"I considered him a friend, of course, and that was later. Doesn't that sound ridiculous? Me, and an illegal sorcerer who hates me. However, in my opinion, such people are too rare. I'm easily influenced by this thing, Laxis, and I need someone to remind me of what else is worth cherishing. ”

Asa picked up the black ring and shook it in Laxis's trance-like gaze, and a hint of doubt flashed in Laxis's eyes.

"That man...... What's wrong with him?"

"He was caught by Borenfutz, he didn't betray me, but I couldn't give him up. There was something bitter in Asa's voice. He didn't have that much time to explain to Laxis, so he could only stare into Laxis' eyes sincerely, hoping that she would get the answer she wanted.

"I understand. Laxis looked surprised.

What kind of betrayal is that......

The answer is as simple as that. Just like Angelo when he followed her, Asa used to protect her without hesitation. Laxis remembered that when she was framed by Borenfuz and others, there was an illegal sorcerer named "Raven" who risked his life to escape from the Temple of Judgment.

Is it for her?

Even when she wasn't around, Asa never gave up on her, right?

Such an ideal......

Even if Laxis couldn't keep trying, Asa and his friends would do it their way.

"Great...... Are you ...... now? There are a lot of friends ......"

As if hearing the gentlest lullaby, Laxis now only feels very down-to-earth. She lifted her gaze and smiled serenely.

"You...... How big is it?" she was about to lose her voice, and the qiē around her gradually faded away, like a dream.

“...... It's more than ninety. Asa touched her head and smiled bitterly

"Huh. Haha......" Laxis also smiled wryly, her vision becoming more and more blurred. Asa was very old, like a monster. However, isn't Laxis also a monster at this time?

"I ...... I have one more question...... Asa ......" Laxis squirmed her lips. Almost silently murmuring, "You know...... So many people...... Do you have...... A ...... alone Makes you feel ......"

The beautiful emerald eyes slowly closed.

The murmuring also faded away.

In the end, Laxis didn't seem to know what she was trying to ask, and the dream gently surrounded her. Suddenly, in her confused consciousness, she once again felt the warmth that always made her feel extra reassured.

Asa stretched out his arms and embraced her.

Until the end. Laxis didn't mutate into a mindless monster, she calmly stopped breathing, and there was a faint smile on the corners of her blood-stained mouth.

She has always been worried about others. This time, she finally didn't care about the people she couldn't care about anymore, she reserved her last time for herself, and the people she wanted to know the most.

From the age of fifteen to the present, Laxis Flotica has spent her most beautiful years following in the footsteps of Asa Hernos.

So. The man who used Laxis was Asa all along.

......

The night of the City of Light is lifeless.

Even though the monster invasion did not threaten the area at all, the people locked the windows and doors in horror. In the hazy night, there is not a trace of brilliance.

Several people were silent in the hall. This is a house that Saint Flame had bought before. It's been useless for a long time, it's not decorated, and there's an old smell in the air. Clarence sat motionless on a chair against the wall, his head bowed, as if lost in thought. Sylvia sat next to him, looking a little restless, and each time she spoke, she found it difficult to squeeze out her voice.

The raven also came out, and stood dumbfounded against the door. He was tired, probably the most tired of all, but he didn't want to rest at all. Christina was in Anastasia's room, she had come out once, Clarence explained to her a few words, told her not to ask anything for a while, and she went back again. The rest of the hall too, despite the questions they had, understood that this was not the time to ask questions.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Unsurprisingly, the silence was ended by movement coming from the room at the east end of the hall. The old black wooden door had long since lost its paint, and it made a very piercing creak.

The Holy Flame immediately stood up, his fists clenched nervously.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked aloud.

The man who came out of the room looked at the flame with great calm. Asa's body was stained with blackened blood, which seemed to be mixed with a variety of colored sand. Silver strands of hair hung down on his shoulders, shimmering in the light. However, it was Asa's calm that made the Flame really nervous.

I don't feel any human affection.

Just like that autumn, he stood on Banba Island, calmly scanning the ruined villages and helpless people, all life, in these calm eyes, but as humble as dust.

"Star, aren't you going to go out?" Flame took a few quick steps to stop Asa. He grunted and swallowed, and in the room behind Asa, he could still smell the smell of burnt blood—he knew exactly where it came from, it was a predestined tragedy.

"I want to go out and see, are you going to stop me?" Asa's voice was as soft as a breeze, but it exuded a sudden killing intent.

"Star!" the crow realized something was wrong, "you...... Can you calm down, we can do something for you!"

"Star, please stay here!" Clarence stood up.

Asa didn't say anything, his golden eyes were like cold blades, but they seemed to be buried with infinite sorrow. That kind and sensible, gentle and strong girl died like this, but at the last moment her expression seemed to have the happiness she really wanted, she probably didn't hate anyone, right?

Whether it was Borenfuz and the others who were bent on killing her, Artel who set the trap, or Asa, the despicable teacher...... Did she ever hate?

Asa knew that he was also the murderer of Laxis, and the magic condensed in Laxis's body obviously belonged to the black star, but he didn't seem to have time to feel guilty yet.

He put the ring on his hand again, and a chaotic black twisted around his mind.

"It's not the first time I've stopped you, Asa Hernos. The Holy Flame stretched out his hand, and on his hand, he was also wearing a ring, the red ring engraved with a goblet full of flames.

Flames leaped and lit from the ring, dazzling like fiery red lights.

Asa's pupils shone as red as blood in the light of this lamp.