The encounter with Kozmo was an accident.

Without any concealment or scruples, Corbock pulled out his broad-bladed heavy sword from behind him, dragged it to the ground, and approached the blonde nobleman in front of him step by step, his eyes stopped slightly on the straw rope circle in his left hand, and then asked, "Are you with Judas?"

"That's right. ”

In the affirmative, Kozmo nodded at him, "Judas is in the area behind me, come with me, don't keep him waiting." ”

However, the short boy did not move his steps.

"But is there really anyone behind you?" he said, unabashedly distrustful, "I'm sorry, I don't trust you—and don't try to explain, because I don't trust Kozmo either." ”

"Because we were enemies?" asked the blond-haired nobleman, "isn't that a little unreasonable?" Corbock, this is not the time to be presumptuous, and isn't the reason why that monster has transformed into the form of our companions precisely so that we may suspect each other, watch out for each other, and fall into the abyss of distrust?"

There was a brief silence.

"How about bringing Judas over?" Cow Bock did not waver, his voice not rising and falling, "Again, I don't trust you. ”

"Really...... I can't help it. ”

Kozmo, who unexpectedly touched the nail, sighed: "I didn't want to make such a trouble, but now it seems that there is no better way." ”

"What do you mean?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the atmosphere became sinister in an instant.

"Of course it'......"

After a slight pause, a strange smile appeared on the face of the blonde nobleman: "A small surprise." ”

Almost at the same time as the words fell, the boy's vision was soaked in blood.

"You-"

's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He's hurting himself!

One sword, another sword, each sword slashed at his own body, and the wound was deep to the bone.

Self-harm?

Totally understood no.

But...... Obviously, Kozmo, this one Kozmo is not normal.

There's a good chance he's a monster.

Since it is a monster, since it is an enemy, then it is necessary to stop his actions - although this may have objectively favorable results for him.

So, the short teenager went into action.

Not salvation.

The best way to stop a person or a monster from harming themselves and sacrificing themselves is nothing else, but ...... Kill him.

The line between life and death has always been clear, and since time immemorial there have been very few people who have been able to cross it, at least as far as Cobber knows, there is only one.

—The God of the earth who performed the miracle of the resurrection seven days after his death.

So, as long as you kill him, kill it, kill that monster, whatever it has planned, it will turn into nothingness, and it will sink with it into the abyss called death.

However...... Once again, things turned out beyond his expectations.

The monster, the monster that looked like Kozmo, didn't resist, just dodged his attacks in a clumsy way, allowing it to accumulate new scars.

Wait, scars?

Corbock vaguely sensed the crux of the matter, but he didn't have time to think deeply, when he saw the corners of the monster's mouth in front of him curl slightly, and showed him a sarcastic smile.

"I hope you enjoyed the surprise. ”

He said, then tugged at the wormwood rope on his wrist.

This is...... What do you mean?

The short boy couldn't help but stop the offensive in his hand, and an incredible conjecture passed through his heart.

"Judas. ”

Saying the names of visitors from another dimension, Kobcock's expression was extremely ugly, but before he could explain, Kozmo's voice rang out in his ears.

"Judas—"

The monster said in Kozmo's voice, unspeakably sad: "We're a step too late. ”

It's a step too late......

Standing not far away, the short boy gritted his teeth.

It was completely put on the table.

The previous self-mutilation was a proof of this, and his subsequent assault interrupted the act, but also left more natural wounds.

I couldn't even find the reason for the rebuttal for a while, and I couldn't argue with it.

But even so, he was not willing to be the object of the monster's exploitation, and even though he knew that there was little chance of convincing Judas and completely dispelling his doubts, he still said, "He is lying." ”

This is simply and straightforwardly.

Then, he gave evidence.

"The first time you met, you saved me from the frost giants. "And after that, we met Aina and Hansen, and then ...... After repelling Kozmo and them, we arrived at the camp, where Neil received us. ”

The short boy knocked on his head: "I remember all of these." ”

And then...... It's a long silence.

"I see," said Judas, the Honorable One who had participated in this trial as Judas, whispering, his eyes scanning between the two of them, not saying anything, but asking, "then...... Who's going to tell me what the hell is going on with the two of you and how the conflict broke out. ”

"He wanted to kill me. ”

The monster disguised as Kozmo was the first to characterize the incident: "I didn't think much of it when I first saw him, I just asked him a few details about our first encounter, and he answered them all, and I let my guard down and prepared to bring him to you, but-"

The voice changed: "He did something to me, and before I could react, I was pierced through the lower abdomen by a sword, and then left all kinds of sword wounds on my body." ”

"You're lying!"

shouted loudly, and the other party's ability to reverse right and wrong really refreshed his cognition: "Obviously, I was careful not to approach you, and then you started to harm yourself......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by the monster.

"Self-harm?" Kozmo's sneer overshadowed the boy's defense, "Pointing at the bleeding wounds on my body, the back, the side flesh of the ribs, and the back of the waist, can I cut these places with self-harm?

"It's not like that. Cowberke denied, "Suddenly self-harming in front of me, and then giving me a creepy smile, how do you think normal people wouldn't do that?" So, I decided you were a monster and shot at you, and those wounds on its body were left at that time." ”

Again, silence.

The two men in the confrontation had finished what they had to say, and they all looked at Amy Ulysses, the final arbiter.

"Ahem. ”

The young Glory One coughed twice, his gaze rounding the two men who were at odds with each other.

"I'm so sorry—"

He sighed, like a little old man standing in front of the vast vicissitudes of time, somewhat bitter and helpless: "I still don't know who I should believe, who I don't believe, who is telling the truth, who is telling the truth and who is lying - please come up with more evidence." ”

"Let's speak with facts. ”