Vol 4 Chapter 21 (1/2)
CHAPTER: RUSTY FRIVOLOUS WOMAN – PART 1
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Lascall Othello
Everyone in the Indulging God Cult, including Alme, knew that name
So as Lascall Othello? Almost everyone in the Cult did not know
Was Lascall a man or a woman? Was it their na anything at all? Were they an individual or several people? Did they exist or not?
Everyone knew and didn’t know That was Lascall Othello
When she was aGod Cult, Alme asked her allies about Lascall
There was the man named Winkeny He was a warrior, but didn’t have any battle power He was an odd man who shaved his head with a razor every day
“Lascall Othello?”
“Yeah Know about him?”
Winkeny crossed his arht for a while
“I heard that naot into the Cult I reive nized by Lascall Othello”
There was theability, but his thoughts were shallow He was a man often sneered upon by his peers
“Lascall Othello, huh? I know about him”
“Who is he?”
“So God Cult”
“How does he protect it?”
“As for that, I have no clue”
She tried asking the man called Boramot He was the servant of Ganbanzel, the True Man who raised a monster He once also served as Alme and Winkeny’s instructor
“I don’t really know about him And I have no reason to answer you”
“Why?”
“Because Ganbanzel-sama said so Everyone who chases after Lascall Othello dies”
“What does that mean?”
“Don’t ask that either If I’ll become involved in that I will probably not live”
Everyone knew, but no-one knew That was Lascall Othello
Was he the Cult’s ally? If he hy did nobody know of his identity? Did he actually exist in the first place? Al
But, one thing she did know He was undoubtedly her enemy
That was because Cigal Crukessa was killed by Lascall
Al, but she could seesewage leaking to the surface With each step, more water soaked into her shoes
Al God Cult she killed earlier as they were
Let alone hiding the murder, she didn’t even throay the bodies She of course kneould turn into quite the fuss after a while
Al
“…”
She looked up above She could faintly hear the sounds of a violin She took notice of a light co’s second floor
She kicked the ground and leaped By kicking the wall, she ju the apartment’s ith a kick, she broke inside
“Wh, wh…”
Inside the apart aparted to some artist with a name He was probably a street performer or part of an orchestra
The man rolled off his chair at the sudden situation
Alme pulled out her sword before the man could yell She didn’t even wipe the blood off of it after having just killed some people It was covered in hair, skin and pieces of meat
Having seen the sword, the man’s face became frozen
“M-my money is at the bottom cupboard…”
He pointed towards his cupboard He probably thought Al at the cupboard, she pointed her sword at the man
“Play”
“W-wh…”
“Play”
“…Play?”
The violin player picked up his bowstring, shaking He re-sat on his chair and inquired Alme
“What do I…?”
“Play whatever you like”
Saying so, she brought the sword closer to the man
“…Then I’ll play ‘The Wharf’”
The violinist began playing the the of an old silent movie Alme quietly listened to it
TheAround the ti’s climax for the first time, Alme moved
The man couldn’t even react Her sword swept sideways and cut through the bones of his neck
“A rotten tone that was”
Al down the man’s body as it sprayed water like a fountain
ThisShe only killed because she wanted to
The Indulging God Cult was said to be an abhorrent, evil cult Even in it, the number of people who senselessly killed people like Alme was small Certainly they would kill countless of people for their goals; but there were aloal The exceptions were Alme and once also Enlike
“I’ll show you how it’s done”
Telling so to theThe hand that held the sword earlier used co touched the violin
“…’The Wharf’”
The tone of the violin was now clearly more beautiful than that of its previous owner Her technique was probably above that of thedifferent in the music itself
The tone was repulsive and sad to the extent it didn’t seem like it was the same melody If there was an audience there, they would undoubtedly shi+ver
“…”
Tears came to Alme’s eyes
She once played this s he liked
“Your music is as beautiful as it is evil”
The Cigal of days past thus praised Al
The instant theher cheeks and down the floor Cigal was the only person who understood her
He was no longer in this world This er anyone in the world that could understand Alme’s heart
The unforgettable September of 1914 Alme was inside one hideout at the Ismo Republic A modest feast was held inside
The ones attending were the executives who ed the False Men Their lineup was varied – famed businessmen, bosses of the underworld, associates froency, famous politicians and even Zatoh, the man who called himself Ganbanzel’s Monster
This feast, hidden from the public, was held to commemorate the anticipated death of Hamyuts Meseta
“Cigal-sa us no honor”
Said the commander of the combat forces
“I do not mind If Hamyuts kicks the bucket, I only need to kill the rest”
The Monster Zatoh answered
“Really, we should be grateful for Cigal Not only for killing Haon Pneumonia to hold the world in our hands”
Al, her job was guarding the area with her Sensory Threads