Thunder and lightning thunder and torrential downpours fell from the sky.

God who closes his eyes begins to listen to the sorrow that comes from this world, and what will be the final result of the stage play that is about to end?

In the darkness of the night outside the church, the figure that had been crouching there stood up.

Drawing the massive weapon from behind, the raindrops fell with the sharp blades, causing small splashes.

The steps were a little shaky, and the movements were a little stiff, but the expression on his face was not nervous and flustered, but a very funny smile.

People always pursue what they want, and people will always desire something, so people will destroy something.

As a child, I would be interested in everything around me, so I might take my family's radio apart to see what was going on inside.

Wires, circuit boards, batteries, amplifiers, and so on are all very novel.

However, after the damage, I couldn't repair it at that time.

Even if it were assembled in its original form, the parts inside would still be scattered and useless.

Just like most people don't grow up, once they break something, they can't fix it again.

Happiness is hard to find as long as it is lost.

It is not a beacon that will point you in the right direction, but rather a shadow that lurks in the night, trying to hide where you can't see, sneering and laughing.

The easiest way to solve all this, then, is to die.

As long as you lose your deity, you will not feel pain or sorrow, and even if you are unlucky, you will end in this way.

In that case, will anyone feel happy?

Perhaps.

Probably not.

However, it has nothing to do with herself, Natsume is just trying to 'save'.

Naw.

"You guys. Feeling unlucky? ”

Hair wet with rain. The wounds on the body were also drenched. The whole body is like coming out of a river.

Natsume's every step he took would make a splash, and standing outside the church, he caught the eyes of the two.

The sound of heavy breathing proclaimed the burden of the body, and some trembling fingers were protesting against the sluggishness of themselves.

Do you want to act on your own?

Natsume was outside, listening to the screams and roars inside.

Jian Tong Yanye raised her head, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed quickly.

You don't understand, you don't understand. You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand.

Who hasn't loved someone! I have it too! I've always had it! For that person! I've worked so hard until now!

No! Don't say that! Please! No! I love that guy, all the time! All the time!

Yes!? Why?! Why can you say something like that!

Ahh

His hands tightly grabbed each other's necks, and Aoi who fell below struggled tightly.

Without letting go, with more force, the wild goose fell into madness.

Taking another step, Natsume raised the blade in his hand.

"In that case, let's die together."

The blade was reversed, and it was inserted into the back of the night from the top down. Going to run through the chests of two people, that kind of death. is the ultimate happiness......

But!

Bastard! The screaming Yanya picked up Aoi on the ground and rolled to the side, and Aoi in his arms coughed loudly, even if he was saved by Yanye once, he tore his clothes vigorously, pulled his fingers away, and tried to escape from him.

Natsume tilted his head, not quite understanding the actions of the wild goose.

It's clear that they're going to kill each other, but they save Aoi Tosaka, which is really a surprising action.

Is it true that the so-called love and hate can be exchanged with each other?

Natsume spread out her hands and stared at the two of them.

"You're going to die anyway, wouldn't it be nice for me to help you make mistakes?"

"Die!"

Pushing Aoi behind him roughly, Maki Yanya confronted Natsume, raised his right hand and aimed at Natsume, and green tendons appeared on his face again, like insects crawling on his face.

Natsume didn't make any defensive moves, just stood in place and said a word.

"That kid is still in my hands."

This sentence made the night of the wild goose stop, he looked back in horror, and then looked at Natsume in horror.

Everything is so chaotic, everything is like this.

It's almost over, and it's almost going to collapse.

He coughed loudly and stepped back, pushing Aoi away from Natsume, and then, on his knees, red blood pouring out of his coughing eyes, mouth, and nose.

Moving his gaze, his gaze fell on Natsume.

"You, ahem, what do you want?"

"Do you want something?"

Natsume recalls the gifts she wanted in the past, but she didn't get anything, and now she doesn't care.

There is a huge difference between what you want and what you can get.

If I had to say what I wanted.

"I want to hear the truth from you, why did you join this fight, and maybe let you go."

"My, are you honest?"

He didn't want to fight here, so he wiped the blood with his hands and stood up from the ground.

"Honestly? If you want to hear it, I'll tell you! It's all a bunch of bastard magicians anyway! What a holy grail! What a Heroic Spirit! Let me die for it all! ”

Roaring, the night of the wild goose hung down his shoulders.

"Why am I participating in the Holy Grail? It's not about saving Sakura from you disgusting magicians! As long as you can get the Holy Grail, Sister Aoi can reunite with Sakura, and the Maki family will not trouble them, and at that time, they will definitely be able to return to the original moment, and everyone can have a picnic together, enjoy the sunshine together, and you can stay away from these misfortunes! ”

"Wild goose night?"

"Shut up! Ahem, ahem. ”

Getting Aoi Tosaka to stop talking, he coughs up a large amount of bugs and black liquid.

"So I'm going to win! I will overcome you! Kill them all! Kill them all! All! All! Now that you know, if you know, return Sakura, she shouldn't be with a magician! Ahem, ahem. ”

Continuing to cough, Aoi Tosaka didn't know what to say, and just slipped to the ground in distraction.

In front of her, the night of the wild goose walked towards Natsume.

Stretching out his right hand, which was stained with blood, he stretched out as if he wanted to grasp something.

"Put ...... Cough?! ”

Three sharp blades pierced through Makiri's chest, spurting blood on Natsume's face, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Aoi screamed in place, her hands on her shoulders and trembling.

"People who seek knowledge and desire are very hesitant in the face of what should be done, and it is because of this that people will stop and cannot move forward, you say yes."

Pulling out the blade, he spit out black blood and insects in a mouthful and fell down, his body convulsed, and the blood that spread out flowed to Natsume's feet.

Opposite Natsume, the man who was throwing the blood drops on the knife, Yan Feng Qili looked here.

"We're meeting again, Heartless." (To be continued......)