Prologue (1/2)
CHAPTER 0: THE DAY OF THE SACRED FLAME FESTIVAL
A single
In theis erected with a person affixed to it by iron chains The raging fla hi executed by fla wind His rilled and his life, snatched away
The spectators erupted in excite and old, men and women, rich and poor, every one of theitation of a crucible Within this spectacle where sanity has vanished, the expressions of no more than three men and women were dyed in a different colour of es
“Oh flame, hurry up and rise into the air! As this is a purification! It is a punishement!”
A single person a a luxurious priest garb and standing upright on a similarly po all eyes to be riveted upon him
“This is the racious saint-like hero! This is an act of a devil! Above all, this is the proof that this e is God’s rage! This is his judgement!”
As he fervently gestured, sweat and saliva were scattered around Nevertheless he spit out words fro scene fanned the agitation; even screa to occur within the roars of the spectators It is a feast of thecroould be exactly like them
There is a little girl overlooking the scenery with a ghastly pale face She is one of the previously mentioned 3 people With a special seat by the , perfectly situated for viewing as it is located at the second story of a building facing the plaza, she is tre able to blink Her body is wrapped in a neat and clean high-grade dress Even the ornaht keeping the perimeter secure
“God, please take a good look at this! And then God shall give us his blessing! The one exposing the scheate this evil man, the princess! The princess who is known to be wise! Bless this worthy woman who stayed resolute despite the loss of her beloved hero!”
As they turned their enthusias a howl, in the direction of the , the little girl made a small leap She was attacked by tremendous dread Her eyes, widened to a perfect circle, beca them to become purplish
“… Su-Such a thing… because of me… ”
Shevoice The voice is weaker than a single drop of water before a great quantity of heat
“Be-Because of me… not… such… ”
There is no one listening There isn’t even a place her voice reaches It is as if she barely ue With a “plop” her legs gave in without the girl being aware of stepping back
“Such… I feel sick… ”
If those words had reached the last person, that personle wo her face pressed onto the stone paving, she is peering up Wearing the attire of a village wo er She even had no trouble using the sword laying close-by
Both pupils of her widely opened eyes were red This didn’t stand out as the whites of her eyes have becoishi+ri gishi+ri at the ti an Oni’s expression, has a natural darkish complexion Her silver hair reflects the colour of the flames She seems to be a descendant of a minority
She was the sole person in this place trying to rescue thekilled by the flames
Her current state was the result of that Unable to aze at the situation in front of her While receiving the tre without rest, her own soul is scorched by this hell-like spectacle
Above the crowd … in therese a visibly black pillar collapses Suddenly cheers of joy erupt A stampede of footsteps erupts Dishevelled hands and feet reat tumult enjoys the le word