I chase suspicious people through town and I run out of town.
But I can't move around like the crowd thinks I'm in the way.
When I finally got out of the crowd, I had completely lost sight of it.
"... chip"
I look like I've scuffed a bitter bug, and I'm tongue-in-cheek.
When I gave up and tried to go home, a voice I could hear came into my ear.
"Hey, Lazareth. What's the matter with you? So hasty."
"... Mr. Alba"
I see him with his hands up laughing, and I'm horrified.
Good. He wasn't attacked.
"Um, didn't you see someone walking through here earlier?
"Hmm? No, I didn't see it, did I? Is something wrong?
"Something happened..."
Haven't you noticed that noise?
It's a lie. You'd normally notice if it was all that noise, wouldn't you?
Then why do you have to lie?
The answer is one.
He...
"Maybe, Mr. Alba, what...?
"Oh? What are you talking about?
"Don't blur. You assassinated Isel, right?
This question of mine was a good one.
So I wanted you to deny it.
As usual, I wanted you to laugh at me.
In a way, he laughed.
But that wasn't the smile I was looking for, it was such a grin, as if I'd spooked my mouth creepily.
"Ha, ha... sorry. It makes me feel bad..."
"Discover. That's just your stepbrother's son."
That said, he pulls his sword out of his nose and points it at me.
I didn't know what that meant for a second.
As a result, I was torn off my right shoulder without being able to turn myself away from the flying slaughter.
"What,...!?
"What"? Mm-hmm, you don't know what Miri is, do you?
I don't know. I don't want to know.
I've known him for a long time. I keep telling the same story, Alice makes a fool of me, but I can count on it...
I respected him somewhere in my heart.
But my right shoulder denies such fantasies.
Ouch. More than any attack I've ever had.
I pull out my dagger and point my sword at him.
"... this is a warning. Please, give me your sword."
"Warning? Ha, you're still saying something sweet."
Aruba squeezes her mouth uncomfortably, now after scratching her head, she stares at me.
"Then I'll tell you what I thought of you."
"Huh...?
"I've hated you since I first met you. I hated it. My brother-in-law was dead, and the worm spit was running."
That's what his eyes said, I meant it.
It doesn't look like Dahlia is doing it either. Words from his heart.
That's why it didn't stop ringing in my heart.
"But hey, I was patient at first. You were still young. But one time I asked who you were."
"... Mr. Alba"
"You won the war, but you couldn't protect one brother-in-law! You just freaked out, you just ran away!
... I can't say it back.
That's when he died, not to mention because of me.
"... so I decided to fall for you. Humiliation of your brother-in-law, for me to clear up."
"What do you mean?
"Don't you see? I'll give you a hint. My spell is the ability to cut people's memories and transfer them to someone else."
He's waiting for Niyaniya and my answer.
Cut and transfer memories......?
I realized there was.
He was shifting my memory, about a doll.
"... No way"
"Correct. Stealing your memories was easy, huh? Whatever I say to you, you forget it."
"... Enough"
"Did you even look like a good guy? Lazareth."
Don't talk to me anymore.
I flash the dagger I had at his neck, but it is prevented by his magnificent swordsmith.
But still, I still wring his neck around him like that, but that doesn't work.
On the contrary, they used the momentum of the attack to pierce their shoulders as they were.
"... ga, ha...!
"You can't win, not you. Just die here and never show up in front of me again."
"Don't lick me......!
I'll poke my sword again, but it seems I could have predicted from him, too, and now he'll do the sword and stab me in the chest.
Now there's a voice coming out of my mouth that's hard to describe, but I can't care less about that.
... This man needs me to kill him.
That thought was the only thing that was poking and moving my body.
When I get out again, I spike with a sword in my eye, but that doesn't work for him.
But I had already read it.
I fly the sword that's being replaced by a shield, and now I stick my sword up his body.
This isn't my swordsmanship, it's the swordsmanship Scott taught me.
It seems Aruba has noticed, and her eyes stare at me more sharply.
"... it's not how you're doing, you fucking kid!
Now, turn to my body. He's flashing at me.
But when I take the matter directly from the front, the sound of a violent sword bump is about to break through my tympanic membrane.
Not so long ago, his sword had power.
But while I'm taking it, deliberately pulling out, he's frozen and falling because he's out of support as it is.
And I stuck a dagger in his stomach and took it as it was.
He groaned for a while, but suddenly sighed, dripping his arms sluggishly as they were.
"... Ha. I wonder what you're doing, me."
"... Aruba?
"Brother Scott's son and what are you serious about..."
"Hey, Lazareth. Kill me."
Alba said that to squeeze it out.
I nod to the word and pull the dagger out of his stomach.
At that moment, a slaughter, not mine, slit my throat.
"... hehe, that's how you get fooled because he's your brother's son"
When I saw it, he had a dagger in his arm that would have slit my throat.
In fading consciousness, I cure my right arm, which was dripping blood, and stick my arm straight up and smash his jaw.
But my strength seems to be the limit, falling into a deep abyss without defying my heavy eyelids.
At that time, I felt someone whine, "I don't like it...... this, how it ends".
Whoever that is, it was quickly dismissed from my consciousness.