A dark shadow flashed, bright roses falling overhead, and he reached for them. He suddenly lost his strength.

Blood sprayed thin from his neck blurred his vision. He fell to his knees weakly.

"Lie...... Rose ......" The pitch-black armor stood behind him, and the heavy, cold sword pointed proudly at the sky.

He stood silently, like a stone statue that had never moved. The rose petals floated in, gently slashed across the tip of the knife, and split in half before hitting the ground.

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