Scott holds the wounded Cyan and carries him to bed.
I tried to cure her like that, but before I did, she was doing that to herself.
Meanwhile, the room was quiet to the point of heterogeneity.
... Isel, the people, the devil.
And the only thing we thought was Bethenburg was that body.
I can't sort things out and I can't keep my frustration down.
I wonder what the hell we've been doing.
Believe me, I've protected them.
But it was all for nothing.
"... father"
"... what?
"Did Dad know who the Isel people were and what Bethenburg was like?
"... Bettenburg people, I didn't know that at the time. I was hoping I'd have to talk to Isel someday."
"Didn't Dad think about destroying the Isel people himself?
……
"Hey!"
"... I couldn't."
Scott looks away at first glance.
Half-eight temperamental anger gushed from the bottom of his belly at his attitude like that.
"... damn!
I punch myself in the face of a thoughtless crystal as I throw up my words.
But the crystal is stiff and won't even crack.
"... I know Isel's people. I touched their warm atmosphere and understood that they were 'humans' themselves."
……
"... sorry, that sounds like an excuse"
That's what he says and lays his eyes down.
I didn't feel like blaming him any more like that, and he got awkward and turned away.
After a while I let go of Ferres' hand and flinch myself out.
There was no voice to stop it.
Even Ferres did not raise a voice of restraint.
"... Sophia"
I make a fist out of my own left hand and stare at it.
It's not over yet.
... but I don't know what to do.
One step at a time, my own body moves forward.
So that your body can be drawn to you, regardless of your will.
I don't know what to do.
After a while, head out to the castle town of Mactoria.
The town is going around as usual, even though the world is about to perish.
Kids laughing at flying commercial complaints.
It used to sound comfortable, but now it was annoying and I couldn't help it.
I walk through the mall in a relatively quiet alley.
There are plenty of different people, big and small, such as beggars of dirty stature in run-down clothes, scumbags who drink and fall down from the daytime and abandon the weight of a crying child nearby.
... I'm one of them.
I'm tired.
That's what I think, I lie on the ground with no one.
Hilarious, cold.
Like the people here, I want to live without choosing.
I don't want to sacrifice anyone anymore.
Scott knew the Isel people and said they could no longer be killed.
I'm the same.
I've seen them alive more than once.
"The Mercures are your favorite."
Someone said that, I think.
Absolutely right, he grins sarcastically.
Neutralize the demonic nucleus with the holy nucleus and distribute magic power to the people.
Originally, it was my purpose.
But I can build a prediction that Cyan told me about it.
Can all the humans who are here now accept the magic that was so abundant?
Besides, won't the history of war be repeated again if we restore our magic?
And... also, I was wondering if people like me would be born.
"Brother, if you sleep in a place like that, you're gonna be ducked by those bad gals, huh?
A floater, dressed in dirty clothes, stretched out the white hair that was next to him to blur, speaks.
I glance at him like that and open my mouth.
"... that's enough. Everything. This is how I run away. I want to run away."
"Huh? Right. Well, I'm a runaway person, too. I know how that feels."
That's what he says, and he gives it to me in a bowl about the size of a heck of a cup of booze.
"Well, drink. As you can see, you can't be luxurious, but it's good inside for cheap liquor, right?
"... Hi"
I have the liquor I received from him in my mouth.
And - not too first, I spit it out of my mouth.
He was laughing at me like that.
"Hey, what did you put in it!? Huh? Mud!?
"Ha, I'm sorry, honey. I gave it a try. That's one of the most unsavory things about alcohol, and that's what happens to all grown-ups."
"... ha"
Still, my mouth is bitter.
At first, I only think it is slightly spicy, but then the flavour that is difficult to describe gradually spreads into my mouth.
Exactly, it was' mud 'itself.
"But we drink this and we live. Run, run, run. It's a luxury ahead of you. This is superior."
……
"Brother, I'll tell you just one thing. It's a magical word, common to anyone who's ever been in this alley."
"... magic"
"I can't run anymore"
That's what he says, looking up at the sky.
I can't run anymore.
Even if I try to erase that word, it won't go away.
I see, is this what you call 'magic'?
"I'm a defector, as you can see. You can't have a great opinion of your brother, so it's up to you to decide what you're gonna do."
……
"If you do it, you'll surprisingly figure it out. But if you run, there's nothing you can do."
"I'm a good example," he laughs, staring at his face.
... and my legs finally got up.
"Wake up, I'm awake"
"... hey, wake-up drink, did it work?
"Yeah. Next time, thanks, I'll bring you some superb booze."
"Oh, man. Give me a break. I won't be able to drink this booze."
That said, he puts the liquor together again from the bottle to the pee, and now he drinks it off himself.
... Unlike me, he still drinks as he deserves.
"Ma, come back if you want to. If you're talking now, I'll tell you tens of thousands."
"No, this is fine. I have a good memory."
"... right. Keh, you're smart."
"Fuck you, you fucking kid."
"I will."
I bow my head to him wholeheartedly and walk away without turning around.
If we do it, we'll work it out unexpectedly.
His words were strange and believable.
Maybe we can't figure it out.
But I'll figure it out. Do something to show it.
I didn't turn around, I walked for a while.
Already away from the castle town of Mactoria, plugged near the road where I was taken.
And spoke to the man approaching from behind, to himself.
"... I don't think there's any point in us fighting right now."
"No, my aim is to 'create an equal world'. Besides, I'm not going to choose the means."
"Right. Even if you don't exist in that world?
"That's a stupid question. Even when it comes to demons, it's life with them. I have the right to be born. We humans do not have the right to refuse it. It's only a lie, such as the equality they are born into"
"... I don't hate your flying theory."
"Gazelle."
I turn around and make an ice arm on my right arm.
He, too, has set up a wild knife and is already in a combat position.
"I'm glad to hear that. I didn't know you'd agree with my theory."
"I understand, but I'm not going to make a reception. Don't get me wrong."
"Right. Then... I don't need any more words."
"We'll settle this, my friend."
"Oh. Let's end this with each other"