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As El Fante is old, it is a complex structure where all kinds of buildings are woven together like a spider web.
Even Yuria, who had such extreme characteristics to begin with, had a building where she could quietly live.
What this means is that it is not that difficult to carry out a coup in a deserted place without being noticed by anyone.
“…it’s a bit difficult to tie a knot…”
Dowd Campbell muttered that with his eyes completely unfocused.
The sight of him making a noose with strong twine that he had obtained from somewhere was not only desolate but almost maddening.
[…]
[…]
Not far away, inside the Soul Linker neatly left along with the ‘will’, two spirits fell silent at the same time.
[…is it okay if I don’t stop you?]
At some point, Balcasus woke up and said that to Caliban, but Caliban only sighed in response.
[No, even if I try to stop you, what should I do if I don’t intend to listen?]
[…But we can’t just leave him trying to die?!]
Balcasus shouted in horror at Caliban’s calm reply.
No, right now he is on the verge of suicide. How can he be so calm?
Even as we continue this sentence, Daoud is already almost ready to hang himself. He is inspecting the noose with his eyes wet with rain.
[No, there is no reason not to remain calm.]
However, Caliban’s voice returned, completely undisturbed by Balcasus’ urgency.
[It’s the devils who are obsessed with that guy, Balcasus.]
He continued speaking with a wry smile.
[It means that even if you want to die, there is always at least one person who won’t let you do that.]
There was no need for Balcasus to ask what that meant.
-!
The moment Daoud was whistling and trying to hang the noose around his neck, the part on the roof where the noose was fastened exploded and flew away.
Thanks to this, Daoud, who had nothing to support his weight, fell to the floor.
While he was rolling around on the floor with a loud bang, someone landed lightly from the air.
“…really…”
Feynol, who was levitating his body with magical power, took back the flames that had enveloped his entire body and sighed deeply.
“I haven’t been able to see you lately because I’ve been busy preparing for the second trial, so when I saw you for the first time in a while, I asked you what you were doing. you are.”
“…”
Daoud looked blankly at Feinol’s figure illuminated by the moonlight.
The sight of the hem of the dress fluttering in the open night sky was almost dreamlike.
The biggest factor in giving that feeling was something else.
Daoud again followed the thing towering over her head with a blank look.
‘…horn?’
As someone whose memories are gone but whose knowledge remains, I am certain that even if you search the entire continent, there is no human being who would have something like that rising above their head.
I was just puzzled by the sight of this place with no idea what it was.
The two spirits within the Soul Linker had slightly different impressions of the appearance.
The horn is a symbol of the ‘devil’ that is obvious to anyone without any need for explanation.
The force that just blew off the roof of the building was clearly related to that force.
That thing just now was definitely karmic fire, the power of the Red Devil.
Firepower itself is not a big deal. No matter how strong Elfante’s building is, the devil’s power is enough to partially damage even the Archangel’s barrier.
The only thing that is absurd.
[…Did they just ‘cut out’ the upper part of the building with the power of the devil?]
Balcasus let out those words like a moan.
No vessel in the world can ‘take out’ the power of the devil and use it at will in this way.
Usually, the power works in such a way that the vessel that has been encroached upon by the fragment begins to run wild and its power is revealed.
Moreover, being able to use power this accurately speaks volumes.
[…]
Caliban closed his mouth and watched the scene quietly.
Of course, it was not a pleasant experience to see the power of the devil that I had personally defeated before my eyes.
More than that, a terrible ominous feeling was running down my spine.
‘…Did you say before that the more you regain your emotions, the stronger your control over the devil’s power becomes?’
And, without a doubt.
The power of the Red Devil that he was seeing now was in a state of incomparable sophistication even compared to that during the Red Night Incident.
Compared to before, when it just spread around blindly, it has become possible to move in a very calculated manner with a clear purpose.
Well, what if.
Just in case.
Anyone who has fought this side once has no choice but to make uncomfortable assumptions.
This guy, for whatever reason.
If you become an ‘enemy’.
If you try to burn the world with the firepower of all three pieces of the devil, with a power of this level of precision.
[…]
It would not be surprising if a disaster of such magnitude could not even be compared to the Red Night incident, which reduced several cities to ashes in half a day.
While he was thinking that, Feynol sighed, placed both hands on his hips, and narrowed his eyes.
It was a gesture that gave off the impression that he really couldn’t stop it.
“Some people want to die but can’t, so what is this? “Did you want to deceive me?”
“…yes?”
Daoud let out a voice like that in embarrassment.
No, in the first place, this person was someone I hadn’t even seen in the hospital room when he collapsed, so it was my first time meeting him.
But then again, why are you pretending to know him?
As I was looking upwards with that thought in mind, Feinol landed lightly on the floor.
Then, he comes up to Dawood, who is lying on the floor, and grabs him by the collar and lifts him up.
It was a level of strength that was hard to imagine from that slender body, but it would be laughable to question such a thing against the devil’s vessel in the first place.
“…Um, who are you…?”
And then.
Feinol kissed Daoud, who said exactly that.
“…? …?! —-?!”
Daoud, who was startled, struggled as hard as he could, but Feinol’s hand holding him was steadfast.
Kiss each other gently. Until you run out of breath. Daoud is struggling
“…What, what, what, what…?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Daoud picked up those words with a distraught look.
I’m not sure because I lost my memory, but I was feeling a sense of déjà vu, like something like this had happened before.
“…It’s a supplement.”
“…yes?”
“I haven’t been able to feel my heart pounding since I’ve been away from you lately.”
In contrast, Feinol continued speaking with an even expression.
Feeling emotions is a very important thing for Feinol. It must feel like an oasis given to a wanderer wandering the desert.
In particular, what gives a strong ‘resonance’ is the work related to this man.
Kissing as soon as we meet like this is not that special.
At least, from her perspective.
“…”
“You said you would make me happy, so you can take responsibility for this, right? “I was in a hurry too.”
“…Um, to you too…?”
It’s dizzy, really.
Daoud’s eyes lost focus again.
He hurriedly stood up and picked up the noose that had been thrown to the floor.
“…What are you going to do with it?”
When Feynol asked a question while laughing, Daoud muttered, looking half-out of his mind.
“…Wouldn’t it be better for someone like me to die…”
“aha.”
Feinol heard those words and laughed again.
“Who does that on their own?”
“…”
With those words, the noose that Dowd was holding burst into flames with flames created in the air.
As if he would never tolerate such a thing.
“You must not be mistaken, Dowd Campbell.”
Feinol continued speaking, still smiling.
“Your life is not entirely yours.”
“…yes?”
Some focus returned to Daoud’s eyes.
The main reason was that it was so absurd.
“By arbitrarily entering someone else’s life. “You take other people’s hearts as you please, and say things like dying at your own will.”
However, those eyes were not smiling at all.
Rather, it would glow stickily with an insidious color.
“Isn’t that so… selfish?”
“…”
“You have an obligation to survive until the end, to make me happy, and to make you happy too, right?”
“…”
“If you die, I will chase you to the end of hell and make you responsible, so let’s stop doing such useless things. “Did you know?”
Feynol lightly kissed Daoud again.
Compared to the sticky kiss from before, it may only be grazing the surface.
It was a touch so terrifying that it gave me chills.
“…Leave it at that, Feinol.”
As Daoud was dripping with cold sweat, a voice came from beside him.
“I will give you credit for finding this man in an instant, but what if an artificial soul enters and stimulates your already unstable mind in that way?”
“…Excuse me.”
At the same time that Feynol put down Dowd in agreement, Sullivan opened the door and came in, sighing and stroking his hair.
“You must not cause trouble, Viscount Campbell. “You have to have some awareness that you are a patient.”
It’s a warm voice.
However, it was such an ominous favor that Daoud, who had been harassed by women countless times until now, even felt fear.
‘…No, no way.’
Is this woman ‘involved’ with him?
“…Excuse me, Prime Minister.”
Daoud asked with a trembling voice.
“Well, if I ask what kind of relationship you have with the Prime Minister…?”
“…”
Sullivan frowned slightly at the unexpected question.
The answer that came out was as if he was asking such an obvious question.
“There was no relationship whatsoever.”
“…!”
Daoud’s expression brightened momentarily.
Yes, then that’s right.
No matter how crazy you were before you lost your memories, at least one person is just an ordinary person…
“You knew that.”
“…”
“I have some special feelings for you.”
The Prime Minister who said that smiled softly and stroked Dowd’s face with a gentle hand.
From Dowd’s point of view, it almost felt like a gesture from the Grim Reaper.
“Anyway, let’s stop making a fuss and go back.”
“…Are you going back…?”
“There are quite a few people who care about you.”
“…You’d rather kill me… Please kill me, Prime Minister…”
Daoud muttered like that with his eyes unfocused.
“…?”
Immediately, I closed my mouth.
Probably because I noticed something strange.
“…Prime Minister?”
Sullivan’s complexion, which had been stern just a moment ago, looked as if he would stab himself and not a single drop of blood would come out.
As soon as I heard those words, I turned so pale that anyone could tell.
“…Oof.”
Next, Sullivan quickly covered his mouth as if he was suppressing nausea.
Cold sweat is seeping from my forehead.
I’m breathing hard. The mixed emotions on his face made him look like he was terrified.
like.
As if I had been stimulated by a ‘trauma’.
“…”
“…”
Not only Daoud, but even Feinol looked at that figure in confusion.
‘That’ Prime Minister.
A man who can place even the emperor of an empire under his feet if he wants to.
A woman who was even called the Iron-Blooded Prime Minister.
At every word of Daoud just now, he is taking a step back like a frightened child.
“…Prime Minister?”
“Guide the recruits, Feinol.”
Sullivan said that sentence in a noticeably rougher tone than before.
“…I have something urgent to come up with, so I’ll go and take a look.”
Sullivan, who barely got that sentence out, quickly turned his back.
Then, he almost runs out into the hallway.
“…”
“…”
There was silence for several minutes.
“…Did I say something wrong?”
“well…?”
When Sullivan hurriedly left, Dowd and Feynol were left behind, both looking embarrassed.
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“…Prime Minister?”
dizzy.
This was the only sensation Sullivan felt as he arrived in front of the private room created in El Fante.
“…Prime Minister, are you okay?”
Sullivan, unable to answer the repeated questions asked by the attendant at the door, ran into the door with a pale face.
And right away.
“…Oof…!”
As soon as you get to the bathroom, vomit out whatever is inside.
In my head, ‘old’ memories of being with someone were playing.
A truly long time ago.
Memories that never exist in ‘this world’.
-Thank you always, Sullivan.
someone’s voice.
– I know the Prime Minister is busy with work, but please take it easy. Please rely on me too.
Someone’s warmth.
-…Even though you are the ‘vessel of the devil’ and all, I will never abandon you.
Someone’s smile.
A memory that could never be erased even as the world ‘returned’.
Bang your head. It erodes consciousness.
next.
The one word I just heard rang out again.
-…You’d rather kill me… Please kill me, Prime Minister…
I know he didn’t mean it.
The situation was completely different, and Sullivan himself knew best that the words were not really intended for him.
but.
“…”
It is truly a nightmarish experience.
Precious memories.
By a word spoken by the ‘same target’ that I just heard.
It is covered with the most horrific scene.
-Please.
It was a rainy day.
I remember the horribly destroyed imperial palace.
I also remember the image of a man breathing lightly while being held in his arms.
-Please.
-I’m sorry. I… it hurts so much…
-…Would you rather kill me?
The smell of blood on my hands. The smell of intestines stuck to your feet.
The image of Dowd Campbell asking him to do something like that with a barely made-up smile.
As soon as those memories that were covered in dust on the other side of consciousness were replayed again.
“…Woo-…Woop…-!”
With a tearful face, Sullivan spit out what was inside even more violently.
After a while, the nausea continues even when there is nothing left to vomit.
“…”
To what extent did he continue to do this?
Sullivan, completely exhausted, collapsed on the spot as if collapsing.
“…no. this time…”
A voice mixed with tears came out in vain.
“In this world… no… not…”
Endlessly.
“I can protect it…”
The golden-haired Prime Minister muttered those words as if sobbing.
“I won’t let you die…”
Definitely, I will do that.
Even if it means giving it her all.
Not any devil, not that damned seer, not the emperor, not the pope, no one.
You can’t take Dowd Campbell away from her.
‘…At least, this time.’
Golden magic energy was shining softly in Sullivan’s chest as he repeated that promise while panting.
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fantasy,
