343 340. Those who steal the reason of light and those who steal the reason of stars.txt (2/2)

''That 'immortality' thing!　You can 'flip' the real 'magic (...)' itself with my real 'magic (...)'!　I'll never bring Kanami back to life--!

Sensing that I was about to unleash my true 'magic (...)', Ragne also tried to prepare an equivalent one.

When it comes to this, it's just a matter of 'chanting' speed.

Lagune is about to say the 'chant' of his life before I do.

”Oh, 'The world (you) can't even exist'!　”I'm--......!

But Ragne stammered.

He shuddered and broke off the rest of the story.

I saw that, and I--.

”'I don't need the world's (your) blessing' and 'I--...... ah (...)'

Choking on the 'chanting'.

''I want to save your father,'' the wish to save your father was mixed with an evil thought and the 'Chanting' stopped.

That's how shocking the ”Chant” was for her life.

It is too sad. Moreover, I could see what was on Ragnet's mind as she was unable to compose the third verse.

Ragnet, on the other hand, cried out from the back of his throat to continue.

Desperately, desperately, he tries to spin the poem in a voice that sounds even more painful and painful than mine.

”'I am ......, I am!　I am aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh--!

The only thing that could be heard was a mournful cry.

In the end, neither Lagune nor I had the continuation of the 'chanting' - the third verse of our lives never reached.

However, our mutual [stolen reasoning], which could not become true 'magic (...)', was activated, albeit imperfectly. It's an outburst of magic failure.

Poisons that violate the reason of the world erupted from our bodies, blowing like a great storm and filling this wide sky with it.

Its vast magical power is of two kinds.

The colors are the exact opposite. The white of light and the black of darkness.

Facing me and Ragne, exactly half and half - the world was neatly divided into light and dark.

It was as if there was an invisible wall between us - my side was brighter and Ragne's side was darker.

The rooftop of the Fuzzyards' castle.

Two people in the same place, yet they were in different places.

I could see it.

I am very light at the 'top' of the world and Ragne's 'top' is very dark.

Ragne is alone in a dark place, screaming, ”I am

-- a budding evil thought swells up.

Even though I shouldn't think about it, I wanted to help Ragne.

My consciousness is distracted from the number one priority.

As a result, the two kinds of magic power become intertwined.

My bright realm invades Ragne's darker realm, mixing and blending, and the two kinds of reasoning overlap.

【Riology of Light】 and 【Riology of Stars】 resonate (・・・・), although in a limited way--resonate with each other.

''Kook, ugh--!

To be clear, the 'magic (...)' is already a mess.

Both of them failed, missed their aim, and unleashed their own [stolen logic] with incomplete magic.

The repercussions of that failure assaulted our bodies.

The vast amount of magical power that covered the 'summit' flickers and flickers.

More than a thousand colorless sparks flashed and bloomed in the sky, distorting the world again and again.

Then, the two kinds of magic power completely blended together and became a kind.

It was neither black nor white, neither bright nor dark, but a transparent color of magic power.

It was as if their natures canceled each other out, and there were no more features.

It was night, but the darkness disappeared.

Before I knew it, the wind had stopped and the clouds had stopped.

It was a calm sky that was neither morning nor day nor night.

It was as if the concept of time had disappeared, and the 'summit' was silent.

There was only one moaning voice resounding there.

''Ah, ah, ......--''

Ragne stood alone on the 'summit', her voice leaking out of the back of her throat.

The dark magical power that covered her became transparent. And now, Lagne's figure, covered in scars from the power of her own 'reversal' alone, could be clearly seen.

Ragnet clenched his teeth, furrowed his brow and looked up at the empty void.

He had lost me in this crystal clear 'top'.

'I knew it (・・・・) ......'

Then, realizing something, Ragne nodded once and shed a single tear.

I don't understand the meaning of that.

However, as the feel of the person who used the magic now, I can see what both me and Ragne have suffered (...) again.

'My mom is still ....... And I'm also (...) my mom is ......--

Perhaps now Lagné is--

I suffered the 'reverse' of my 'desire to help'.

Furthermore, I also suffered the magical 'reverse' of 'bringing them back to life', albeit imperfectly.

-- that's why you look so sad.

On the contrary, I--

I suffered the 'reverse' of her 'desire to stop'.

Furthermore, I also suffered the magical 'reverse' of the 'I'm going to kill you', albeit imperfectly.

-- so I'm almost the same. It's just that everyone's thoughts have increased by a kind.

''Ha, ha, ha. So this is my third verse: ......

Ragne's expression was as if he had gotten one of the answers he had been seeking for years.

At the same time, he had already completely lost the light from his eyes.

All of the battle and killing intent had dissipated, and there was no weapon blade in the air or in his hands. There was no more harshness on Ragne's face, and even a smile was floating on his mouth.

'This is the third verse ......, the truth that awaits me in my final days ....... Ah, ah, I am ....... I'm still ....... Ah, I knew it .......

Ragne's tears have not stopped.

There is only one streak of tears, but they keep flowing from her lightless eyes all the time. And she doesn't seem to notice it.

''Ah, ah, ah ....... Aaaaaaah, aaaaah ......--

Finally, Ragne couldn't hold her words, she let out a sob and began to scurry around.

Even though I couldn't understand exactly what had happened in the earlier outburst, I thought I could understand what had happened.

The appearance of Ragne now looks exactly like it did when I once came to life in Hoozeyards Castle.

The feeling of being too empty and sad, too meaningless and funny, of wanting to disappear inexorably and suddenly looking for a place to die. That's the kind of look you get when a doll that was supposed to be just doing what you ordered it to do, but now you're questioning your life.

'--Dark ....... Dark, dark, dark, dark. Why is it so ......--

Ragne continues to mutter words he's heard and back away.

He can't see anything, so he can't move forward and can only run backwards.

'Ragne ......'

Lagne is no longer in a position to fight.

And he is in no condition to have a 'discussion'.

At last, what we had dimly expected has become a reality.

Lagne, like all of us stealers of reason, has fallen to the depths of weakness. It will be an extraordinary feat for him to climb out of it. The 'price' of gaining great power is the same in every era. It's impossible to get out of it alone, and you will never recover your spirit in one day.

'-- Ahh (...)

When I decided that we should resume resuscitation of your father in the present, Ragne let out a cry of joy.

I kept backing away and found the only thing visible in the dark world.

It was the central atrium.

He was about to step out on his own at any moment when he saw the hole.

'La, lagunet!'

I would scream as soon as I could.

Even though I knew there was something I should do first, my body had moved.

I pushed my severely injured body forward, trying to advance on the bloody summit - and

What--?

In the process, the blood on the floor bubbled up and the 'Blood Puppet' appeared in front of me.

Its face was a Noh mask, but I immediately recognized that it was the same species as the 'blood doll' that had saved me in the 'Senate' room earlier.

''You are ......!''

The 'blood puppet' did not respond to my voice, but shook its head to urge me to stop.

Then it turned itself around and ran toward Ragne before me - before anyone else.

Even now, Ragne is about to fall into the stairwell.

This is the moment when his feet leave the ground and his body floats in the air, and he goes straight from the 'top' to the first floor, headlong.

You won't make it in time.

Even if I do, this will only make us fall together. That's what I judged, but the ”Blood Doll” ran through without any hesitation and kicked the bloody ground.

I hugged Ragne from the side and they both fell straight into the atrium.

I belatedly reached the end of the stairwell, gasping for breath.

'Hah, hah, hah ......!

Then he looked into the hole and searched for them.

Ragne and the others were two floors below - forty-eight floors down, and they were caught in the fence.

'Thank goodness for .......'

No matter how much power the 'Stealers of Reason' had gained, if Ragne in the state he was in earlier fell fifty stories, there was a high probability that he would die.

Immediately, the 'Blood Puppet' moved Ragne from the fence to the corridor and shook its shoulders to take notice.

Lagune was in a state of abandonment, but gradually his eyes came into focus. Then, when he saw the presence in front of him, he spoke out.

I don't know what it said. But at the voice, the 'blood puppet' collapsed into shape without any response and disappeared into the ground of blood.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. Same as before. For a few seconds again, Ragne stared at the vanishing trail and looked up.

Then he sees me peeking down from the rooftop atrium, and a light lights up in his eyes.

I wipe a single tear off my cheek, grit my teeth again, and walk away.

However, he doesn't seem to be in the best of shape, and he's going through the fence like I did earlier.

'Or are you heading for the stairs ......?'

He was wobbly, but the wariness was back in Ragne's eyes.

Clearly, having fallen from the 'summit' has given him the vitality to live.

I am astonished to see why.

'Lagne, you are already ....... Only while you are going up will you be .......

Now I understand completely.

Ragnet will continue to search for the top until he dies.

If he realizes there is no top, he will make it, even if it means jumping off the mountain.

I'll keep dreaming of a dream that I know has no end and no meaning.

Lagne himself has said it.

It has become a lagne kaiwokra in itself.

'Oh, ahhhhh ......'

I am acutely aware that my voice cannot reach her because I have seen the depths of Ragne's heart.

The power of that 'reversal' is so strong that she refuses to allow anyone to help her.

No matter how much I tried to explain the nature of 'the best' and 'the dream', she would never understand.

Most critical of all was the 'chanting' I mentioned earlier.

It was only two verses, but the difference in our lives was obvious.

We were leading similar lives, yet the results were as opposite as our guesses.

Even if I encouraged, admonished, or got angry with Ragne - it would only sound like the lightest words of a blessed person.

'Oh ......, father .......'

I knew it, but I'm not the one who can bring my voice to Ragne.

I turn around and walk back to the pedestal where my father is.

Like Ragne, I wobble, but slowly move forward.

Spilling blood and light from the wounds all over my body, I head to bear my father's death 'instead'.