The spirits shook their hands to let the sticky blood go, reluctantly, but helplessly. The blood was thrown off, creating more bright red marks on the brown carpet.

Staring at them, the ghost blinked.

Over time, and how comfortable he is with the job...... He began to feel more and more that it didn't seem like a good choice to tear people apart with his fingernails all the time.

First, it always makes the scene very fragmented.

Second, it will always make him have blood all over his body.

Now, for example, he's covered in blood. Not only that, but there was even some minced meat hanging on his shoulders that was shaking with the movement.

These are all evidence of killing.

And in addition to this, there is a palpable blankness that is manifesting on this pale face.

A swift and efficient killer shouldn't have such a dazed expression.

As for the reason, you'll probably have to ask the man who was walking around in front of him and carrying the corpse.

"What are you doing, Carlil?" The ghost asked, confused.

Karil didn't answer, just dragged the two dead nobles and threw them into the hall, not even forgetting to wipe the blood off their hands from their clothes.

What is he doing?

The answer is obvious - to carry the corpse, to carry the corpse yourself. He carried the corpses piled up in the hallway one by one to the hallway.

Carlil didn't choose to do it with that power, he knew he could, but he didn't.

He didn't want to do that.

After all, who knows if it really comes without a price?

It is better to be cautious about such a strange power that cannot be explained in words.

Besides, if you have to use it to even carry sundries...... What is the use of a man's long arm?

The meaning of evolution is not to make people become lazy worms who only know how to enjoy.

"Carlil?"

The wraith screamed again, not forgetting to lower its head and shave the minced flesh from its nails.

"We're done, is it time to go back to the shelter?"

"Don't worry, Wraith."

Carlil said without looking back, as he continued to carry the body.

"But ......"

The ghost glanced back at the mountain of corpses in the hall and frowned, "Shouldn't we leave the scene quickly when the work is done?" You said it. ”

"Sometimes it's not. I've said that too. ”

"That'...... Won't we be discovered? The ghost asked again.

Carlil chuckled lowly.

He wished they were coming.

"It's okay to be found, Ghost."

Carlil explained softly.

"For one thing, most nobles don't care about what happens in another family's domain, and they don't judge how others relax. In my opinion, this is the only merit in them. ”

"Second...... This is a rare opportunity. ”

"Opportunity?"

"Yes, opportunity." Carlil turned his head and nodded. "A very rare opportunity for you."

At this moment, he had finally cleared the hallway of the corpses, all of which had been moved by Carlil into the hall with both hands, leaving nothing behind.

Then he walked to the end of the hallway, pushed open a door wrapped in dark patterned leather, and glanced inside.

"Very well, let's go take a shower." He turned his head and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The ghost blinked, his expression a little glazed.

He didn't expect this to be the rare opportunity that Carlil was talking about.

“...... Bathe? ”

"Yes, take a shower."

Carlil nodded, leaning against the bright red wall and clasping his hands together, his expression relaxed as never before.

"Everyone should pay attention to self-hygiene, so that germs can be eliminated and some unnecessary diseases can be prevented. And, of course, the most important point......"

Carlil looked up, glanced at the ceiling, and sighed silently. “...... The moment you rinse with warm water, you will feel temporarily relaxed. ”

"That's important, Spirit. If you're feeling stressed, find a way to release it. Do you understand? ”

"Relax?" The ghost asked, confused. "I've washed myself with acid rain, Carlil, I don't feel relaxed......"

Carlil turned his head away, not answering the ghost's words for the first time. It took a moment before he spoke.

“...... With acid rain, strictly speaking, you can't clean yourself, ghosts. Did you know that acid rain is actually domestic wastewater dumped by aristocrats? ”

The ghost was horrified and changed its expression in just half a second.

"I, I—" he stammered. "But...... I?! ”

"Just go wash it now."

Karil's voice was normal, but he still didn't let the ghost see his expression. "Anyway, relax."

The ghost nodded, and then rushed towards the room, not even forgetting to close the door.

Behind him, Karil Lohals gave a calm, fleeting smile.

He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a cloudy breath.

The air purifiers set up by the nobles were working non-stop, and the terrible smell of blood from a grand slaughter had to dissipate little by little.

They couldn't resist the machine, just as the nobles couldn't resist Carlil and the Wraith.

It doesn't matter if you're prepared, or if you're not prepared...... None of that matters anymore.

The goal was accomplished. Carlil thought.

But - what about after this?

He narrowed his eyes and paced slowly beside the pile of corpses for a moment, trying to think, but the sticky touch of the soles of his feet prevented him from continuing.

Blood......

With a silent sigh, Carlil turned his head to look at a couch in the center of the hall and walked slowly.

After carefully picking a spot that didn't have much blood, he sat down slowly.

The soft feeling coming from his entire waist, back and body made him breathe a sigh of relief. It's a completely different feeling from sitting in that chair in the shelter.

The tattered chair needed to keep his back completely straight so that he wouldn't lose his balance while sitting. Therefore, sitting on it is not so much like relaxation, but more like torture.

It's nothing like sitting on this soft and comfortable sofa.

It's a luxury...... Even a sofa is like that.

Carlil lowered his head and thought quietly surrounded by the corpses of the nobles.

The corpses around them, some staring, some screaming silently. There are people who have a residual feeling on their faces before death, or smiles, or excited. Some people are full of fear, twisted to the point of hideousness.

Among the corpses in this place, only Carlil had a calm expression. Calmly sat on a couch stained red with blood.

It's so calm that it's almost eerie.

In contrast to this quiet picture, his thoughts are very complicated at the moment.

......

Originally, he hadn't thought about what he was going to do after that. This plan to light the flame did not have a follow-up at the beginning.

Before he meets the ghosts, the ultimate goal of this plan is to lead by example and blow up the entire upper nest.

Carlile certainly knew it was reckless and totally irresponsible, but he needed to step up.

Thousands of years have passed, and on Nostramo, no one rebels against the nobles anymore. No one even knew why they were rebelling – they had completely forgotten the meaning of rebellion, and they only knew how to go against it.

The workers and aristocrats of the nest were worshipped as gods, and their children even saw joining gangs as a good way out.

If you don't want to be like your parents in a factory or a mine and become a thinning tuberculosis, you have to join a gang.

The gangs follow the example of the nobility, always thinking of grabbing a seat, entering the nest, and becoming a member of the nobility.

As long as you squeeze into the upper nest, you don't have to endure the sour smell and dirt anymore, right?

While on patrol, Carlil had heard the gang describe their imaginary future in similar tones countless times.

Yes, they do all kinds of evil.

But who made them like this? Who is it that makes people survive in dark and narrow corners? Who makes people starved of clothes and food?

Carlil will kill them, and he will not pity them, because they have done something that is not worthy of being called human.

But there was only one thing he wouldn't do – he wouldn't laugh at the illusory dreams of these gang members.

People want to live with dignity, and this dream they have is the only and only thing in Nostramo...... Ways to make life better.

It's ridiculous and cruel, and it's so absurd that it's unbearable.

What's even more terrifying is that in the whole of Nostramo, before encountering the ghost, Carlil was the only one who felt unbearable about it.

The Wraith was just as unhappy about this, and unlike Carlil, he only vaguely felt that it was wrong.

In the heart of this naïve monster, there was an intuition that gently reminded him of one thing: people should not live like Nostramo.

So, after that, Carlil had a second thought.

He intends to pave the way for the Spirits before he dies, and kill all the nobles of the Nest.

In this way, the wraith will be able to raise the banner of defiance that he has erected after his death, and let the flames sweep away the darkness. He also intends to track down the ghost's genetic defects so that he can have a normal lifespan like a normal person.

...... Now, however, he is not dead.

Moreover, the ghost is not the experimental product of the nobles, he has a father, a name, and even a brother.

Carlil closed his eyes. He never imagined that one day he would be distressed by the fact that he 'died without success'.

But, anyway......

He opened his eyes.

It's good to be alive,

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Two shadows leaped through the darkness, and behind them, the upper nest was still quiet, and there were still many nobles enjoying the luxurious life of drunken gold in their family residence.

They don't know anything about what happened tonight, and they don't know anything about what is to come.

Beginning with Mantas Skolewalker and ending with a nameless patrol guard—most of the night, ten hours, the great nobles were completely destroyed.

Highly efficient. Carlil thought. Very efficient.

Jumping over the spire and running down, the dark clouds above him were still eerie, but Carlil's mindset was very different from when he came. The ghost followed him closely, as always.

"Carlil?"

"Huh?"

"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow......"

"Do you want to continue patrolling?"

"Tomorrow's business, let's think about it tomorrow." Carlil said softly. "Tonight...... How about a good night's sleep first? ”