episode_0043

“You… What the hell have you done?”

In the pitch-black space, Hartma asked the bloody Noctilla.

Yes, there was a heart left.

Hartma held the twisted and distorted lumps of human flesh in her arms, her body trembling slightly.

These people are real too.

They are real people who live fiercely every day with their friends, family, and loved ones.

It’s just that from the moment I first entered the Demon World, I’ve been transformed into that kind of person. I’ve been trying to hide it. Just like those children, my shell has been peeled off.

“Ugh, ugh, what is this… . What have you done… .”

I was trying to somehow gather together the scattered lumps.

Noctilla grabbed Hartma’s arm and forcibly took the ‘people’ away from her like a toy taken from a child. She pushed Hartma away, who refused to let go. Hartma rolled on the floor. Her expression was blank.

People were already lumped together and tangled in several lumps, making it impossible to tell who was who and where one person began and ended.

Noctilla swung her sword a few times, sending off those who had once been human as well.

Hartma blankly watches the flesh disintegrate into dust.

“All over the body, that blood. A lot. No way. Kids, too… ?”

“Yeah. Likewise, like this. I killed him. … Isn’t that what you wanted?”

-I hate those guys so much I can’t stand them. I want to tear them all apart and kill them.

Noctila Sarsberg could not help but love the children, even though she knew of their cruelty.

Hartma couldn’t help but hate the children, even though she knew they were innocent.

Love and hate are intertwined like contradictions. The two are the same and different, and at the same time, different and the same.

It was the same. It was so good that I was embarrassed and said harsh words for no reason. It’s a funny story.

Actually, I love you like this.

“Ha, haha. Haha …

“It wouldn’t hurt.”

“Then kill me too, you son of a bitch.”

It was like a mirror.

Two people who are so similar. A strange wave that I felt from the beginning. Attraction.

“I won’t die. Okay? That’s too bad. You can’t kill everyone!! Because I’m alive. Okay?!”

Noctilla lowered her sword without saying a word.

A girl who is neatly split in half and scatters into particles from the cut surface.

But soon, as if time had been turned back, the particles returned and stuck together, forming the shape of a girl.

“Haaah!! Haaak, hak…! This, to this extent, doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurtooo.”

Fall, fall.

“AAAHH …

Noctilla simply silently kills the girl who resembles her.

“Haa, you, have to kill me, right? I know, you and me. Damn, because you look like me… .”

The girl’s entire body is turned into dust, piece by piece, and reassembled.

“Aaaa …

The girl has stopped the girls over and over again to save people. She has died over and over again, and she has stood up again and again. She has done so. The pain is familiar.

But this is too much. My legs are shaking. I have to close my eyes tightly.

“Open your eyes!!!”

He cut off his own eyelids so he could not close his eyes.

“Heee, gu-e, ugh… . … Ahaha, you look just like me, so. There’s no way you’ll back down. There’s no way you’ll give up.”

While shedding blood like tears, he glares at Noctilla with hardened eyes.

“Right?!!! You freaking bastard!!!!!”

“Okay.”

Noctilla looked straight into his eyes, with sad eyes.

Mirror and staring contest.

“So you failed. You were happy because you killed them all?! Don’t make me laugh, you didn’t accomplish anything, what you did had no value or meaning.”

“Okay.”

“Because I remember everything, because I!! am standing firm!!”

“Yeah.”

“So this is the end for you. You!! Are lost… !!!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Hehe.

And Noctilla.

***

How much time has passed?

Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter. Slaughter to slaughter, slaughter to slaughter. Pain, agony, and suffering.

Anyway, they kill and kill again.

Endlessly, dying and coming back to life again and again.

“You, you’re crazy, do you know what you look like right now…? Totally, crazy… . Tuqwaeek, tehek, kahaa… .”

“That’s right… .”

Again, I felt the pain of my whole body being torn apart.

“This disgusting, monster bastard… . It’s horrible, it’s pathetic, it’s pathetic!!”

“Yeah! That’s it! More, more, more… !!”

Still, it stands up.

Clink clinking clinking clinking.

“Ahh, ahhh, huuu. You… .”

“Cut it down more. Blame it more.”

Killing it again. Continued. A kind of diligent joy. Noctilla laughs refreshingly.

“You lost… Uh.”

“That’s right.”

However, the girl who seemed like she would get up again and again.

“You, uh, killed, uh… your family, right…?”

“Yeah. My precious sisters. They were more precious to me than my real family. I killed them all.”

Now, my eyes are getting blurry. Little by little, I am reaching my limit.

“Never, ever… . I will never be forgiven… .”

“I know. That’s why I feel so good.”

Hartma continues to taunt the girl in front of him.

In a daze.

“… Born into the wealthy Sarsberg family, always acted arrogantly.”

“Uh, um… . Right.”

Noctilla comes to this demon world and tells a story from the present world that she has never told before.

The shabby reflections that Noctilla kept chewing over.

“Est is struggling much harder than you, and yet you keep complaining and saying things like that, huh… .”

Noctilla’s eyebrows flinched at the mention of that name. Hartma herself had no idea what she was talking about.

He continued speaking as if possessed.

“I couldn’t stop Est from becoming like that.”

“That’s right. If I had told my family, something might have worked out.”

Because of my petty pride, I don’t want to ask for help from my family.

“I tried to kill Seed, Irusia, and Mena-sensei. Because killing people is a big mistake, I wanted to be branded as a hopeless bad person.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He answers lightly as if he were talking to a friend, but his hands swing the sword without stopping.

“So they blew up the building, even though they knew there were people inside.”

“That’s right. It was actually Irusia who saved them all. Kim Seonji… .”

The last flame, is it the same? Hartma’s voice becomes even deeper and clearer.

“I don’t want to be expected. In the end, that’s it, right? Ha, this time I really killed you. You’ve completely fallen. ”

The words Noctilla has always wished for.

“No one will expect anything from you anymore. Everyone will look down on you.”

“Yeah.”

“No one wants you. There’s no way a lunatic would think of saving you. Everyone just hates you now. There’s no other psychology or interest. How do you feel?”

Now more than ever, it has become easy for others to understand.

“… Yeah. It’s the worst. It’s the best.”

With that being said, it seems like we’ve finally reached our limit.

Hartma now began to convulse, spitting out nothing but incoherent screams. The only thing that could be heard was the word ‘trash’ mixed in between.

Noctilla killed and killed again, silently listening to the screams that sounded like pigs squealing.

Days pass, months pass, years pass. And.

“… That, Maan.”

“Huh?”

Finally, I blurted out those words.

A girl with one arm and one leg switched because her regeneration was not working properly, and her face was all messed up, drooling and snot running down her face.

“Stop, please. It’s too, ah, painful.”

So, even Hartma is finished.

“That’s too bad. You shouldn’t have said more.”

It’s trash.

“Okay, then… .”

Noctilla put her hand into what appeared to be the mouth of the mangled corpse.

In the first place, the reason he killed Hartma was not because she was the master of dreams.

The resonance I felt from the first time I saw her. A sense of kinship. A demon that comes back to life again and again. ‘Like Noctilla.’ But how, with what power.

“The devil of the prison, it’s a bit far-fetched, it’s childish. … You were just locked up too.”

This wouldn’t happen unless you were connected to a massive amount of magic like Noctilla. And where else in the world would you find something like that?

From the beginning, Heartma was connected to the sea of magic that Noctilla possessed. It was always like that, even before its owner changed to Noctilla.

because.

“Is this your first pilgrimage?”

Because she was the cornerstone prepared for the pilgrimage to the Demon World.

Noctilla grabbed something with the hand she had placed inside Hartma’s mouth. A dead, limp tongue with limp muscles.

Obtaining the throne by pulling out a sword embedded in a rock is a common form in folktales.

“Maybe it’s jade. Is this really a stretch?”

Let’s just pull it out, it’s pulled out like pulling out a plant’s roots. At the end is a sword. Jade-colored.

Noctilla catches it and thrusts it down her throat, just like a sword-swallowing magic spell.

Accept. The sword melts softly like candy. The passage of magic becomes incomparably wider. The field of vision opens up. Whether it is pain or joy, the body trembles. And.

The first pilgrimage was completed.

“… Haa. Is this enough? Is this not enough? Hmm. ”

This too, just to really end the dream. It just required more strength to deal with the real dream master.

It was a pilgrimage for that. Now, really, it’s the last.

Who is the master of dreams? The answer was obvious. I hadn’t thought about it. Isn’t he still there, unharmed?

The strongest, most broken girl. The girl who always cries.

It was ‘gazing into the abyss’.