Silvery hair touched the air of Jail Bella. The place smelled of rotten food, Kalia thought. It had the name of a burial.

　It was gloomy, the smell of blood was thicker than the smell of death, and it caused people to have bad imaginations.

　This is no longer just a stain. The prison itself is now imbued with smells and delusions.

　The only way to make it all go away would be to smash the whole building.

"Why did the Garlist soldiers retreat? Are the elven soldiers such a threat to them?

　Said Fialaert, shaking her dark hair beside her. Perhaps he was even skeptical of his own words. There was obvious confusion on his face.

　And rightly so. An untrained soldier might be afraid of the name "elf" and lose the will to fight.

　But not the soldiers led by Valerie Brightnes, the girl in the magic armor. She was definitely the elite of the elite. They were fighting for the sake of fighting, including Valerie.

　They may be scared, but they never lose their will to fight. They may be afraid, but they will not turn their backs. Kalia knows this well.

　So if they're retreating... It's something else.

There was something else. Something that Valerie the Watcher had to go to. Something that made Valerie the Watcher have to go herself.

　Kalia said with a smile on her face. Her lips parted in a small pout.

　Karia thinks that Lugis must know that something. 　He's been like that for a long time, since the day we met.

　He speaks and moves as if he can see through all of us. He acts as if it's natural. He seems to trust you, but he won't tell you the important things.

　Abominable. What do you have to hide now? Are you saying you don't have much faith in me? No matter what you know, you can't change your mind.

　That's an undeniable fact. If Lugis were to spill out everything in his heart, whatever it was, Kalia would accept it all with glee.

　--Yeah, but... But he won't tell us anything. He came here without telling us where he was going. How many times has this happened? It's ridiculous to even count. I can't stand it.

　Kalia snaps her sharp canines. The frustration building up in her chest threatened to flood her skin. Her fingertips shook again and again, as if in spasm. The black and scarlet sword at her waist roared in response to Kalia's emotions.

　Although he doesn't show it in his attitude, Fialat is no different from Caria in his feelings. He swallows his passions and settles them in his stomach. His eyes shine with a piercing light as he holds his emotions like mud.

　If Kalia was a sharpened blade, then Fialat was a powder keg. He quietly shoved everything down his throat, but... But if anything, anything at all, it would all burst. That's what it looked like.

　At the end of the prison, at the top of the watchtower, Kalia tapped lightly on the door. There was no need to do so, but it seemed impolite to open the door without knocking.

　From inside, Erdis, Queen of the Elves, called out, "Come in. Apparently, nothing had happened while she had been performing her duties. She adjusted her expression slightly and stepped into the room at his urging.

Did you come to visit me at ......? Or can I leave now?

　Almost as soon as I entered the room. I'm not sure. Kalia responded with a thin line down her cheek. A slight flutter in her throat.

　Oh, how lovely it is to know that whenever you go there, your loved one is there.

"You talk in your dreams, Lugis. If it were true, I would not even allow you to leave my sight.

　And that's the extent of the wound.

And that's a lot of scars. You don't want to get out of here unprotected. ...... Oh, and by the way, it looks like some people have made it to the far, far away prison despite being badly injured.

　In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. The way he looks at her, he seems to be feeling unusually guilty.

　I've done something wrong. I've made a bad choice. At least that's what Lugis believes now, Kalia is sure of it.

　That's why he's willing to accept the current near-binding situation. He has agreed to stay in the room until his body is fully healed, and to stay within the scope of what we can see.

　It was all guilt, so...

　His face was hot, and Kalia felt her cheeks relax unconsciously. Yes, now he's showing weakness. His body is exhausted and he has to rely on us.



　Then I want to entangle his mind while I still can. I want to take control of his thoughts and remind him that I have to be there, that it's only natural for me to be there. No, that's the way it should be.

　Erdis, looking at Lugis lying on the bed with his shoulders cowering, rolled up the book in his hand and said. The blue-eyed man smiles as he collapses.

You have to accept this, Lugis. You can't have everything at your disposal.

　I'm sure Fialaat and Erdis are thinking the same thing. Kalia understands that Fialaert and Elddis are probably thinking the same thing.

　You and they already have a kind of distortion. Something deeper than distortion.

　And none of them are willing to leave it behind.

　Kalia sat down beside Lugis, leaned over and said.

"And I've been representing you in the prison. I've done what I wanted. What more could you want?

　As he said this, he looked at Lugis' profile and said with a sigh, "Nothing.

　Kalia lightly touched Lugis's arm, which was still lying on the bed. The fresh wound was still visible, but before that, Kalia felt something.

　It's blood. The circulation of blood itself. It runs through Rougis' body at the same time as his breathing and heartbeat.

　Kalia lets out a relieved sigh of relief. I understood. Right now, her own blood is clearly increasing its influence within Lugis' body.

　Blood mating. The act in Flimsulat. On those occasions, Caria poured a great deal of blood into Lugis. Originally, they were only ritualistic.

　But not now. Now, indeed, that blood is breathing in Lugis. It's making sense.

　There are many meanings, but Kalia thinks of only one. I just want to be with you.

　Kalia thinks. I'm no longer purely human. I've become a Titan, a race that only exists in mythology. That's what her instincts tell her.

　Of course, I don't regret it one bit. If I hadn't done this at Flimsulat, perhaps neither I nor Lugis would be alive. That d*mned woman might have taken everything from us.

　My guts trembled, and a boiling rage silently welled up in me. Thinking of that, what kind of regret does it bring to you to become a Titan? Rather, it's something to rejoice about.

　No, I have no regrets. But I do have one thought. That I have become the only one of my kind in the world.

　My kind will die out. The species of giants is destined to be lost. I'm sure that's a fact that can't be changed.

　An inexplicable feeling of loneliness consumed Caria as her instincts as a creature ran through her mind. It's a feeling he's never felt before. Even if there is a human being beside her, her brain understands that it is a different species from her.

　A feeling of loneliness that eats at your heart. It's something that I can't really talk about with others, or even with Lugis. I don't want you to think that I am a weak person who worries about such things. I don't want her to know that I'm that weak.

　But that's why. When she felt her presence in Lugis, Kalia's small body gave birth to an overflowing joy. Her cerebral cortex becomes numb and she feels like she's going to melt away.

　Even at this moment, his own blood is transforming him. The fact that his wounds, which would normally require months of recuperation, have almost closed up is proof of this.

　I don't like the idea of being the only race in this world. But if you're the only one, that's good. Very, very good. Kalia's loose cheeks boil uncontrollably in her chest.

　Lugis tilts his shoulders lightly, and with Kalia's hand still wrapped around his right arm, he says.

If you want me to be quiet, I'll do that now. But there's someone I need to talk to. I'd like to talk to him.

　At Lugis's words, Fialaert asked with a smile, "Where is this woman? I can see her cheeks hardening. Erdis' blue eyes were also twisted into a thin line.

　Lugis shook his head at these responses, and then responded.

She's not a woman. Or rather, not human. It's a hexenbiest that used to live in this prison.

　Lugis opened his lips to ask the man a question.