for something easy to eat, and I heard a noise from Arnold's face.

Alisa's laughter echoes.

"Ahahaha!! I wonder if you understand. The sparkle of the golden worm drives human senses crazy like drugs. These kids are going to devour people who can't move like that... here, you can go too."

Arnold screamed as he saw countless golden worms crawling out of Alisa's sleeves and collar. A hundred-year-old love awakens, and your whole body is full of goosebumps. The golden worms flew all at once and dazed around Alisa. Alisa continues to explain to Arnold as she plays with the insects in love.

"... these kids. It's all about appearance, movement, smell, feathers, and how you confuse the opponent. He's a hard-working killer. It goes very well with my skill."

Alisa's figure was as bright as a sunburn, turning into countless red petals and whirling.

It reminded me of Blood Cherry and Cuckoo, Brad's best moves and double moves.

The difference is that the vortex flipped from there.

The spreading vortex becomes smaller again with high speed rotation. Arnold took a deep breath.

After the bloody cherry blossoms converged, Alisa wasn't there, but the Queen of the Fire Scarlet stood with cold eyes. It was nothing different from the memory of a nightmare. He smiled evil and turned around to show it. The golden bug shines like a car headlight.

Though it was a faint reflection, the core of Arnold's head was numb in the shocking scene.

Alisa embraced her body with both hands, transformed into a scarlet for love.

"... that's the answer. Fufu, you can't tell from the real one. Even my chest sounds so high... these kids. It enhances the illusion of bloody cherry blossoms and cuckoos. I won't be able to do it alone, but I'm glad to be able to handle it for a long time. Do you know that symbiosis... Me and the Golden Bug have a symbiotic relationship. Golden Bugs help me, and in return I give them... fufu, can you imagine? You're going to experience it right now....."

She continues with a trance and dreamy expression.

"... hey, you know what? A real scarlet is very healthy and gentle. I try hard not to hurt people as much as I can. And so is your father. A pardon was issued ten days before the execution. I didn't know anything about the replacement of my mother and brother. I saw your face when you reported the execution later. Why are you... so cute that you want to hug me? You kept scolding that scarlet with your parents. Poor thing... but I'm not surprised. So who killed your family? Maybe even Scarlett's fake."

"... Alisa...!!... you...!!"

Arnold gave Alisa a giggle.

My whole body bled backwards.

Fear of the Golden Bug vanished with anger.

The sad expression of the Queen Scarlet when she blamed herself comes back to mind.

She was not guilty. That tear was for me and my family.

I hunted down such a scarlet as a rebel.

Regret fills my chest. Matteo's story was true.

Have I always been danced as a clown...!!

I didn't even notice that the culprit was directly beside me...!!

I continued to hate the real queen who cried for our family so badly that I wanted to kill her...!!

Humiliation and grief distort Arnold's face.

"... fufu, it's so hard to cry... I remember, Arnold. In the nightmare of losing your family, you... the night I stroked my hair and consoled you... you fell asleep in peace in a hand that reminded my mother of grief... without even knowing that it was really a hand of vengeance..."

Laughing at Arnold in anger, Alisa turns back into a bloody cherry blossom.

Arnold's unknown tall, slender woman emerged from below.

A bundle of platinum brands reminded me of a forest fairy.

The lonely beauty that seems so bleak makes you feel the shadow of a scarlet somewhere.

"... this is Scarlet's mother, Cornelia, who died young... I always use this figure to kill Scarlet's father, the Red Duke. That's funny. Even the calm and impenetrable Duke I handle can be a stupid stick. Your tears are melting down. Fufu... looks just like your face at the fire... yes, let me comfort you with your mother's appearance."

Alisa smiled slightly at Cornelia, and Arnold was furious.

Alisa desecrated the dead. I stepped on people's thoughts. I would never forgive you.

Anger gave explosive vitality, and Arnold shaken the curse of the Golden Bug.

Stands up with a golden bug on the brink of biting your cheeks.

Arnold squeezed his bow and set his sights on Alisa as she returned.

If you fire six shots at this distance, there's no way you can escape with a supernormal Alisa.

Alisa watches deliberately.

"... terrible... Arnold... why are you pointing an arrow at Alisa? Alisa, you've always worked hard for Arnold... and maybe you didn't like it? Did you think Alisa was in your way?"

Alisa trembled like a bird in her usual tone, and Arnold had a heartburn.

Alisa was crying.

I remember talking to Alisa as I grabbed the edge of the black ribbon that I saw when I was nervous.

The decision was about to come to an end, and the tip of the arrow toward Alisa swayed.

"... stop it!! stop it!! I won't be fooled anymore!! in that voice! in that face!!"

Arnold shouted out his hesitation and tried to target him again.

"... yes... then you should have shot right away... because there's not one golden worm. Did you think I was letting these kids dance to play?"

Arnold's body lost its freedom sooner than Alisa threw up cold.

The iron bow fell away from his hand and rolled with a clear sound.

The glow of the golden bug that flies around Alisa like a flock of fluorescents makes a mockery of it.

"... stupid... why...!?"

Arnold moaned as he lay on the floor.

I didn't know why.

Arnold and I are not so dumb as to face the golden worm many times.

I was careful to look only at Alisa.

"I told you. Golden Bugs are hard-working killers. You should listen carefully to people."

A few golden worms appeared on the floor that had never been seen before.

Cold metallic light shines.

Arnold's skin was poppy when he had to face his inorganic eyes at close range.

"These kids can assimilate by projecting the surrounding landscape into their bodies like mirrors. Prepare for cautious opponents who don't want to see the glow of the Golden Bug and ambush their prey in two stages. And sprinkle odorless venom at close range. There is no escape from the golden worms that hunt in groups."

Alisa laughed spirally, grabbed the sides of the dress, sinked lightly, and greeted Arnold.

"... good evening. Stupid hunter. My mouth and feathers didn't seem to grow. It suits you to be devoured by insects. Come on, you guys. It's time to eat."

Alisa's signal kills Arnold with a golden worm.

In the agony of not moving one finger, Arnold screamed silently.

My eyes were full of tears. It's not fear. Because of remorse.

He trembled carelessly, unable to reward the devil who took away his loved ones.

If I had known sooner, I might have fought with the Queen to destroy this creature...!!

I couldn't even keep my promise to Matteo that the Queen wouldn't let anyone do it anymore.

"... I'm sorry... Matsuo's old man... I'm already... bluhh...!?"

"... stupid!! What are you doing!! Take your bow!! Don't give up!! Arnold!!"

When Arnold was about to give up, along with his scolding, a stinking liquid was poured over his head.

Eye and nose irritation was an extremely high alcohol.

Inhaling properly, Arnold coughed violently. Your hands and feet return to strength.

The golden worms scatter like bubbles.

Some of the late escapees turned their stomachs upside down on the floor and their limbs twitched so hard that they could not move.

"... the golden worm has been sealed. This liquor paralyzes the golden worm and nullifies the puzzle. My best friend's life isn't cheap enough to take when he's a bug. [M] Don't underestimate him!! Alisa Diamandi…!!"

There was a reliable sailor standing up to protect Arnold and staring at Alisa.

Orange forehair, forehead scars and Emerald eyes sparkle.

The familiar red captain's clothes aroused Arnold's shriveled heart.

Tears and smiles began to bubble up.

"... another wine with a gentle effect from the Orange Chamber of Commerce... damn it, this wine... please don't. I just... sometimes I want you to have a different pattern... but I really appreciate it. Thank you, Serafi...."

It was Serafi Orange, one of the five brave men, who saved Arnold in distress.

"... the only reason I don't feel the taste of orange wine is because Arnold tastes like a child. It's not my fault. Is there anything more worthy of celebrating the reunion of warriors and sailors than alcohol? If there is anything else, please let me know. I'd like to consider it as our new product."

Arnold broke his face at Serafi, who threw away an empty container and smiled bitterly.

Warrior... why does this friend give himself courage with such a casual word?

If she were a woman, I'd give her a bouquet full of flowers.

"... no... but the reunion toast is after we defeat that monster. I wonder if you knew who Alisa was."

Serafi nodded at Arnold's question.

Blue's eyes were sparkling like lightning.

"... I know. Alisa's true origins and plots... We've been tricked. That woman is a demon who plays with people's destiny. I'm going to burn this country down with half the fun. The truth is, I pushed all my infamy against the famous Queen Scarlet... and suddenly you might not believe it..."

Arnold pounded on the shoulder of the serafi, which he tended to cut out hesitantly.

"... no, I believe you. Alisa turned into a queen in front of me. There's no such thing as a goddess' maiden of salvation. If you hadn't come, I'd have been killed without a hand or a leg. What the hell is that? Outsiders?"

"It's a human being... but... it's a monster born of the darkness of a common-law killer... I'm glad Arnold believes me. I thought it was impossible to persuade your queen, who executed her family. Especially since you were dumping on Alisa. [M] No one can believe that Alisa is the real mastermind. I was going to fight alone. But after all, you were a hunter with a vision of darkness... That's right, best friend. You always give me courage."

Arnold was very illuminated by the relieved murmuring of the serafi.

"... pussy... I often do such a shameful thing with my real face... well, whether I take a woman's lie or a friend's truth, it's probably the friend's truth..."

I threw up in the dark and threw it away, but my ears became red.

Instead of looking into the darkness, I was bewitched by Alisa's love of memory and flirted with my mind like a canoe in a storm. Now I feel the ground firmly on the soles of my feet. Because a trusted friend pointed out Alisa's evil and made me feel confident in my thoughts. The courage was given to me rather than to myself.

"... fufu... it's a friendship between hot men... I innocently believe that any crisis can be overcome with friends. Stupid... I would have been happier if I had been deceived by a woman's cute lies.... you'll regret it. Lying is sweet and truth is bitter... because knowing the truth requires a price..."

Alisa laughed as she looked down at them from the dark hallway.

I have eyes on insects. I was no longer trying to hide the signs of the Absolutes. They didn't put any resistance on their teeth. There is no more dust like love. A monster whose body is wet with sweat just by confronting it.

"... you've done pathetic things to my golden worm. Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm taking off my outfit from a weak woman. I liked it... but I can't use my confusion anymore... I wonder what I'll get from you guys as an apology.... hey... let's get some golden cat-eye stones and emeralds.... you're staring at me with such a mean eye."

My mouth hangs like a garlic and a moon.

Arnold had gross hair.

Alisa decided to close their eyes.

"... Shit!! Shoot!! Arnold!!"

I didn't even have to tell Serafi that I changed my blood phase.

Fear triggered Arnold's attack suppression.

The survival instinct makes every effort to warn.

The hunch of being killed wiped out the fear that it might.

The bow string rang, and Arnold's arrow was fired without any effort.

If you were calm, your spine would have gotten cold at work.

Arnold's Strong Bow has the power to pierce armor to the back.

It's not sane to fly a murderous arrow at a woman in a dress.

But that's where the insanity started.

Alisa disappeared from the gallery. Every arrow that should be flying.

"... is that really it? I can't expect it. Let me do it more often."

Arnold's ears were faint and he was choking.

The smell of sweet roses is going to clog my breath.

Blonde hair strokes his cheeks at the edge of his vision.

Arnold's heart was about to jump when Alisa realized she was getting too close to her side.

I didn't see any movement.

Alisa's standing hallway should have been ten meters away from here.

It's about three meters high, and there's no staircase to get off the field.

It wasn't really a human move.

"... it's a punishment game that disappointed me. Arrows stick to my body like this...."

Alisa whispered like a good word. Chilly runs through your spine.

"... uh-oh!?"

"... monster!! Get away from Arnold!!"

It was at the same time that the air exploded as Serafi screamed, as the pain penetrated Arnold's left shoulder. I sifted the whip that Serafi had hidden.

The black dress retreats like a shadow.

"... oh, it's not innocent to break into two private stories. I tried to teach you the pain of piercing every bone, but it ended halfway there."

Around twenty meters away, Alisa pointed her mouth in disgust.

Arnold's shoulder was pierced by the arrow he was supposed to have released.

Alisa jumped out of the gallery and grabbed Arnold's arrow in space and took a breath to approach her.

And he tried to push the arrow into Arnold's shoulder with incredible force.

Without Serafi's whip, Arnold would have been completely penetrated through his left shoulder.

"... Arnold, are you okay?"

The serafi who fought back was also pale.

"... thanks to you... the stabbing is shallow... hey, is that really human? It was faster than Blood with the redemption of blood...!"

Serafi responded with a cramped smile to Arnold's question, who pulled out an arrow on the road.

"... honestly, I'm losing my confidence... and I took off my deep whip with my bare hands."

"Whether you cut the logs or not... oh no...! What a flower garden girl. Too many bad jokes.... a real monster who rips people apart with his bare hands. There's more to it than ever."

Alisa greeted Arnold with a groan.

"... what's wrong with being around? A woman is a creature that tries to deceive a loved one with its whole body in order to attract her heart. A lie with such feelings is no longer the same as the truth. Whether you despise that effort as a lie or a slap and love... that's where men's weights are divided. I wonder which one you are."

For a moment, Arnold was so attractive that he forgot his anger and fear.

Your poor lips are about to get caught in words.

"... don't listen, concentrate. Arnold. Alisa deludes people. Don't forget that this woman is far better and better than us. [M] Watching your mouth will kill you in one blow."

Serafi warned him to squeeze, and Arnold panicked.

Alisa smiles bitterly.

"... that's a lot to be said. I see you've read Esseleed's handbook and learned a lot about my secrets. You can't reveal a woman's insider... but what are you going to do after you've cut through here, even if you can defeat me, for example? Do you want Scarlett to be queen again and rebuild this country? But Scarlet is already dead.... Ahahah, Lord Valentine of the Old Tree was useless in protecting her..."

Arnold was as intense as Alisa was.

He remembered the noble and magnificent face of death that was covered in blood, and his chest was tightened.

"... stop laughing!! Matsuo's old man ran away from the queen with his life. He was a real warrior. I can't forgive him who scoffs at his life...!!... I was entrusted by my old man to the queen!!"

As she saw Arnold's teeth crushing, Alisa laughed, and Serafi covered her face with one hand, sighing haha.

"... stupid. That's why I warned you not to be distracted by Alisa's words... but I didn't want the queen to survive."

Alisa talks joyfully to Arnold, who is dismayed to find herself caught by Alisa.

"Remember to lie a little. If you're too honest, you can't read behind people's words. Honesty becomes evil in warfare. You should be suspicious of a man like Lord Valentine when I make a mistake."

"... I'm sorry, Serafi..."

Serafi smiled bitterly at Arnold.

"... that's enough. Alisa is out of the box anyway. On the way here, I saw a setup activated and the entrance to the escape route blocked. There is no way that a man like Lord Valentine would not have served as his last escort. I noticed. Alisa has long realized... that Lord Valentine has entrusted you with the Queen. Is the Lord dead?"

"Ah... catch all my arrows with my wounded body. It was a fine end. I wish I had known who Alisa was sooner… it was all my fault…!! I wonder how sad the Queen would have been if I had known Sir Valentine's death… He really cried for my family. And yet I've done something I can't take back....."

Serafi comforts Arnold, who suffers from the torment of conscience.

"Don't blame yourself. Alisa danced with me. Pay for your sins together. Succeed to Lord Valentine's will and help the Queen rebuild this country. Lord Valentine expected you, so I entrusted you with the queen."

Serafi continued staring at Alisa without hesitation.

"... as long as Alisa stays here, no one will enter the broken exit. The exit is secured by the Orange Chamber of Commerce and Mr. Esseleed. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach the Queen and Sir Valentine in time... and if we escape on the Bronche, we will not be able to reach the Queen of the Four Kingdoms. If we don't defeat Alisa, we'll win if we stop. No matter what kind of monster woman... if we both lose our lives... we'll stop Alisa anyway."

That's how Arnold unfolded his face at the serafi that pulled his lips together.

"... thank you, I feel exactly the same way. Even with a monster woman who can't stand by herself, there are only two of them... that would double the chance of a miracle victory."

Serafi and Arnold nodded in dismal readiness and stood ready for Alisa.

Alisa smiled at the eyes of the two men who risked their lives.

"... a monster woman, a monster woman... you're going to say a very nostalgic name... I remember the" him "of" true history "... fufu, I don't think that monster woman has any hands on the way out. You had friends close to the monster... I wonder where he is now."

In Alisa's words Serafi and Arnold turned pale.

I was stunned that I hadn't seen Brad.

He was a lonely wolf, so he didn't stop thinking it was the usual thing.

From both eyes, Brad has superhuman body skills.

If you encounter them one-on-one in a cave on the way out, the Queen's destiny will definitely be over.

"... Shit!! Arnold!! Let's go through the exit!! We have to stop Blood...!!"

Alisa laughs coldly at the serafi, who turns back in a hurry.

"... it's too late...! Come on, you can hear me..."

My feet trembled. A voice sounds from the ground.

At first, it was thought to be a beast howl.

Eventually, I learned that people were screaming when I got used to hearing them.

I was mistaken for a beast because it was an unexpectedly sad, mad, and distressing voice.

The screams of grief echo through the chapel, making you want to close your ears.

"... what is it...!? From the basement... oh, hey, this voice could be..."

Arnold, who was listening, watched with surprise.

Because I heard that voice.

I usually only said things that were silent and vague, but definitely....

Alisa laughed.

Even though there is no wind, the clothes and blonde hair are as bright as life.

"... yes... Blood's crying. He took down the scarlet.... fufu, five heroes... the moment you kill Scarlet, you'll regain your true history memories and emotions. Only the person who put his hand on it.... that's where I'm looking forward to it. Fate does terrible things too.... oh, there's no other such pathetic and interesting sight.... it was worth waiting for 28 years..."

Embracing her body, Alisa took a breath as a trance.

I just drooling from the edge of my laughing mouth.

Her glossy lips were lewd and fierce.

Looks like he bled his sacrifice.

Yet the light in my eyes is frozen like a star in the Far North.

Arnold and Serafi were stunned and retreating with their back hair upside down.

In front of them was an unknown madness in the form of a woman.

"... the scream of the man who killed his beloved lover... I wonder how depressed his chest is... the Pipe Organ's Terminator is also lovely, but the despair of the man who broke his love himself is even more...?... what do you mean...? Why doesn't the retrograde begin?"

Alisa pulled in a laugh and frowned as she thought.

"... the loop is unlocked...? No way... It's coming up here... well, he's in" True History, "and he knew this old road was closed."

Alisa snapped her fingers.

The golden worms rolling on the floor as if they were dead trembled their feathers together.

Cerafi and Arnold noticed that the feathers were rising from behind them, and their whole bodies were bubbling.

The golden worms were awake from paralysis and were merely moribund.

Alisa realized her overwhelming strength and completed the siege with a strange face.

"... you saved my life, Arnold, Serafi... I'll miss you this time. Just remember that. Even the truly powerful use themselves to deceive.... that's enough. You run away. He's coming. If you get caught up in the battle between him and me right now, you'll be in a flash."

The second half of Alisa's words were directed at the golden worms who spared no effort to fly around.

As she nodded back, Alisa slightly retreated a few steps.

The floor swayed like a roar chasing Alisa.

Cracks run through the chapel's sturdy stone floor.

The rustling and the rubbing of the corners of the stone excited him and flew as if he could not withstand the pressure.

"... what is it!?"

In contrast to the rising Arnold,

"... that's a pretty radical knock. The chapel is a place of quiet prayer. Breaking through the stone floor is a manner-breaker. But I'll only admit to your technique... Looks like you've completely recovered the memory of" true history "...."

She danced like a chunk of stone pouring down, and Alisa murmured joyfully.

The chapel's benches are struck one by one by stone falling in succession.

The pulled sound exposes the exposed cross section and crushes it ruthlessly.

There was a full cavity under the floor where the stone blew up.

A staircase leads down into the darkness of the basement.

Holding the queen scarlet with both hands, Brad slowly climbed up.

White dust replaces the screen, mirroring stained glass colourful light strips.

The red hair of the queen and her thin hands and feet were shaking without strength in the sight of light coming in from the clouds.

The bloody side-face had stopped breathing.

There was tears on my cheeks.

Arnold and Serafi were heartbroken.

The face with closed eyelids looked much younger than my age.

Now I realize that it was actually a lot smaller.

The little queen who carried heavy responsibilities on that fine shoulder, struggled to rebuild the country, betrayed by the people, and ended her life without being rewarded... The fact that they had hunted down and killed this luxurious and healthy woman was a burning remorse.

Brad's hand, which lifted the queen, trembled.

The smiling cheeks kept crying.

"... stupid... Scarlet... I don't think you're a queen... you shouldn't carry a country with a strong sense of responsibility... you're supposed to work hard until you die...... it would have been tough on you by yourself... if it had been so light... if I had been here... I wouldn't have forced you... to stop..."

On a red bench, miraculously safe, Brad lay gently on the remains of the scarlet.

Blood tears on the pale scarlet's cheeks.

Arnold and Serafi had no words to say to the pity of their back as they repaired their disturbed hair. I can't imagine the constant blurriness of Brad, and there was more pain than words all over my body.

The queen and Brad couldn't have been lovers.

It was just a matter of old knowledge as opponents.

But there was an atmosphere between the two of them.

Kneeling beside the scarlet and sifting his shoulders, Brad was grasping his knees to the point of bleeding.

"... I'm sorry... I didn't even realize it was you...!! I couldn't even do it beside you...!! On the contrary, I hunted you down... I decided to protect you with this hand...!!"

"... that's right. You killed Scarlet with that hand. Not just this time. Over and over again.... you no longer have the right to cry beside this child."

Cold throwing up, shaking the black ribbon and Alisa slowly approaching.

"Farewell will be enough. Hand over the scarlet and stand back. This is the chapel. This child deserves to sleep. If you're more of a lover... I'll crush your soul."

Brad didn't turn to Alisa.

While turning his back, he stroked Scarlet's cheeks.

"... no. This guy's place of peace isn't such a lonely place. I'll take Scarlet to the beautiful flower bloom that we promised to reunite on that hill where she said she wanted to sleep when she died. That's why I keep protecting him until he dies...."

Alisa's shape has changed. The blue eye brings with it an incredible color of cold emptiness.

"... the attitude that I know Scarlet best. I'm having an epilepsy. It's funny how romantic a man is.... you really don't want to give up.... then, let's see how far that love goes. Love comes with a test... right?"

Alisa laughed and disappeared.

"... ahaha!! I wonder if I can talk about love with my neck even if I'm cut off from my body...!"

The match was instantaneous.

Alisa was filled with magic.

Brad turned around and grabbed Alisa's knife like a coward.

Alisa's laughter distorted. Sparks scattered.

The two looked still, as if they had been illuminated by the flash of lightning.

The mighty powers clashed, clashed, and reversed each other.

The air exploded in one stroke.

The windscreen ran through, and the stained glass shattered into fine wood dust. The wind whirls.

The stone floor caved, and the surrounding bench that was stirred up fell apart and blew away.

A storm suddenly appeared in the chapel.

Brad was on one knee.

There was little movement from there to protect the resting scarlet.

Alisa was the one who got jumped.

He swayed his blonde hair and landed softly behind him for about ten meters, soaking blood on his cheeks and laughing bitterly.

"... I'm surprised. How long has it been since you attacked me with the intention of killing me, and you've been hurt on the contrary...? I'll give you a compliment. It's the fist of a demon god. You've only killed my beloved Scarlet so many times."

Brad was not disturbed by Alisa's incitement.

Answer quietly with an analgesic expression.

"... that's right. You're right. I'm the worst demon in hell. I don't deserve to love him anymore... but..."

Blood and smoke appear on the pathetic back, whirling.

Brad's eyes rose and turned around and were bright red.

It triggered the "Redemption of Blood" of the Physical Enhancement move.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at Alisa.

"... even if I end up being evil, Alisa!! I'll only take you down!! That's the only way I can make it up to him...!... come on. Monster Woman. Let's settle between bloody monsters...!!"

With that gaze, Alisa sneered coldly and glossy.

"... you nominated me. Okay, I'll take care of you. You deserve to dance with me now.... so that you can only think of me... I'll fill you with fear. In front of my favorite scarlet... Regret making me serious....."

Alisa's blonde hair rises like a creature.

The pale eyes that remind me of the glaciers become even more mellow, bottomless blue, and....

Arnold and Serafi were stunned.

The color of Alisa's eyes... turns into a burning crimson...!!

"Redemption of blood...!! Did Alisa also use it...!!"

Alisa glanced at the shocking serafi and lifted her mouth.

"... no. Excuse me. I don't want you to be with such a fool. This crimson is the color of my real eyes.... the same color as the scarlet. I always force it to turn blue. Hold on to the recoil.... you know so well that you won't be surprised anymore. Blood"

Alisa rejoiced at Brad, who affirmed that she would not change her expression.

"... I wonder how many people in the world still know how strong I am when I have red eyes.... sometimes. With you right now, you're going to make a lovely memory... of a man and a woman killed in front of the remains of a loved one. It's also a pleasure. Now... let's settle on each other's feelings."

... and they kicked the stone floor at the same time in order to decide the male and female.