Step on the rainy cobblestone, where you were guided… that is, reach the church.
There is nothing like watching, but the door is not locked, so the door opens with a bitter sound.
Dark, precipitated place.
Black floors and walls, in addition to red carpets laid on the floor.
Of course, there are regular light sources.
But the very atmosphere that makes this church sound so painful and breathless that there is no more word for it.
As I breathe at the entrance to such an association, a man with blue hair and white skin approaches me with a candlestick.
"... welcome. I'll be your guide, something called Graham. Later, get to know each other."
"Oh. Nice to meet you. I don't need to introduce myself."
"Yeah. I know. Lord Sage of the Traitors."
Laughing like it includes something, but I'm not going to get stuck with that kind of provocation either.
Is it not funny to him, once he tongues, he walks straight back on his heels.
I followed him like that and slowly stepped on the carpet.
Walking for a while, Graham opens a huge door about five times my height, prompting me to get it by hand.
I walked into the room after glancing at him like that, and now the door closed, along with enough roar to echo all this church.
"... Speaking of which, you were still Dahlia, Demon Nuke"
"Oh, this is an interesting guest coming. Nicolai, is this your surprise?
"Yeah. That's right. Did you like it?
"Oh, I like it. You don't hate mind-blowing men, do you?
To the words, Nicolai answers with a shrugged shoulder.
Dahlia sits with her legs together in a giant black chair, in the back of the room where half the church will be.
Behind it, a giant purple gem… the nucleus of the demon was engulfed in the chest of a bronze statue so magnificent as to reach a goddess-like ceiling.
"With that mouthful, it looks like the nucleus itself."
"Your eyes, which speak of that, are the old you. How did you get back, wise man? My son."
"It's a clock tower. You and I, we lost to the devil. No, to Bettenburg and Sylvia. We ended up just dancing each other."
"Remaining memories mean the trash could have been eliminated?
"Naturally. I don't need that kind of emotion."
All I have to do is kill.
You just have to kill it and be good for the world.
Because that's what a wise man should look like.
Because that's what the Savior looks like.
"All right, all right. Then I will answer your question now. I feel good today. You can ask me anything."
"First, then, the first. What do we do after we destroy Isel? You're going to build a nation in the land of witches, too?
"Hehe, that would be nice, but we're not going to do anything"
"... is!?
What are you talking about?
Destroy the devil and do nothing?
If we had enough status and power to destroy Isel, it would be possible to name the Four Powers, a land of more gigantic witches than before...... no.
"We just need to get a status and make sure we have a place to be."
"Don't be ridiculous, that means equality -"
"Can't you tell me? Hehe, do you think you can do it?
After she says that and laughs lusciously, she reassembles her legs to foreshadow the system a little.
"Each of the four powers has a special part. Our Forse is a gold mine. Mactoria is an industry. Peswen is armed. And Isel is knowledge."
"... what is that"
"It is nothing more than knowledge that creates discrimination in the name of status. So now many of our compatriots are being sold out as slaves from Isel. Knowledge must have made me look at the irregularity of our existence."
"I mean, you think all this witch position right now is because of Isel?
"That's the thing. We just want status, and for that we destroy Isel. That's all. In the first place, don't you think it's a good idea for those of us who don't have the flesh, such as dominating the whole world?
"I..."
I can't say anything.
But what is this discomfort?
Really, that's all I can't get out of my brain.
Besides, I felt a snake-like gaze somewhere from her face seeing the look on my face thinking so.
"Next. Let me ask you a question about my memory next time. Did I kill Zahr or Cyan?
"Oh. You killed the 'guy' and gained the status of wise man. I ran the orphanage. To make you grow up."
"... First of all, why was I in an orphanage?
Speaking of which, I was in that orphanage when I realized, and spent my days... becoming a wise man.
But first, why did we go to that orphanage?
I'm not sure I remember, but we did have parents.
"I see. Have you forgotten? Kuk, no, am I right to say I forced you to forget?
"... what do you mean?
"It means the way it is. About the men and women I arranged to behave as your flesh and blood parents..."
"Your magic has driven me crazy."
She narrowed her eyes with pleasure and uttered an unexplained word.
Crazy? With my magic?
What are you talking about?
"Oh. You're more of an influencer, so you don't have to know. Witches whose bodies originally consist of magic are susceptible to influence from the magic of others."
"Really?
"This means that your magic and the magic of your men and women interacted, and that the memories, sensations, and emotions of your magic influenced the thoughts of your men and women."
That's what they said, and it felt as if the chin in my head was clearing up.
I remember my parents. I remember.
That night, about my parents who got something else (...).
"But then why hasn't Cyan been affected?!? Whatever the saar with the flesh, Cyan..."
"Even if it was crazy. She was already, too, broken. No, everyone who was in the orphanage was going crazy. And so is he..."
When I say that and laugh demonically, he lovingly offers me one hand.
"Hey, do you think the world you're standing in looks just like mine? Is this wall white? Or is it black? What am I saying now? Maybe it's an outrage, huh? Besides, while we're doing this right now, there may be someone nearby who might be looking to kill you. Besides, isn't this reality what's going on in your head?
"... Huh!?
"Hey, you remember that, right? You must know this emotion better than anyone else, fear." There's no such thing as the fact that you're not crazy. "
... Her words, I knew them well.
I bet the guy in the orphanage never talked to anyone but Cyan and Zahr.
Once I saw my parents go crazy, no one was going to believe me.
Looking at the starry sky, I also remembered what I always wished for. I remember.
Such a reality, I wish it had disappeared.
"But then again, Cyan decided that the emotions that you send him will always be 'evil'. I tried to forget that it was unnecessary and I had to move on."
……
"But you couldn't get rid of it. Because of that fear, you killed Cyan and Zahr."
"Hey, Lazareth, you're really weak."
... you were right.
From the time I was a kid, I was weak.
Weaknesses that were weak and weak and could not eliminate that weakness also made me even weaker.
So I killed him.
I killed myself.
I threw away my name and totally killed something called myself.
"... that's my last question. Is Mentila our enemy?
"Good question. He..."
That said she laughed niggly and reassembled her legs again.
"We are the enemies of witches, the traitors of mankind."