Agatha.

Goldfinch remembers that this sister of hers was thinking about her in the last moments of her life, even if she turned into the Shadow Clan and merged with herself, and never had the idea of hurting her.

But she is not the only one in this sister's heart.

"The real Lajor, where is it. Goldfinch looked cold and looked at Wells.

borrowed the body of Lajor, so where is the real Lajor.

Aside from herself, Agatha's only concern.

“...... At the very least, when you shatter this body, it also means the complete death of Rajor. Wells just said.

"......" the goldfinch was silent.

This may also be a threat.

Sadly, the threat is effective.

——

The goldfinch seemed to have no change in attitude, but in fact the movement had stopped—the whole transit place seemed to have died down and lost its life.

"You sisters, you are as innocent as ever—" Wells' voice continued.

！

Bang——!

The Plantageng narrowed its eyes and slammed to one side—the walls were smashed entirely, and beams of light rushed madly into them—with a scorching current of air on them.

Did you bypass her and control the transit place?

The beams of light shot into the wall, and white threads stretched out of them—

The goldfinch narrowed its eyes and made a "click" sound as it clenched into a fist.

In this case-

"Huh. Wells said suddenly.

The smile reminded the goldfinch of the picture that reappeared in front of her every night.

It's infuriating.

"What do you think...... Do you have time to stop it. Wells' voice was faint, "Deceiter...... You're all the same. Such a world has no meaning to exist. ”

"Just because Lineth didn't choose you?" said Goldfinch sneered.

Boom——!

Wells, who has always seemed calm, is not calm now.

The ground sank into the blackpool, and cloudy shadows crawled out, using each other as ladders, stacked upwards.

Burst!

The goldfinch only glanced at it, and then cut off the shadow!

"I don't believe that's her choice – she's never been carefree, and she can make her own choices, even in that kind of place. But in that case, she would choose the Holy Dragon, the kind of hypocritical creature that sees the end of fate but still wants to falsely promote useless reasons and should not exist. Wells' voice was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze everything, "Isn't her death proof that the right things have ended up like this." ”

"Speak as if you really know her choice. "It's useless to bind a person, even a dead person. ”

Wells frowned.

"You're just doing yourself, and I'll admit it's common, because I used to be like that. The goldfinch said again.

The blackpool is gradually thickening, and those absorption veins are frantically eroding the place of transit-

"Damn, what is Sirise doing? If this continues—the Transit Shelter is about to finish!" Inside the Transit Place, among the people responsible for rescuing Nina, Zigrin seemed to feel something, and jumped to his feet.

Some nervous and slightly trance-like Herris was a little ignorant.

What's going on?

——

Click——!

At this moment, there was a sudden twist -

Wells looked at the spear that pierced the golden finch with a cold expression: "It's really careless - even a powerful existence like the Holy Dragon can't kill me." That kind of power...... It's nothing but a waste. ”

Wasted on useless people.

"As a technique for absorbing magical power, the absorption vein itself requires the body as a carrier for absorbing energy—what if, if you lose this body?" the golden finch did not panic, ignoring the blood gushing out of the wound, "Wells, you don't understand until now - the person who killed the holy dragon is not you, it is himself, it is what he thinks, his inseparable love." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about. Wells had a bad heart, and subconsciously looked around, feeling that this space was under his own control, and at the same time - he found that he was completely cut off from the outside world, "his kind of ......"

"Even if you know that the world is useless, you still insist on the duty of guardianship and still accept love. How can such a beautiful and powerful being be selfish as you can understand - stupid. The goldfinch was word-by-word.

"But you can't stop me now!"

"Ha - so from the beginning to the end, you don't understand what love is!"

Wells was stunned, and at the same time felt that his body was a little ......

A strong sense of rejection.

The goldfinch's face was black little by little, and under her feet, the shadow suddenly moved, like flowing water—

"Damn it—don't come here!" Wells was a little impatient.

He expected to take the body of the Golden Finch - because of the power she wielded. The body of La Joor was originally chosen to "awaken" Agatha, but now-

"Wells, it's a trap. Goldfinch smiled weakly, but cheerfully, "You always thought I would fight you with my body that has fully inherited the dragon's blood—but I figured it out. You, you don't deserve to be killed at all costs. Even, to kill you don't need to think about much at all. You're just a human being. ”

Just one person—

Wells's body couldn't move, and the strong rejection that belonged to Lajor was already excluding his consciousness!

"Hahahahaha...... Alone!" Wells sneered, black mist pouring out of his eyes, making him twitch all over.

Whoa——!

A black mist poured out, and a streak of blood swooped straight towards the goldfinch——!

Now that Agatha has "escaped" from the Plantageng's soul, the rest of it is extremely fragile - as long as it can dispel her soul......

The black poured in, and the goldfinch fell from mid-air and fell into the blackpool - bang!

The girl lying on the blackpool trembled, and the black mist enveloped her, looking like she was making a final struggle.

But the soul was more fragile than Wells had imagined—

Smack——!

The girl suddenly raised her head, and a pair of eyes were already filled with black—

"She" slowly stood up, looked at the wound on her chest, and snorted coldly.

This level - it can be repaired as long as the right flesh is found.

So "she" turned her gaze to Lajor, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

......

The dark shadow of Agatha seemed to know nothing about the fall of her sister's soul, and the shadow slowly "stretched out her hand" and hugged the young man.

This image made "she" pause.

That's almost impossible.

The Dark Shadow Clan doesn't feel it—

Just when these doubts were not fully answered, some small pictures began to appear in front of me, first some fragments, and then more and more dense-

belongs to the Golden Finch, and - the memory of the Holy Dragon Jock.

——

"These ...... What are these......"

I wanted to wave them away, but the picture of the girl with a warm smile appeared in my memory.

This is......