Throughout the dark and strangely large room, the grievous cry of Richt echoed. You slap the ground so many times, you're bleeding out of your fists on both hands. I want you to stop, but I don't know what to call you.
"It's my fault... it's all my fault..."
Oh, this sight......!
"You guys are not bad at anything......! Do something, we have to run..."
It's too popular for you to think about us until this time, Richt.
"Richt, it's not bad.... nobody, not bad"
Ronnie spoke quietly on my behalf, without words coming out as I thought. But Richter shakes his neck beside the boom.
"That's why! I'm the one in the first place... Huh!
Richt stuck his breath. Yeah... I see what you're trying to say. You think this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't run away from the castle then. At least if you leave us alone, we're blaming ourselves for saving us.
"Why... why is this happening..."
Why, why. If I did this then, there are many things I wish I had, if I were alive. But you don't have this, do you? This is horrible... I've been betrayed by someone I've always believed in.
Still, the thought of wanting to believe it, the anger and sadness about Mr. Rabbi, it's going to be a mess, right?
That way, I can perceive feelings... but I don't understand them in the true sense. There must be no weight in the words I speak. I don't even think I can save Richt.
"A kind person suddenly betrays you, or someone you thought was a bad person is really someone who thinks more about all sorts of things than anyone else. Humans aren't all that complicated."
Right. Grandpa Leo was right. I can't believe I feel it this way.
What am I supposed to do? What can I say?
I've been thinking about that crap, and I really don't have a voice.
...... yeah. No. Hold on, Meg. I would have dreamed of this sight, wouldn't I? If you don't do anything like this, it's just a dream. Because I tried to predict it, there must be something I can do. Me or Ronnie in my dreams, they just kept dripping like this, and I couldn't do anything.
But I'm different in reality. Take action! Even Grandpa Leo always said this at the end of the story.
"If there's only one thing that demons and humans have in common, it's..."
... I won't give up. Let's do what I can. I believe you too, Grandpa Leo. So please keep an eye on me.
I put a lot of effort into my stomach and looked at Richter, who was dripping, and breathed deeply.
"I'm here! There's me! Richt!"
All of a sudden, Richt looked up to me as surprised as he raised his voice. Ronnie looks surprised too and looks at this one.
"It's not just me, it's Ronnie too! Richter's not alone!
Pokan, with his mouth half-opened, Richt was staring at me. You're being an asshole!
"Besides, you don't know yet, do you? I can't believe where Mr. Rabbi's heart lies."
Richt turned his eyes round as he was hacked by my words. Yes, it is. There's still a chance that Mr. Rabbi is hiding his true intentions, isn't there? In this situation, I may have deliberately said something to make you hate me. I am a bad young girl to give up.
"What if? So, really, if Rabbi's true intentions were like what I just said..."
I shook my hand over my head as it remained connected and said it out vigorously.
"Let's piss him off a lot! How could you fool me? What!"
After a while, I heard Richt blow out in the quiet room. Oh, I laughed.
"Yeah, right... right. I don't want to grieve. Whatever your heart is, I definitely don't care if you're angry with me!
Richt, smiling niggardly, looked more pale than he had just had no heart.
"Me, too. I'll be with you, I'll piss you off."
Ronnie next door looked at Richter, and he looked at me and laughed at Nicole. Yeah, yeah, that's comforting!
"Oh, thanks, man. Meg, Ronnie... they're like my brothers!
We haven't solved anything yet, but we could have regained our minds, right? Unlike my dreams, I couldn't wait for the hour without despair. It's okay. I'm sure I can handle it. We need to do something about this situation first to do that!
"By the way... why is Richter the only one in such a remote place?
For one thing, I tried to say things that I was concerned about but couldn't tell you. Hey, it wasn't an atmosphere you could say.
"Come on... I don't know either"
"... Richt, did you draw anything at your feet?
Ronnie asked Richt, who leaned his neck strangely, with a serious face. Foot?
"No...... hmm? Wait. It sounds like there's something on there. I don't know if it's clear because it's dim..."
"Maybe there's something like a circular pattern, don't you draw?
Richter looks surprised when he answers. I am hazy with that word of Ronnie. When I said circular pattern...
"Are you kidding me?
"What, this is it? Speaking of which, a similar one came out at my feet when I was flown to the eastern royal castle... but it looks different then, huh? It's easier, like a diagram."
Richt observes the sorcery formation in a crawling position on the floor. I don't really see it from here. Even if I could see it, I just saw the sorcerers, and I don't even know what it would do. Uh, I was gonna learn more! Oh, it doesn't make sense because you can't see it from here...... and ho.
"I don't know how it works, but I don't know why Richter is using his magic to activate magic..."
"Battery, I am."
"Batteries......?
No, it's nothing, Richt said, but I figured it out, the analogy! But that's the thing, I guess. There's not enough magic on the human continent anyway. As long as you have magic, you can activate magic. And me and Ronnie are in stock. If Richter runs out of magic, you mean one of us will act as a battery until he recovers? Repeat that, I wonder.
Without being able to move, they even take away their magic, and when they are gone, they recover and continue to take away their magic again...? That's what I thought, my spine froze. Oh, I don't like that!
But it must be magic that I want to activate until then.... don't you even have to think about it? I thought we were going to be sold to someone as a product, but we're not. So what's the product?
"This... isn't the art of transferring subhuman beings from the Devil's Continent...? That way, products (…) are always available…"
To my guess, we both took a breath. Probably because I thought it was a hit. No, that's unforgivable! I can't believe the people who live on the Devil's Lands are transferred and sold before they know it! Using our magic, too.
"Oh, isn't that clever? You're absolutely right, aren't you? Lady."
I'm trembling with a wana wana, and I hear that voice coming from the back of the room. It's Mr. Gordon......!