"Ahh

They swirled around in the mist, reaching out from time to time to touch them. The mist seemed to have a dyeing effect, and after a while, all the sand queens began to turn red, a little scary.

If ordinary people see the Shahime now, I am afraid that they will be treated as terrible evil spirits stained with blood, and they will faint with fright.

But Ulysses, of course, didn't see it that way, and he found that the red mist not only did not harm the Shahimes, but made them appear more lively, as if they were ingesting some kind of nourishment that could make them grow.

Ulysses himself reached out and tried the red mist, and found that it contained a special element, but it obviously did not hurt his body, but made him slightly excited.

Ulysses was no stranger to that particular element—it was the smell of blood.

In my mind, I unconsciously came up with what Noah said had happened here.

In this place, on the roof of this building with an ancient history, every once in a while, a girl of noble birth and excellent talent will come to it alone, starting more than 2,000 years ago.

They didn't come to see the stars or wait for someone, but they were alone here picking up a knife and cutting the artery of their wrists, watching all the blood flow out of their bodies until death separated them from the world.

They come from different countries, different regions, and perhaps even different beliefs and races, but they all choose to end their young and promising lives here.

What kind of mood did they use to come to this lonely roof alone in the middle of the night and end their lives with their own hands.

Ulysses felt unnatural just by thinking about the feeling of blood pouring out of his body, weakness and darkness sweeping through his body, until he entered the eternal cold world.

He had also experienced the feeling of being empty, the world slowly moving away from him, and if it weren't for the power of Aya and the Book of Demon Kings, maybe he would have really died at that time. Because of this, he understands the horror of death more deeply than ordinary people.

That's definitely not a comfortable thing, let alone ending one's own life with one's own hands, how much courage and consciousness it takes. If it weren't for the unbearable pain encountered, ordinary people would never choose to commit suicide. But Noah clearly said that the girl who died here had no reason to commit suicide at all.

They have a good background, a game of grades, and are innocent and beautiful, and they have an infinitely better future, and they will have no reason to commit suicide, and they can't find a single one. However, one by one, they chose to end their young lives here, and let the blood stain the entire roof.

"Whew!" From the other side of the dusk, a cold wind blew, and under the faint sunlight, the old roof was as strange and desolate as another world.

The blood of the setting sun and the blood of the mist blend together, making it a strange world. Coupled with the laughter of the sand hers from time to time, it makes people shudder.

"Hey, if you really want to see me, come out, you're not alone. Ulysses raised his courage and said loudly to the blood-colored mist around him that was beginning to grow thicker and thicker.

He himself didn't understand why he wanted to see the owner of that gaze so much, and it was not just out of fear.

I wanted to see, I wanted to see, I wanted to see it very much, and this impulse was irrepressible, so that he didn't leave here as promised with Noah, but took the initiative to stay.

"Yah

"Uh-huh!"

"Hahahaha!"

The Shahimes responded to Ulysses' call and made a variety of sounds, as if they were actively greeting unknown beings hidden in this abnormal blood-colored world.

The crimson mist fluttered gently, and it didn't look like it was the same as before, except that the cool wind seemed to become a little more numerous.

Ulysses had a few large beads of sweat on his forehead, and though he looked like a fool in a horror story, he wondered what was watching him anyway.

An incomprehensible fear, an incomprehensible longing, made him stand motionless in the center of the crimson mist.

Then, I don't know where came the singing, a distant and cold singing.

The lyrics are not clear, and the rhythm is very arbitrary, but at the moment when the song sounds, the red mist suddenly becomes thicker, almost completely obscuring the last glow of the sunset.

"Yikes!"

"Hehehe!"

"Bah!"

Hearing the singing, the Sha Ji began to dance happily, for them who are unrestrained by nature, love freedom and joy, this strange world is not scary at all, but makes them feel more interesting.

With Ulysses, they had nothing to fear, not even death.

With Ulysses at the center, Shaki dances a strange dance together while humming the nursery rhyme-like song.

With no structure to speak the true sound, the sand hers can only utter simple syllables, but this does not prevent them from enjoying the music.

This kind of music, as if it was born for their innocent and lovely life, is full of innocence and joy. It's just that in this crimson blood-colored mist, in the twilight time when time seems to be about to stop, the red shadows of the sand hers who suddenly dance are really not good for people's hearts.

"Still not coming out?" Ulysses looked at the crimson mist around him with some disappointment, it was clear that the "it" had reacted to his words, but seemed less willing to appear in front of him.

But now that these red mist have appeared, it means that things have taken a turn for the better, and maybe as long as he waits a little longer, he can know the truth of everything.

Ulysses, who forced himself to calm down, listened to the lovely voices of the sand hers, watched their cheerful dance, and waited quietly.

One, two, three, four...... Ulysses, who had begun to count the dance steps of the Shaki in boredom, suddenly shuddered, and then quickly regained his calm expression, but the trembling of his hands betrayed the fluctuations in his heart.

The number of Sha Ji's team is wrong, and he knows very well that the number of Sha Ji he summoned this time should be twelve in total.

But now, the number of saki dancing in the fog is thirteen.

Before he knew it, there was one more Shaki dancing around him in the mist.

(To be continued)