340 337. Immortality.txt (1/2)

-- I heard that 'I have to become a saint tiara'. But I didn't hear that 'I dream of being a saint tiara'!　I've never heard of--！！！！

The cry roared at the moment when many of the attendees lined up and I, a nameless man, was about to leave the world.

The cathedral where I spent three years. A room made of cold stone. A ceremonial altar at the far end of the room. Carved stone pillars and walls. The morning sun shining through the windows.

The pale light swelled and filled - knights, priests, guests of honor, everyone saw him as he appeared.

They looked at him as if he were a weapon, wondering who would insult this solemn ceremony.

But Kanami didn't mind at all, walking slowly, step by step, across the blood-red carpet.

There was only one thing Kanami was looking at.

I was the only one who was looking at him.

He was coming straight at me, straight at me.

I know what that means to me.

I've always wanted it to happen, and I've asked him to do it.

Because the truth is, it's always been painful.

The truth is, I've always been afraid.

The truth is, it's been hard for me.

I kept thinking that I didn't really want to die.

I really hoped that if the world said I wasn't the main character, and Tiara was the main character - that my main character would come to rescue me one day.

I've been waiting for my name to be called here, not the saint Tiara.

I've been waiting for the word for a long time.

'Answer me here, Rastiara!　Your real dream, plain and simple!

'Don't worry, the 'deal' isn't over!　If you tell me that all of this stuff is a hindrance to your dream, then I'm going to destroy it all!　The price just has to come back to me!

His hand was extended towards me, along with the name Rastiara.

That's when my story must have begun.

Thanks to Kanami, I was saved.

Rustyala Foods Ya'll is alive today because of Aikawa Kanami.

So (...), I am Kanami (・・・・・・)--.

-- So (...), I want to save your father (・・・・・・・・・) and give him (・・・・).

'Well, it's ......--'

My thoughts mingle with each other.

Aided by the memory of that Rustyala, his strength as 'the one who steals the reason for the light' increases and he raises his face, which is about to turn over.

There is a long way to go. There are still more than ten floors to go.

I let a single voice pass through my pain-riddled head, ”Walk,” and let my feet move forward.

My reason for being able to move in my dead body is simple.

Right now, I'm carrying Rastiara's thoughts 'instead'.

I am entrusted with the wish to save your father.

That's why I can't die and I can't stand still.

I know one more cool thing about your father from Rastiara's thoughts, and I smile thinly - I go up the blood-soaked stairs. From the thirty-eight floors to the thirty-nine floors, to the forty floors--

-Oh!

On the way, regardless of my will, my body almost collapsed.

I try to support my body with the 'Flag of Light' and realize that I can't even maintain the 'Light Rod' anymore.

Quickly, I grab the railing next to the stairs and hold on to it.

When I look at the back of my hand gripping the railing, I see that there was no more skin left on it.

All the time, I've been 'replacing' the slashes of the battlefield, recovering and repeating the process.

Every time the flesh left, the flesh stuck together. Every time the flesh crumbled, he adjusted the flesh. As a result of that reckless act, it seemed that the skin could no longer be repaired.

The discolored red and black flesh was exposed.

Naturally, there were raw wounds on that skinless hand as well, and the blood continued to flow.

I shift my gaze from the back of my hand to my feet. I was slow to notice due to the surrounding situation, but an unusual amount of blood was flowing out of the wounds all over his body.

Apparently, the loss of too much blood had nearly caused me to collapse.

As soon as I confirmed this, my flashing vision turned gray.

It even loses its color and turns completely black.

Suddenly I want to sleep.

I'm about to lose consciousness.

I knew that feeling.

I (Nosfi) don't know. I don't know it, but 'I' know it well.

It's a thought that I inherited from Dia.

The first time 'Diablo Sith' was saved by 'Aikawa Uzumi'.

As long as I have memories of the time I was saved by his words, admired his appearance, and pulled by his hand--.

--Hey, are you awake?

That day when that magical snow (Tear-Ray) fell.

That one word pulled me back from my distant consciousness.

When I was no longer me, Kanami grabbed 'me' by the hand and pulled me up.

I had been abandoned by my parents and had lost my place in the world.

They asked me to be an apostle, and I responded by being an apostle, and the apostle took everything from me.

There is no one around me anymore but the enemy who uses me. So I kept running and running and running and running, and there - I arrived at the Maze Confederacy Valt.

But by the time I arrived there, my mind was already at its limit.

I couldn't find any meaning in my life until today. For the sake of the world, for the sake of others, to save the suffering people. I've spent my whole life working for someone else, working for someone else, but no one is there for me when I'm in pain. No one is going to save me.

I challenged the labyrinth as a swordsman to escape from being an apostle. But it was only a task that made me painfully aware that I was nothing more than an apostle. Fighting with a single sword, I nearly died many times. As an explorer, I was, quite frankly, not needed by anyone.

It's as if, as a non-apostle, I had no value in life.

I felt as if the world was telling me that.

Just when these thoughts were going through my head, I met Kanami.

Dying, freezing, starving, cowering, on the verge of letting out my weaknesses - Kanami was standing beside me. She gave me a warm voice and food, and before I knew it, we were going to challenge the labyrinth together.

I rejoice in my first companion and let my first tone of voice come out of my mouth for the first time.

'--Then we can start tomorrow!

Yeah, sure. My name is Christ Eurasia. Feel free to call me Christ.

I was happy.

For the first time, I felt like someone was holding my hand.

'All right. My name is Dia, and I don't have a last name. It's just Dear, so call me by my last name.

I said the lines from an old heroic tale I read a long time ago, right out of my mouth.

I think it wasn't an apostle, it was the beginning of a new me.

My story was finally starting to take off, or so I thought.

There's no doubt about it.

The only reason I am alive now without losing me is because of Kanami.

She never gave up on me as a swordsman.

When I ran away, when I was in pain, when I almost closed my eyes to die, she was there for me.

She was there for me. So (...), 'I (..)' to Kanami (・・・・・)--.

-- So (...), I want to repay your father (・・・・・・) for his kindness (・・・・・・).

Thanks to the thought that Dia-san entrusted me with, I pull back my consciousness that almost jumped.

I regain my nearly darkened vision.

Then I look at the back of my hand again.

There was no more red and black flesh there.

It was stained with a color as white as light.

However, it was no longer human.

As far as I could see from my reclaimed vision, the skin of a monster - no, the scales of a snake covered my hand.

The white scales were trying to stop the bleeding and prolong my life.

With its white right hand, I walked up the stairs, following the railing.

On the way, I place my left hand on the abdomen where it hurts the most, trying to reduce the blood spilling from my body as much as possible.

It was the moment my intestines were about to slide out of the gaping wound. In a panic, I put my intestines back inside my body and put pressure on my hands as well as my legs to prevent other organs from falling out.

I no longer refused to 'turn into a half corpse'.

I have a wish to fulfill, even in the disfigured form of a monster.

The wound in my abdomen is closed up by the discolored flesh of the monster, not the red flesh of a human.

But soon again, the wounds that I bear in place of the 'replacement' of the battlefield will tear the monster's flesh as well.

Even if it 'turned into a half corpse', it would only begin to repeat the process of being slashed up again and recovering. As long as he avoided death, the pain would on the contrary accumulate.

The pain has already exceeded the pain.

Even if my body doesn't fall apart, my mind is going to fall apart.

My mind is neither pure white nor pure black; it is filled with nothing but inhuman screams. I can't even think a proper language anymore. It's hard to perceive the information in my vision.

What I see now is the stairs and blood.

I see stairs and blood.

Blood, blood, blood, blood. The blood is so much that it's making me feel like I'm going crazy.

You have a vision of your bloody body melting into the bloody stairs.

It's bad enough that there's so much blood, and I have a great idea to reduce it by sipping blood. But I soon find myself lost in the blood, and I move through the blood again. Up and down, right and left, there's blood everywhere. Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood--

The madness of blood nearly overtakes your mind.

But I can handle it.

I have our thoughts.

It's a thought that I inherited from Maria.

When 'Maria' was saved by 'Aikawa Uzumi' for the first time.

As long as I have memories of being saved by her words, longing for her figure, and being pulled by her hand--.

--If Maria's alone, I'm alone. Because I'm the only one in the world. I'm the only foreign body in the world.

It was a hell surrounded by bright red flames.