Chapter Twenty-Four: A Beautiful Death

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Isn't it?

In the splash of blood, the moment of enchantment, the movement of heat and pulsation, and the moment when the mandala in the air blooms, is the most beautiful picture in the world.

The soul is gone, but in the last moment before the death of life, the beauty that is permanently preserved is either shock, remorse, or joy.

There are thousands of postures, all different, but they are all so deep and innumerable, like the wine of life.

This is, the art of death.

It's not something that can be traced, but it's intoxicating -- the devil's way.

"Phew-"

A pair of hands, stretched out from the bewitching sea of blood, covered with powerful arms of steel, tore apart the warm world of death with a single blow.

In an instant, the red color dissipated, and the only thing that remained was the blood that had not disappeared.

It's just that it's no longer so sweet, but so fishy.

- Then the knight sat up from the bed and pressed his forehead.

It was a nightmare.

Rod understood, but couldn't help but laugh.

smiled bitterly, so bitter that it seemed to swallow several bitter galls.

It's like the face is dripping.

"Is this your world, Araya"

Moving out of school was after he found out that Araya had an apartment, but now he regrets it a little.

This is the perfect world of death.

A place where there is nothing but reincarnation and death.

The vaguely felt steam and heat, the gears and the red-hot iron plates, were not illusions, but only the hellish scene that I had seen at the end of that thought the day before yesterday.

It was so sad that people couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll move out tomorrow."

Rhodes thought so, and made a decision.

He regretted it, but it wasn't a big deal.

People always like to make stupid decisions for the sake of face, for example, if it were another person, they might put up with it for a few more days.

They need to prove that they didn't make a mistake in the first choice, and they don't want to give the impression of indecision.

But Rhodes didn't care.

He didn't care for a long time.

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It's been a long time.

The two rituals were attacked by ghouls, and the eyes that saw the death of all things were reactivated, and they became the 'demons' of the damned magician.

At least that's what Araya told him.

Then, the first sacrifice was offered.

The girl who longs to get out of the cage, Witch Strip Mist Painting, is about to become the first victim.

"Can you find a way to replace her?"

"It's her own choice"

So, there is no way.

Rhodes had seen the girl.

It's a girl who's more painful than death...

Rhodes didn't want such people to be harmed.

He embraced the concept of punishment for the wicked, and the doctrine that the weak were protected and the strong were obliged.

But this time, there was nothing he could do.

"It's better not to do it"

"I want to do it"

"Even if you die?"

"That's better than it is now..."

The girl's smile made Rod's heart feel as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade.

This is a girl who cannot be saved, although the magic of magic may free her, or the root of awakening can make her happy for a moment.

But -- that will come to an end.

Just like in a fairy tale, Cinderella must leave the palace before midnight, this is the story of such a bubble phantom...

Is there a way?

Of course!

But Rhodes couldn't do it!

If you can't do it, you can't do it, and if you can't save it, you can't save it.

"Give up?"

"Never"

However, even in such a desperate situation, Rhodes had no intention of giving up.

Even if he ruined a sacrifice, even if he hindered him, even if he almost scolded him for his stupidity.

"I'm sorry, Araya, sincerely"

But Rod, who apologized like this, didn't have any sincerity in his actions.

"I'll set you free," he assured the girl in the hospital bed who was expecting to fly, and then went to try to ask for help from the person he hated the most.

Araya can't help, what he can do, he has already done. The origin of the Awakened Girl, making her a sacrifice.

- The sacrifice is already counting down.

If you don't do anything, you can't.

Let Liangyi kill those who are close to nothingness, close to emptiness, and kill each other between similar things, so as to awaken the beautiful origin.

Such a simple plan is so simple that it makes no sense to block it.

Sooner or later, Liangyi will wake up, and she will find the one she wants to kill - the same kind of person she wants to kill.

Can you find the evil one? Evil with such attributes?

I don't know, I'm not sure, so do what you are sure of.

Finding the workshop that had almost been destroyed by himself, the knight walked in with a gloomy face. I broke through the barrier as a notification to announce my arrival.

Unhindered, because probably even the owner of this place knows the difference between the two.

Pushing open the office door, then, behind the desk, saw the woman.

- As always, he tied his long flaming hair into a ponytail and sat down behind his chair.

The woman with glasses said hello in a helpless and ridiculous voice.

"It's rare, you're going to take the initiative to find me, but since it's a door, that is, you're not here to fight, right?"

Orange reached out for a cigarette. He asked.

"Yes, I don't want to come to you if I can"

Rod nodded solemnly, his expression unchanged at all.

As far as he was concerned, he still didn't think it was a wise decision to hand over the two ceremonies to the woman in front of him like this.

However, this is not something he can decide, and it is not the focus of today.

"I need help"

"Hah!"

That's a real joy for oranges.

She couldn't help but laugh.

Rod's expression was still so serious, he was ready to pay the price.

It's a matter of course.