Chapter 446: A fate that is not qualified to decide

Behind Setane, because of the transfer of the authority of the remnants of Eddard's power, or rather, the power of another part of Erentia's power, that one vortex is even deeper, and there is endless darkness in it.

"The power of Ironia...... That's it...... I can make my wish come true......" Setin said softly, feeling the feeling of strength that filled his body with comfort.

The sky of the Kingdom of Luther was about to clear, but at this moment, the swirling dark clouds once again shrouded the sunlight reflected on people's faces.

The darkness is like a rose May, heavy and endless.

The wind howled—like a monster with its mouth wide open, swooping down on the ground, devouring everything—

Lac City.

The well-dressed Count Isoppe poured the strong tea into the cup and gently placed it in front of the other man, the porcelain cup falling on the table with a crisp sound.

At that moment, the wind swept in, and they heard the sound of the window glass shaking.

Do you remember that prophecy? Greid, who was in a wheelchair, didn't seem to hear all this, just quietly picked up the cup and took a sip of strong tea.

"A person who is not affected by magic will change all that. Bill whispered, the sound of the wind whirring in his ears, the creak of the window panes shaking, and the exclamations of pedestrians outside the window...... He didn't care about him, but he was like a musician playing in a formal concert hall, and he was very solemn about it, "the remorse given by an irreparable love, the anger that had to be handed over by past failures, concentrated on the weak body, and thus ......"

She ...... It is a person who changes his fate. ”=========================

Wicker stared at everything in front of him, feeling the weakness of his body—even he had the illusion that death was imminent.

Ed ...... Hey......" Fitney suddenly felt that all her determination was false, she had said that she could no longer show her embarrassment in front of this young man, but—she must be extremely embarrassed now.

Eddard, who was pillowed on Fertenay's lap, was too weak to say a word, and his mouth opened and closed silently and slowly.

The blue eyes were full of affection, and only the figure of the loved one was reflected in the eyes, just like her, so the blue eyes were like the ruined night sky.

When Fitney leaned down to listen—

I'm sorry, but I love you. 】

Fitney suddenly remembered what he had said to himself at Misse's wedding.

Ed looked at her quietly, he had expected all this, just as Fitney had expected the day to be approaching, irreversible death—if not pierced by a sharp thorn, he would disappear when he reached the brink of point—and he should not have been in front of Fitney too much in this situation.

But......

Fitney, in his eyes, is a very contradictory person, brave and calm on the outside and cowardly and lucky on the inside—but in the end he is indomitable, sees farther than anyone else, and cares more about everything. It was the light, the truth, the only light in this world, as Setin had said, that displeased him.

obviously hated him, but he couldn't kill him, just for the insignificant stubborn insistence on life in his heart. Obviously very weak, but desperate to take on some heavy responsibilities, in her heart, even the meaning of light is different from people.

He hated the world, so he wanted to destroy it. She also hates the world, but wants to understand it, even if she is hurt, she still insists on the good - she is lonelier than herself on that road, no one can understand her thoughts, think she is naïve and naïve.

Do you think he's the only one who knows her? Ed thinks he's just accidentally feeling some of the same feelings as her and adoring her.

Ed suddenly remembered what he had seen when he put his "eyes" on the little black cat.

So when he watched the video that he couldn't understand, and heard her say the word "like", he couldn't help it anymore and appeared in front of her.

Even if death is just around the corner.

Is...... It's a pity.

Ed's hand gradually let go, even though it was grabbed by Fitney, it still gradually drooped, and he slowly closed his eyes, and his body gradually became transparent.

And at the corners of his mouth, there is still a soft smile.

until it disappears completely.

At this time, the vortex behind Setenin, thick black—like a dark liquid that could flow out of it at any time—corresponds to the vortex in the sky.

Then, the vortex will engulf everything, turning everything into its essence—magic.

Wicker was helpless to see all this, but to his delight, Fitney seemed to come to his senses.

"Why—why do you want to destroy all this?" said Fitney, who was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly nasal from crying.

Setin was already distracted by her, so he didn't ignore her question: "What do you think?"

"Because—the marriage that your father arranged for the benefit of your father, because of the death of your sister who fell into conspiracy, because of all this you are not accustomed to, darkness. Fitney said.

"Ah—Miss of the House of Wizdem, you have guessed, yes, what is the end of this? You have seen, those who have become ugly because of self-interest—what is the point of such a world? Humans, but stupid things that can betray even their own gods. ”

Ironia, the so-called goddess of creation, finally abandoned this world because of the betrayal of humanity.

"Lornay - don't be sad, everyone, in the end, will usher in this ending, so that you can avoid those painful and disgusting processes, and finally return to the 'original'. Setin saw that Fitney bowed his head slightly, and didn't care too much—she had lost all her reliance, especially Eddard, and she seemed to him to be no longer threatening, "Since it's all like this, then—let's get there early for them." ”

Wicker looked at Fitney's figure with a worried look on his face, and he did his best to use his magic, but - at this time, Setanein's power represented the most powerful magic.

In magic, no one can match it.

"That's right. Sooner or later, they will die - become magical. And stupid as they thought it didn't mean anything," Fitney slowly stood up, her voice a little faint, but very clear in the absence of anyone speaking, "some people...... There will be an impulse to understand all plants because of a few plants, some people will have the determination to become knights because of a sword, and some people are indeed disgusted with such a world, full of intrigue and hatred, and human beings can do anything for the sake of profit.

"There will always be something that makes humanity determined to change, whether it is a person or a thing......

"I can understand your idea of ruining everything because of hatred, and a lot of people do.

"But—

"On what basis can you decide whether they live or die?"

Fitnair looked up and looked directly at Setane.

Her blue-purple eyes, though dim, had a will that had never existed before.

"Right or wrong, what does it have to do with you - why do you have to decide the fate of humanity? Even in the truth of the magic cycle, the magicians still have their own persistence and choose their own path - and do you think that you, who know all this, can make decisions on their behalf?

"I can forgive you for choosing the path of destruction with great power - because of your own unwillingness, that is your choice, but - no one is qualified to question the path of others, and make choices for those people, no one can. ”

A choice that cannot be changed.

Even if you have to watch him die.

She couldn't save anyone.

The so-called fate, she never thought about, or never could change.

Setano's movements stopped halfway through her words, and fell silent when she had finished.

Wicker was nervous at this point, worried that Fitney would not be able to "convince" him.

But watching the amplitude of Setano's movements become smaller, he suddenly felt in his heart - perhaps, there is salvation.

"But—you can't stop me. Setin finally said.

Sharp thorns sprang out from all directions, and their target was the white-blond-haired, defenseless girl.