Chapter 167 - I Want to Tell You (1) (1/2)
The feeling of consciousness assimilating with the butterfly.
What I want to do, what I can do, what I want, and what I don’t want.
The butterfly flapped its wings and created a breeze with the answers that are instantly derived.
A clean, clear, unadulterated, pure wind.
All of it responded to me through the butterflies.
Come on, blow.
Let it blow wildly.
Run through the sky, race through the earth.
Swirl and swallow everything.
“What?”
I heard Clay’s startled voice.
“What’s this?”
Alba’s curious voice reached my ears.
A bunch of wind, calm at first, then gaining momentum, then raging.
The wind storm around me turned into a tornado.
“Impossible! This is that woman’s!”
I raised my right hand and held up my index finger as I heard Clay’s cry.
“Gather round, wind.”
At the sound of his voice, the tornado compressed at once.
The storm, now shaped like a green sword, settled in my hands.
“Seraphy’s will is here.”
“Let’s play again with Kunpei.”
“Let us give life to this world.”
“Under the will of the first dragon.”
“Let’s give life to the world.”
The butterflies that filled my field of vision flapped their wings in unison and surrounded my sword.
“Get lost.”
That’s right.
I don’t need this snake.
It’s a bad guy who will hurt me and everything I care about.
I’d be better off without it.
Then I’d better make it go away.
“Ah!”
Clay wriggled his long, thin body away from me.
I took one look at the silver moon shining above and exhaled.
I then swung the sword down.
“No! That’s not good!”
A vortex of wind was unleashed from the tip of the sword.
It was a tornado that moved at my will.
No matter how much Clay tries to escape, I will never let him get away.
“No! That’s not something you can handle! Come to your senses!”
Alba screamed desperately, clinging to my chest.
It’s okay.
It’s going to be okay.
“It’s the primordial wind that started the world! It is a pure thing that brought the seeds of life to the world! Touch it with a human vessel, and it will suck the life out of you!”
I’m not sure what you’re talking about.
It sounds serious, but don’t worry.
I’ll get rid of that snake.
“Damn it! What the hell is going on here? Why is that woman’s technique still!”
The tornado continued to chase Clay as he flew away at a high rate of speed.
Blocking the escape route, getting ahead of it, sometimes splitting, sometimes merging, slowly taking away the snake’s escape.
“Haha.”
A smile appeared on my face.
I don’t know why, but I’m really enjoying this.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Watching that snake run away was very entertaining.
“Unsightly snake.”
“Miserable snake.”
“Ravenous snake.”
“Lonely snake.”
“Think of Seraphy’s pain.”
“Think of Seraphy’s tears.”
“Think of our anger.”
That’s right. That snake must be punished.
He must pay for the butterflies’ hatred, anger, and sorrow.
“Ahahaha! Hahaha! You shall have your retribution! Clay End!”
“No! Do not be swallowed by the will of the butterflies! You must wake up!”
My high-pitched laugh coincided with Alba’s scream.
I can’t listen.
No matter how much you ask, I can’t hear that, Alba.
Alba?
I don’t know who Alba is.
What’s this rat getting so worked up about?
Huh?
What am I doing here?
Me?
Who am I?
“Hahaha! Hahahaha!
“For God’s sake, come to your senses! You’ve got a lot of people waiting for you! Jaja, Nana, your brother, your father! Aoi and that girl with the glasses are waiting for you to come back! Hildegarde was hoping this wouldn’t happen to you! She even gave up her human form to fight for you and your brother in that hellhole!”
Jaja and Nana?
Oh, those are very nice-sounding names.
Just hearing those words makes my heart beat faster.
Aoi, Aoinoun?
Who’s Aoinoun?
I’ve heard of her.
I think she was very kind, hardworking, and healthy.
She was the girl who told me she loved me.
“Ggh!”
It hurts.
My head hurts.
My chest hurts!
My back! My legs! My arms!
“Ah, gaaaaaahhhhh!”
It’s burning! It’s numbing! It’s like I’m being ripped apart!
It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
“Aaaaahhhh!”
“Whoa!”
The wind that was separated from my will split apart, unable to retain its form.
“This is! Clay! If you don’t want to be wiped out, give me a hand!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”