320 317. The thread of "magic" breaks.txt (2/2)

Why Yangtaki's illness can't be cured. Why Saint Tiara gave up. Why the Lord of the Apostles, Noi, will not go to earth.

But I can't stop myself from realizing it anymore.

I'm on the verge of death. Even though he has become strong as a monster, there is a limit to this inhumanity of his life.

My vision is already blurred into a haze.

It's dyed red with blood and doesn't function properly. However, amidst the blurred red, I can only find the outline of my objective.

It's Rastiara.

If I crawl just a little further, Lastiara is just within reach.

My red vision faded slightly.

Tears poured from our eyes without stopping.

We were too much of a clown. I can't stop crying because of the shamefulness and frustration.

I was crying and kept looking at Rastiala.

--And then a question arises.

Could it be that Rastiala already knew ......?

So, oh yeah too (...) .......

Another hopeless guess, and tears well up at the possibility.

It's not just about Rastiara anymore.

Our encounters up to this point, our journeys, our memories, our battles, everything--everything.

Really, Ragne was right.

I know what it's like to want to get up on the stage and kill the actors.

I also understand the feeling of coming to the aid of Rustyala and Nosfi, who were considered to be the 'stage set' for the convenience of the play.

That's why the timing is today.

Ragne must have known that everything would begin with Nosphy's death.

That's why he had to play the game before Nosphy disappeared.

''-- Ah, ah, ah, ah ....... Oh, father ....... It's my fault ......--

I picked up that Nosfi's voice with a ringing in my ears.

Just as I was writhing on the ground, she was also trying to get closer to me. She finally understood what was going on and was trying to reach out her shaking hands to me as I fell, still clinging to my hips.

Seeing that, the last flame is lit.

With that heat, my supposedly dead body regains a small amount of strength, even though my heart isn't beating.

I reach out my remaining left hand to Nosfi.

Never, in an attempt to leave a will that this is not Nosfi's fault--

'Ah, ah, ah ...... no, nos--phy ....... Russ, with Ti--la, ----!

In the process, a blade like a flash of light fell from above his vision.

The left arm that was left behind was severed with a smack.

A sword of magic power must have come flying in from the air.

And it wasn't just one.

More than ten swords attacked, severing not only the arms but also both legs. With the loss of all four limbs and five swords piercing and sewing on my torso, my will was stopped.

Nosfi screams as he sees it in front of him.

She splatters tears and reaches out her right hand towards me, trying to rub against me.

But before I can do so, Nosphy is slashed from behind.

Ragne cut him into a kesa-slice with the 'Treasured Sword of the House of Alais, Rowen'.

Nosufi fell forward.

When he was focused on me, it was another surprise attack from his back.

She's really thorough in attacking from the dead spot.

Ragne approaches me after watching the severely wounded Nosfi get stuck. Naturally, she does it cautiously, little by little. He is truly wary of the monster (me) who tries to move even after his heart is crushed and his life (HP) has been reduced to zero. If I try to scream again, she will stop me not directly, but by sending her magic sword flying. I can clearly see that she has vowed in her heart not to let the last 'chanting' and 'turning into a half corpse' be the only thing she will do.

However, I'm sorry that you are being so cautious, but I don't have any more power.

I don't have any tools to help you.

All I can do is look at Nosfi, who is now looking at me with a gaze that is too low.

Nosfi's mind was completely broken by both physical and mental shock. He collapsed as I did, looking at me with a tear-stained face.

I don't feel like I'm getting the message of my earlier will.

That's to be expected.

It's impossible to convey the message accurately in such a state and in such a short amount of time.

It's not enough.

Not enough words, not enough time, not enough everything.

I want to make my voice heard more.

To Rastiara, to Nosfy.

And to Ragne. I want to tell you what I just realized...

But I can't speak.

I can't deliver anything.

I regret that.

I can't help but regret it.

Unrepentant.

I honestly don't want to die, I really do.

But the flickering vision finally disappears.

I can no longer smell the blood in my nasal cavity, nor can I taste the blood in my mouth.

The remaining sense of touch in my body also disappeared now. In the midst of this disappearance from reality, I still mutter a curse only in my mind.

If I die now, everything will really be ruined. ......

So I don't want to die. Ragne, please ....... I know you're disillusioned with me. It's no wonder you missed it. But it's not good enough. I can't do this. --I don't want to die. I'm still the only one who can do it. So let me try again. This time I'll find out the answer to your question. --I don't want to die, I don't want to die. I'm not going to give you a pathetic answer. I'll fight you. I want to fight. --I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!　I'm not going to die intact. I'll never die. I'll never--!

Not yet.

I haven't given up.

I haven't won yet.

I can still do this.

I'm not--

'Too reluctantly (・・・・・・・) ......'

The last thing I heard was Ragne's voice, which was abhorrent and dismissive.

That and the sound of cold cuts piercing the flesh.

Since I have no sense of touch or pain, I no longer know where I was attacked.

But I do know that it was a stopping blow.

With that, it cut off with a pout.

It is the sound of every function of life being cut off and the continuity of the ego that gives life to life being cut off.

Black vision and metaphysical thoughts were all cut off.

And consciousness is far away.

You end up in the middle of nowhere.

It's vast but choked, everything is dark but infinitely visible.

My fingertips freeze but there is no coldness, and my soul continues to scream, even though there is no body.

The world after death.

I can never go back to the place I came from again.

All that's left is to drift here forever.

Forever, here alone...

-- even though it's supposed to be (・・・・・・), you can hear that sound.

It's the sound of rain pounding on the windows.

It sounds as if a lot of things are falling from very high and are being smashed with a bang.

Tangled in there - the voice of a very nostalgic youtaki (imouto).

The words that I once heard once and only once.

They keep reverberating through the sound of rain.

'--Just me and you (・・・・・・). Just the two of us, let's live together. My brother--

I don't know when I heard it.

I don't even know why I hear it now.

Of course, I don't know what it means, why, or anything else.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

Is this place real or magical?

Original world or another world?

Past or present or future?

Am I dead or alive?

--I don't want to know (・・・・・・・).

That was Aikawa Uzumi's last moments.