A cold wind surrounded him.

One foot deep, the other shallow, the snow arched to its knees, and Magnus struggled to make his way across the snow.

Winter has arrived.

Above the vast firmament, the edge of the cold wolf moon slipped through the cold light, and he watched him, they looked at him.

He felt the surge of power, and Magnus couldn't tell if it was Fenris's bounty—or if it was part of his deal with the Lord of Change.

But it doesn't matter.

Magnus thought that he praised the Lord of Change in his heart, that he rebuked the Puppet Emperor for his cruelty, that he panicked that the [Jailer] was coming—and that he was willing to make the deal.

Magnus felt a corner of his soul begin to rise and tumble with a brilliant blue sheen.

He's stuck just right.

Magnus thought that just not being discovered by Fenris was enough to ensure that Magnus would not regret it.

The debt collector has his own judgment, and by the power of Magnus, he is willing to determine that he will have more than the principal.

It was determined that Magnus would eventually fall into His seat.

He, Magnus, of course, will not regret it!

He will complete his deal, and if he fails, Magnus will suffer a defeat from his defeat.

The cold wind beat his face, and Magnus gritted his teeth, this was Fenris's attempt to stop Riemann Ruth's storm, but it also hindered Magnus's hurry.

The snow swept across his bare skin, but fortunately his own skin was red, Magnus thought, otherwise his arms would have been scratched red by now.

In the vast snow, he staggered, a little scarlet moving slowly.

The old voice of ice and snow sounded in his ears,

+ Scarlet King - He's coming, prepare your spells, we still have hope. +

Magnus gritted his teeth, and the solution offered by the Spirit of Fenris was to use psionic power to ignite the path that led [it] away, while protecting the network that existed within Fenris as much as possible.

Magnus chuckled.

Naive, he thought, full of naivety...... Those who have really experienced it, who have faced it, know at a glance that this will not work at all...... It's like... Once upon a time......

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Such a naïve existence is destined to bear malice.

Magnus gave a twisted smile.

Magnus thought, echoing Fenris, calling out to the Lord of Change, who offered him another set of spells, one close to the one of Fenris's spells—but with the difference that by the penultimate syllable, the changed syllables would allow Magnus to sacrifice Fenris and rob him of his power.

Magnus laughed as if he were crying.

He staggered barefoot into the picture he had seen at the time of the prophecy.

The ragged Crimson stepped into the altar that Fenris had prepared for him, and Magnus was in a trance as the wind and snow lapped at him, urging him, but Magnus was not in a hurry—for no matter when he started, Riemann Ruth would only arrive at that point.

Fenris didn't know about this, just as he didn't know that Magnus had already made another deal.

Naive.

Magnus slowly raised his arms, he raised his head, the white cloth that bound his blindness had long since been removed, and the cold, biting snow fell, falling on his crimson smooth face, and then melted by the body temperature, turning into crystal clear water droplets.

He felt the looming darkness.

He's right!!!

Magnus shouted silently that the prophecy was true—but no one believed him!!

In a trance, in the extreme cold, he seemed to have returned to the stage, Magnus blinked, and he saw himself standing on the stage of Nikea,

Magnus's gaze seemed to regain as he took a step back in panic under the gaze and spotlight of the crowd,

Oh, my God...... How Magnus wished he could turn back time, flow back to then, even if it was his last fantasy,

He wouldn't have messed it all up, and he would have apologized in advance...... Magnus comforted himself, but deep down, he already knew that the moment he traded, his end was over.

Magnus opened his eyes, which he had not yet offered to the puppet emperor, and tried to turn against the light to find the thousands of sons in the audience who were waiting for him to speak.

He's sorry for them......

Magnus smiled more ugly than crying.

On the stage of Nikaia, Magnus smiled gently, and he bowed gracefully and slightly tremblingly to the audience.

He spoke, slowly stomping on the stage,

[There is a friendly existence in the subspace,]

Magnus said that he swallowed nervously, he could do it all and not mess it up, give him another chance, he would not disappoint them, Magnus would prove that he was right,

[However, due to the small number of samples, I am not able to show you the samples directly.] 】

Magnus said, beads of sweat on his forehead, was that his sweat, or was it Fenris's snow?

In the audience, a familiar sneer of Magnus sounded,

[Ridiculous! 】

The Wolf King laughed and scoffed, he patted his chair rudely, Magnus looked at him with a smile, but the Scarlet Sinner's eyes were full of anger,

He stared at Rieman Ruth—he hated him so much, Ruth was born above Fenris, he had seen the whole thing—but he didn't stand for the truth,

The truth is that Fenris can testify to Magnus at that time, and he can prove that he was right.

He's right.

Magnus gasped, and brilliant blue welled up in his eyes, accompanied by monstrous hatred and arrogance,

Countless images flashed in front of his eyes, and in an instant, the Lord of All Kinds showed him countless better futures, countless happy endings that would have belonged to Magnus—but those had been ruthlessly taken away by the damned, anti-psionics.

[Riemann Russ,]

He said unhurriedly,

You have always been a barbarian—a barbarian, a man who does not respect knowledge, a man who covers his eyes and does not want to see the truth, you have destroyed me, and you have allowed them to judge me—but you have refused to defend me, and it is clear that your hometown, Fenris, is the strongest evidence in my support. 】

Magnus smiled, he knew he had spoken, his voice carried away by the cold wind, and reached the figure who was stumbling over,

[--Ma-Ge-Nu-Si——! 】

The wolf king's howl was carried far away by the wind,

[What are you going to do?! You TMD stop me!!! 】

Magnus smiled, his voice raised suddenly, the spell tearing apart the cold winter and he raised his arms in the air, the wind and snow churning around him as he chanted the spell.

Even now, when Magnus thought about it, the ends of his hair glowed blue, and Fenris still thought that Magnus was friendly.

Magnus used to be friendly.

The friendly Magnus is dead!!

Because the world is cruel enough!!

If you're going to live, to live — to be above the lives of most people, you need to be cruel enough — not to trust anybody, and not to think that anyone will believe you.

Magnus thought that he was now living only for himself.

Above his red hair, the darkness of madness was staring at him.

In the vast ocean, a star lit up violently.

Magnus felt his soul burn, and Fenris was loyally holding Rieman Ruth at bay for him—but here he was!

Magnus laughed and was thrown to the snow by the rushing wolf king, his blood splattered, and poor and ridiculous Fenris was still trying to help Magnus stop his eldest son.

Poor for Magnus, he could already hear the applause of the Lord of Change.

If He had Magnus foretold this, could He have been so happy at the Council of Nikea?

Magnus didn't know, and he didn't need to know.

The Scarlet Sinner laughed, and he let Rieman Ruth choke him by the throat, trying to stop his spell, but Magnus was absolutely hateful, absolutely unwilling, the wizard's tongue would never stop, he would only curse more fiercely in the moment before death.

Magnus lay on his back on the snow, and at that moment, he "saw" the approaching monster - this is the only justice in this world!

He thought that Riemann Ruth was about to strangle him to death, and his voice finally froze, and the Scarlet Sinner felt that the darkness had begun to erode away, and in the depths of the earth, the first tentacles reached into the net, and the rift extended, and from the entrance, the tunnel peeled off piece by piece.

[It's] not even quite here.

Fenris's approach would have failed from the start.

Magnus thought - because it was naïve enough, kind enough to have not seen real, crude enough malice.

What is rushing towards them is the most terrifying existence in this galaxy.

The will of a planet alone is not enough to counter it.

No time.

Magnus, who was choked by the neck, shouted the inverted ninth to last tone hoarsely.

The next moment, a huge wave of air exploded! Riemann Ruth was knocked out,

The Wolf King struggled to his feet from the snowdrift, staring incredulously at Magnus, who was standing in front of him, a bright blue light enveloping him.

Riemann Ruth was sure that now, Magnus, the bastard, could no longer be called his brother.

[Praise to the Lord of Change,]

Magnus laughed and wiped his messy hair from his forehead, and he raised his head proudly in the wind and snow of betrayal,

He said casually, blinding psionic lightning rising from between his arms,

It was only at this moment that Tzeentchi began to rain down in the true sense of the word, and the power of chaos was rapidly eroding Magnus's soul, and the Scarlet Sinner did not resist it in the slightest.

Magnus ran his fingers across his smooth, originally orbital skin,

[Damn Fenris barbarian,]

Magnus said,

I will offer you to my master in exchange for my true rebirth. 】

The last character, which must be impregnated with blood and sacrifice, can be spit out.

No, yes!

(End of chapter)