446 442. The Trial of "The Stealer of Blood".txt (2/2)

''-- unagi■ blood■ blood■ ghost■ zaa■, ■■ blood■ gigi■ blood■ ■■ worm■ devour■. It's different blood. ...... It's different (・・・・・). Now, you are the Fania itself. So there's no need for you to cry about it. As long as you are there, that's already the religion, the science, the hope--'

What hadn't been reached a thousand years ago was finally about to be delivered.

”--Because, unlike me, you are a very 'strong person'. Someone like that Tiara-sama, who can keep moving forward and forward. Please use this power of mine, use it as a stepping stone, use it as a cornerstone, and head towards the future--

Helmina tries to push her own apprentice back.

But it never arrives. It's all too late. After all, all Fafner hears now is the sound of an incomprehensible, insane voice. Hence, all that came back was a lament, question upon question.

'Ah, aha, aha, ....... Why, why ......?　Why?　Why can't the world be saved?　How is it that you can't be saved like this: ......?

I can't get through.

Fafner was saddened by what sounded like the person he loved was only looking for salvation.

Seeing the disciple, Helmina is forced to realize her mistake. She mourns and grieves just as Fafner did.

'Oh, aha, aha ......, aha ....... I'm sorry, there was so much more for me to tell you ....... And yet, I only thought about my salvation and not about 'your world' at all. I can't believe that you needed me to be like this: ....... That you would cry for such a disgusting and worst researcher (me). ......!'

Helmina also begins to 'regret' herself for not understanding the feelings of the person she loves.

But it's also too late. Recovering decent feelings now would only increase the despair. The 'blood-stealer' transformation that was supposed to be atonement and salvation was only becoming hell in the truest sense of the word.

The inexhaustible flow of blood from the skin beneath Helmina's peeling skin supplied the earth with an inexhaustible stream of blood. Fafner, who witnesses it, is also enveloped in despair and clings to the religious book.

But please don't give up, Helmina-san ....... There is still salvation. One day, that 'great savior (Magna Messiah)' will come to save you. So, until then, never give up on your heart: ......

Fafner took the ”Scripture” of the ”Monumental White Faith” and gave the words ”The Great Messiah (Magna Messiah)”. When he heard that, heat lit up in Hermina's soul. She let out a voice that was squeezed out of her soul, trying not to make a mistake just there.

'Mr. Fafner, that's the only difference ......!　When I met you, I was saved. When you told me that day that you would be the hope for the 'demons' who were sacrificed, my life was saved!　Without a doubt, you were the 'savior' of 'my world'!　...... Oh, yes. It was. The 'Great Savior' (Magna Messiah) I've been looking for all along was you!　That's what I should have told you at the end of the day: ......, and yet ......!

Helmina realized her own failure and continued to tell Fafner, 'Don't cry anymore ......', but her voice was not heard. Again and again, she hoped that her voice would be heard, over and over again. But it never reaches her, so at the end, Helmina prays.

She moved her gaze from Fafner, who had dipped her hair in a pool of blood, up a bit.

To the pitch-black, empty space, not wishing, but praying--.

'Oh, God ....... If ......, if you're really there, if you're really there--'

”-- 'I swear I will atone for all my sins (・・・・・・・) (・・・・・・), even if it's the end of the world (・・・・・・・) (・・・・・・・・)' --

When I prayed to God, the 'answer' came back from the air where no one should be.

Of course, the one who answered was Kanami, the 'one who steals the reason for the dimension', a thousand years later.

A thousand years ago and a thousand years later.

The two dimensions overlapped, and Helmina's last prayer was delivered word for word without any difference. Kanami responds to it with 'chanting'.

' -- 'Let me save (・・・・・・) everyone (・・・・・・)' --

Now, with all the strength I can muster.

Kanami, the one who steals the reason of dimension, reaches out to save the souls that cannot be saved.

''--Magic (...) ”Dimensional Decisive Operation (Dimension Graduate) ”Revive

To draw a better final page, that real 'magic' is set in motion.

--and fits (...).

The 'Helmina Neisha of a thousand years ago' who is supposed to be seeing God in the air of nothingness.

The 'Fafner Helvirshine of a thousand years later' who is just reading about the irretrievable past.

Their gazes, which should have been misaligned, meet through Kanami's 'magic' (...).

Ah, ah, ah .......

But it doesn't speak well.

We now know the true meaning of the true ”magic” of the ”stealer of dimensional reason”.

Now, the gap has been corrected. It's because I understood that a single word can overcome time and fate to reach you that I can't find the words to say.

If one word arrives, what should I say to Helmina-san?

Want to save Ms. Helmina......?

But she has already been saved.

Helmina likes ......?

But I can already tell you that I love you.

I want to continue to be with you ......?

It's just that the meaning of the word ”together” is not with her.

I was troubled by the one word I had to tell her - and what came to my mind was the 'daily life' that I spent with Hermina-san in Fania.

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

The 'answer' has already been given.

All of the conversations we've had with Kanami up to this point have been a ”mirror” reflecting me.

Through Kanami, I saw the good times between me and Helmina.

The fun days of Helmina and I.

It's a good thing that you can't get away with anything but 'happiness'.

”Helmina ......, Ms. ......

When I was a little girl, I admired Helmina and walked around behind her.

We were on different paths, but I worked hard at my studies, hoping that one day we would stand side by side. She taught me many things: theology, literature, history, folklore and biology. We talked a lot together in the same room.

Along the way, there were many hardships, such as the ”witchcraft” experiment.

But I overcame all those hardships. And I was able to stand on par with Helmina-san. We worked together, drawing on each other's strengths. Sometimes we would debate without sleeping to share our knowledge with each other.

Every second of that was fun for me. ......

It was really fun and 'happy' .......

I truly believe that.

That's why I want to make sure.

The word for that naturally fell out of my mouth.

'My story is ......, did you have fun ......?'

I asked him if the 'fun' wasn't off.

Definitely, I was (...) having fun.

But what about Helmina-san, I wondered?

In response to that question, she--.

”-- it was fun,

Helmina replied to the empty space.

Her innate faith made her believe in that 'miracle' even though it was a thousand years ago.

Believing that her voice will one day reach them like 'magic', Helmina tells them.

'I loved research. So it was really fun and a very 'happy' time to connect knowledge with you--

From the side, they would both be talking to themselves.

It would be a crazy conversation that no one could understand.

But even so, now, it is true that 'Helmina Neysha from a thousand years ago' and 'Fafner Helvilshain from a thousand years later' had a conversation.

The feeling was mutual.

It turns out that even though there were many gaps between the two of us, we had the same sense of enjoyment in our studies.

-- research was fun. And with me, it was even more so because it was with me.

I could see that, too, and the blood in my body was boiling.

It was a boil of joyful blood.

Of course, it wouldn't be the kind of 'happiness' that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

But it was more than enough 'happiness' to drown out the 'insecurity' that had been hanging over me for so long.

'Me too ......, it was fun ....... I had a lot of fun talking with you, and it was a lot of fun talking with you. Thank you so much, Helmina, .......

”--yes. I'm the one--, there is-- and ----.

The time that we met was a moment.

Mr. Helmina quickly lost sight of me.

And then, in a world a thousand years ago, she began to face my grief of the past.

But then, things had changed a bit. Even if it was in hell, Helmina-san seemed to have regained her 'happiness' for sure.

'Oh, ......'

It was a moment, really.

It was just a little bit of hope.

But the strength drained from his entire body.

With the weakness, my knees collapsed.

I fell on my buttocks and looked up at the heavens.

My breath was warm.

Me and Helmina-san were two people who really didn't get along.

But that fun feeling was the only thing we had in common.

It was a common feeling we both had.

I just knew it.

Nothing else has changed.

But the voice I kept pretending (...) to hear was definitely this one.

I move my body with no effort and slowly remove my gaze from Helmina-san.

On the way, I heard the past me speak to Helmina-san, who was submerged in a pool of blood.

”Not yet. I haven't had enough 'trials' for me yet. -- it says in this scripture. Chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the fruits of hope. They will always leave you with proof that you've moved on to tomorrow.' So, go to ......!

Really, that's the wrong answer.

The whole ”ordeal” thing ended a long time ago.

I was the symbol of hope.

I was the proof that we are moving on to tomorrow.

I was the savior of Helmina's life.

When I acknowledged this, the transparent limbs that are characteristic of ghosts faded further.

The magic power that has been bubbling up from the depths of my stomach since the day I was transformed into a 'demon' finally stagnates.

You can feel the blood in your body evaporating and your flesh unraveling and being transformed into particles of magic power.

Your regrets disappear.

At the same time, the technique of ”Elixir of Life” is also released.

A thousand years ago, this was just a hypothetical rule.

The body held together by the unrepentant can only disappear when it is fulfilled. That rule is now being tested by my own body.

--I'm going to have to say that I understand the ”happiness” of the person I love.

So the narrator, Kanami, reads the last page.

'Indeed, the 'your world' of a thousand years ago was not saved, and cannot be saved again. There is no point in saving the 'world of your descendants' a thousand years after this one. -- only that it was properly saved. 'Helmina-san's World' was already saved a thousand years ago.

I was saved by me.

So, I didn't need a representative of the One Who Steals the Truth of Blood.

I didn't even need to find the Great Savior (Magna Messiah).

'Yes ....... It was already all done, so .......

And so it is told by me, too, and ”The Story of Fania” comes to an end.

--Kanami closes the book, ”The One Who Stole the Reason of the Dimension”.

The book has passed the last page.

It closes, and the scenes (pages) from ”The Goddess Vault” from a thousand years ago disappear like a fog.

Instead, the scene (page) of ”The Goddess Vault” from a thousand years later remains.

It's a beautiful room.

No more blood.

Neatly liquidated and cleaned out, there's nothing left.

No, I had collected all the blood.

Everything, including things that fit and things that were out of alignment.

As compensation for that luxury, my flesh and blood has been converted into magical particles and is about to return to the world.

At last, when I was about to make up my mind that my long life is over

'It's perfect. I've seen the trick somewhere, but this is a victory for the guru.

The cleaner, holding hands with Kanami, muttered.

Then she, who had been watching us the whole time, slowly begins to move.

She removes her hand from Kanami next to her and speaks while receiving the 'History Book of Fania' in exchange for handing over the magic stone of the Apostle Sith.

'...... cleaner, there is no victory or defeat. It's just that it's over.

Either way, it's a start.

Here's a link to ......?

Now, the cleaner said, from here.

I wondered what that meant, when the cleaner, holding The History of Fania in his hand, approached me.

Reaching out a skinless hand towards me, he calls out.

”--”Neil,

I didn't understand it right away.

Perhaps a name.

It's a name that shouldn't belong to anyone here: ......

The cleaner smiles ”happily” at me.

As he says the name, he grabs my hand as I try to disappear.