The town was quiet, as if the hustle and bustle had been lies earlier.
I don't sleep strangely because I slept earlier.
For that reason, he sat in bed, looking at his own diary near the candlestick.
Nevertheless, I really just watched and didn't feel like reading the contents.
... I'm not like him.
I'm not even going to immerse myself in sentiment.
That's when someone suddenly shows up in front of me.
... No, I knew him well.
"... Nikolai"
"Hey, how's that blowing? I didn't know you could help me with the Sage Act."
"Clock tower.... No way, you don't."
"I see. So now you're a pure sage."
"Oh. If you understand, it's quick."
That's what I said, keep a diary next door.
And turn back to his niggling face.
"So what am I supposed to call you? Master Sage."
"That doesn't matter. In Lazareth, or that way."
"... that's surprising. I didn't expect to use the name your sister gave you as it was."
"Really?... right. Right."
...... Lasalles.
Cyan gave it to me, the name of this body.
But the owner is dead from an abortion.
Then who the hell was my other personality?
... Now that I know the answer, what will it be?
"Now, wise man, does that mean that evil was on our side?
"Well. The only certainty is that evil belongs to Isel. I hope this is a good one."
"You say funny things. The opposite of good is evil, the opposite of the strong is the weak. You're the regulator of the world, aren't you?
Whether you're conscious or not, the ones trying to protect the devil are definitely evil.
But this one that tries to destroy all mankind is definitely evil, too.
Then where's the goodness?
"Well, are you going to admit my membership?
"Oh, let's welcome you. Whatever it is, tomorrow..."
"Let me show you the nucleus of the devil."
"You reveal your existence with much ease. There's a chance I'm cheating, isn't there?
"I don't think so. If you were Lasalles, you wouldn't even know the clock tower existed. And..."
"Those unpleasant eyes. He's a wise man."
... really, this guy doesn't know what he's thinking.
It's like I'm looking at everything, but it's on my nose.
"... how good it would have been if you had been Lasalles"
"What are you trying to say?
"I look down at everything and try to stay away from myself. I don't care except for the purpose. If it's such a small nature, it's hundreds of millions of times better for a blue-smelling lasales."
……
"Clarify me, you're unpleasant enough to make me nauseous right now. How good would it have been if we had met as enemies"
"Is that a declaration of war against me?
"No way. It's my subjectivity. What do you want to say..."
That's what he says. He shows me his back and blends into the ground.
"There's always a shadow lurking on your back."
After all, the silence returns to the room.
... Is Lazareth better?
Oh. I know that best.
He was nice to everyone and worked so hard to protect someone.
Kind and crying...... unpleasant, pitiful man.
... I feel like I've been dreaming one day.
There is a selfish child who brings one boy into the house and decides on his own until the name of the sentence.
I should have left you alone.
"You die because you're weak," he said. "Only the strong can survive," he said.
I close my eyes and lie down in bed.
That night was really, really unpleasant.
I wake up early in the morning, dress right and leave the room.
The air is still clear and I can't hear anyone.
The sky is also still stained with pale blue.
"... overslept"
As the word goes, I have a headache.
I went down the stairs and went outside because it was easy to see that I couldn't sleep even when I was in the room.
Outside is the opposite of the street in the evening, no one is out there alone.
I walked in the middle of such a road and sat on a bench near a fountain in the square.
"... it's cold"
That's all I whine about and put my hands on the coat I'm wearing.
Just south of Peswen, Forse is susceptible to Peswen's climate.
Sure, did I say grate?
On the contrary, Mactoria, the furthest thing from Peswen, is relatively warm.
I just kept looking at the fountain in front of me.
There is no sound around, I can only hear the water in the fountain in front of me.
In the meantime, a man sat next to me.
"... you are"
"... hey, remember? About me."
"I remember. Alba."
I stare at the fountain and talk to the man next door.
... Even if I haven't seen him in four years, there's no way I can forget about him.
But then he becomes silent, and silence flows.
I was the one who cut the fire first.
"You need me, don't you?
……
"If you're not gonna tell me, I'm gonna tell you"
I mouthed his name as if provoking the man in front of me.
"Scott-Mercure. You're talking about my father, right?
Change your complexion to that word, Aruba grabs my chest.
I grabbed his hand like that, too, and looked him in the eye.
"... you know exactly what I mean. Hey!?"
"Let go. No way, is this what you want to do?
"That's right! I've been waiting for this for so long! I can bury you with this hand, this day!
"... what a shameful thing to say."
I pull my hands off my chest and sigh.
... don't you understand? Really this guy.
"You just want to rub it against me. the sin of failing to save Scott with his own hands. In a distorted way, called 'revenge'"
"... Huh!
"Oh, you didn't hear one thing. What were you doing that night?
"It's..."
"No way, are you going to say it just happened? The Mercury family is far from home. What can I do for you in that place? Pretty stupid..."
"How can I help the Mercures?"
One by one, my words seem to cripple me, and his expression gets worse every time I speak.
But I'm not going to quit talking.
"Even if a six-year-old ran through the night, it is known as distance. I'm sure he was on his way to the Mercures for Scott."
"... uuuuuuu"
"But he found me on the way down and found out about the demise of the Mercures family. So at least you headed to Bettenburg to help me, Scott's son, I guess?
"... shut up"
"But you know who I am. That's why I realized it."
"To the fantasy that your sins are not yours alone"
That's all I'm saying, Aruba comes at me with a dagger from her nostalgia.
You seem angry with my words, and your breath is rough.
Really, the word "indecent" suits you.
"I'm telling you, you can't beat me. You know Lazareth is no longer here."
"Ugh!
I'll give you some advice just in case, but he's not willing to listen.
His body comes this way with the words.
With the roar, the sound of cutting space apart.
But... there's no way you can reach me like that.
When I lighten his legs, he falls straight to the ground.
And it was when I made a dagger out of ice to stab him in the stomach and tried to swing it down on him with my backhand.
My hand stopped suddenly.
Even myself, I don't know what happened.
But for some reason, my arm stopped moving, as if someone were stopping me.
"... chip"
He's gone.
So there's no way they can get in the way.
But it is true that Xing was distorted.
I glanced at the man attached to the ground and then went back to my own house.