203 [3-60] She was crazy




So, in short, you're not going to turn into a dark elf and just die like that?
 I don't mind, because it'll give me some good data.
Not everyone has accepted the idea of becoming a Dark Elf. ......
 I have to lead them ...... as long as I live! I have to lead them .......

 In the middle of the swamp, in the thorny "political prison camp".
 In the middle of the swamp, in a political prison covered with thorns, lying on the floor of woven vines, crucified with thorns, the "Imam" Jibal Maguza, his wrinkled face even more wrinkled, stares at the ceiling and says.

 In the midst of such pain that he didn't even know if he was alive or dead, Jivarmaguza hadn't lost sight of himself.
 If he became a dark elf, his body would adapt to the evil, he would be spared the pain, and he would live forever. But Jivarmaguza had no intention of becoming a Dark Elf.

 Zivarmaguza was a prisoner, but some were allowed to see him. Probably to keep the village together. Killing Jivarmaguza, the leader of the village, would have created a backlash, but keeping him alive would have somehow preserved the form of the village.
 This is what Jivarmaguza himself wants. I don't think I can do anything now, but I have to lead my tribe as a spiritual pillar. And he must be noble to the end so that someone else can inherit his pride. That was Jibal Maguza's last task.

 Beside her, a shamelessly dressed witch crouched down to observe Jivarmaguza.
 She wasn't mocking him, nor was she angry. She was just amused.  

"...... Witch. Over four hundred years ago, in the far south of this continent, there was a war for the survival of the human race.
I know. I was in that war. On the losing side.
Well, ...... we fought, too, .......

 Every time I breathe, my lungs ache as if my veins are being pulled out.
 The evil spirits of Jivarmaguza were barely able to keep him alive, thanks to the suspicious drugs he was given twice a day.
 In the midst of her pain, memories of the distant past kept coming back to her mind.

Many of my comrades-in-arms, who were closer to me than my family, died in the ...... battle.
 Men and women, young and old, ...... even the breath of the gods was by my side, ...... working together as if we were one ...... life, just to survive. ...... we were the world .......

 A single hot tear rolls down Jibal Maguza's cheek, as if an old wound is suddenly aching and burning.

You know what I mean: ......
 You can't change the way you live now. You can't sell your soul. ......
 Whether it's right or wrong is ...... none of my business. ......
Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

 The witch surprisingly nodded with a sigh of sadness.

 I'm not sure.

 It was near the edge of the residential area in the center of the forest.

 The area was sparsely wooded and open, with soft grassland.
 A fresh breeze with a green scent blew through the area from time to time.

 A vine sprouting from the ground formed the shape of a bench with a backrest, on which Krus Salina was sitting.
 Her hair, once a beautiful grass color, had turned white, like that of an old man.
 Dressed in a simple nightgown, not a miko costume, she just stared blankly up at the sky.

"Oh?

 She turned at the sound of Lia Ramirez's footsteps on the grass as she approached her.

Hello. We see each other often.
"...... Yes.

 She smiles and bows to him, and he responds animatedly.

What's your name?
"Riela Milles. ......
Yes, Ms. Liera.

 It was the same question he had asked her yesterday.

 Cruz Salina, who had been so cheerful, suddenly had a questioning look on her face.

"What's your name ......? What did I say ......? My name is .......
"Cruz.

 Riera Milles, a little bitingly, called her name as if to add to her words.

"Cruz Salina. You're Cruz Salina.
"Cruz ......, yes, I'm sure you are.
"What were you doing?
"...... I don't know.

 Krsna looks up at the sky.
 The sky was clear and blue, cutting through the blackness of the trees.

I've been thinking that I need to go somewhere, do something. ...... I've been thinking that I need to go somewhere, do something. ......
 I can't just sit here and ......
 I have to help ...... everyone. I have to protect them. ......
 But ...... how? From what ......?

 Cruz Salina collapsed, clutching her head.

"Cruz!
"I can't ...... get my thoughts ............ out, I can't ......
 Oh, my head! Aaah!


It's okay. I'm fine. Okay?

 Cruz Salina screams, clutching her head and shaking it like an itchy child.
 Lieramires hugged her gently.

There is nothing ...... for you to worry about. It's okay. ...... Don't worry. ......

 It was heartbreakingly sad.
 Cruz Salina no longer understood what the color of Lia Ramirez's skin meant.
 She forgot who she was supposed to be fighting, and yet she was still trying to fight and protect.

 ◇ A plant that is neither ivy nor tree.

 Rene was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of the Sanatorium, which was made up of plants that could not be described as ivy or trees.
 In the meadow below, Cruz Salina and Riela Ramirez are in sight.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I've fulfilled the requirements of the contract, so please accept no returns on this outcome.
"No way. I'm glad you kept your promise to me under those circumstances.
 ...... At the very least, I pray that the time she has left will be a peaceful one.

 The ghost of Saaresaiah hovered beside him, but in the light of day it seemed as thin as if it were transparent.

 She had been cut off from the earth's veins, which had saved her life, but Krsna was already a cripple.
 Her body was damaged, and she didn't know how many more years she could live.
 Rene didn't feel much like inflicting pain and suffering on her, and thought that if he didn't, he would have killed her needlessly, so he let her go and gave her the freedom to live the rest of her life.
 I don't feel sorry for her, but I knew she was another victim of the gods.

The village is ...... No, what will happen to this tribe in the future?
I can't make any guarantees because it depends on the situation.
 I can't guarantee that, because it depends on the situation. I promise that I will be with them when they remember their resentment and anger at being trampled upon. I won't leave them alone to be cut down or consumed.

 I will not be deceitful in my protection.
 At the end of the day, Rene's fight is a fight that stems from his own anger. René knew this well, and he did not want to deceive his allies by blurting it out.
 Rene was determined to make sure that as many people as possible with the same goal (envy) would follow him, and not to neglect those who would follow him. Otherwise, there was no way to defeat a powerful country.

 Saaresaya smiled quietly.
 Is it relief? Even the emotions I could read were too complex to describe.

"Well, I guess it's time to say goodbye.

 With Rene's words, the golden chain entangled the ghost of Saaresaiah, who floated fragilely in the sunlight.
 The thin golden chain that seems to have sprung from Rene's chest is not real, but an illusion visible only to the soul. It was proof of Rene's complete capture of Saaresaiah's soul.

 A lukewarm wind swirled around Rene.
 The pull of the soul like a black hole.
 It's a manifestation of Rene's power to eat souls, decompose them and use them for his own sustenance.

"Anything left to say?
"...... Yes. Then there's just one thing: .......

 In the face of not just death, but annihilation, with the soul-eating wind torturing her hair, Saaresaiah is calm.
 She looked at Rene with an all-seeing eye.

Get a friend you can trust. That's probably what you're missing.
"What ......?

 I'm sure that's what you're missing.

 --What do you have to say to ...... me?

 A trustworthy companion.
 At the very least, I do not believe that those who are currently in senior positions will betray us so easily.
 In the first place, Rene has the ability to "sense emotions" and is able to detect if his friends are harboring hostile or rebellious intentions. So there is no need to believe or doubt. ......

 That's why it's a blind spot.
 It's not that you can't do it, but you can.

 --But ......, so what?

 He thought it would be enough to create a structure that is linked by profit and purpose, and to have people trust the organization's way of being, rather than vague and unreliable relationships of trust between individuals, since they would be committing evil acts with impunity.
 He had succeeded in doing so, and he had the cooperation of the elves.

 If you're worried about Rene personally, you're talking out of your ass.
 He should be hated even by his own people.
 Who am I to believe? Who am I supposed to believe?
 Even if someone liked Rene, wouldn't that be nothing more than unreliable sympathy, like a building on sand?

 Rene suddenly remembered that Saaresaya, though she looked young, was an elf, and had lived more than three hundred years, much older than himself. This is what she said in the last days of her life.
 Saaresaya speaks no more.
 Her form collapsing, she danced in the wind and flew into René.

"Oh, ......!

 Renai flinched from the shock.
 It was as if a hole had been drilled into his chest and hot, liquid lead had been poured in.

"Heavy ......, this is the biggest one ever. I'll probably sleep for a week or so until I get used to it. ......

 With a sense of buoyant elation, I felt hot all over as if I had a fever. It should be an undead body with almost no body heat.
 The reaction was due to the fact that he had eaten her soul. It took some time for this powerful force to adjust to Rene's soul, and Rene was in pain proportional to the size of the soul he had eaten.

 Rene turned on his heel to find someplace safe to rest, and before he knew it, a small black thing was there.

"Meow.
"Oh, Miarandze. What's wrong?


"Nnngh. ......

 A black cat came by and lay down on the back of Rene's legs, showing its belly.

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 The story goes that the forest is full of evil life force, and they are going to let him recuperate and get back to normal, but at present he is just a cat, wandering around Rene and Everis rather freely.

 As he rubs his back against Rene's leg, Miaranse looks up at Rene with amber eyes.
 It seems that his mind is at the level of a cat at the moment.

"Hey. You can't walk.
Oh.
You can't walk at all. ......

 Rene has no choice but to pick up the black cat and walk away.
 Miaranse was left to her own devices, purring and mewling.