Herscherik

There was a white snow scene in front of me.

He leaves the house with his hand held by Henil. A woman was crying as she looked back as she was pulled away.

"Sorry, sorry..."

She cried out on the spot whining. Men support it. I don't know if they were both blurry and clear like Kasumi was on their faces, but I didn't think they were laughing.

(Oh well.

Ciro remembered. No, it's a memory that I've never been able to remember, even if it seems to be obstructed.

They were also just human beings before their existence as fathers and mothers, not strong enough to withstand the malice from around them. I hit my son hard to protect myself. It would never have been a compliment. Because you have abandoned your duty to the existence you are meant to protect. If we had lived together like that, I'm sure they and I would have been broken.

But I wasn't all hated. That was found in the expression of two men and women, father and mother's tears.

When Shiro opened his eyes, there was a worried blonde, blue-eyed prince.

"Shiro, are you okay? Do you know who I am?

"…… Hershelik.

"Good, looks fine.

Hershelik laughs as relieved when Shiro answers his name.

"Thank you, too, Gene. Hand injury. Are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Dear Hershelik."

As Hershelik asks while helping Shiro wake up his body, Gene nods as he sits down on the spot as well. When the three of them took a breath of relief, the door opened in haste.

"Hershey, are you all right!?

It was Oran, red-stained with blood all over his body, and Chro, who was in charge of him. Oran is relieved to make sure Hershelik and the other two are safe.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're okay.

"……… Are you two okay?

The combination of oranges filled with more blood than ourselves and clots that are loose doesn't look safe. Oran laughs and shows such a worry about Hershelik.

"Hmm? I'm intact, but the black dog seems poisoned. He can't move a bit. That's why I brought it.

Oran completed his annihilation without a single machete on his Holy Knight opponent, so he looks terrible but intact because of his return blood.

Nor did Cro have anything else to say about his life, but his overactive movement when he butchered his enemies improved his blood circle and it was bad that the poison turned all over his body. He has already taken the antidote but it seems to take some time to work, and is in a condition where he borrows the bloody shoulder of Oran.

Crow tongues at Oran, who brings back Cro.

"…… humiliating.

"That, why am I being murdered? Don't try to strangle me!

Put your strength into the arm you put on Oran's neck with your back arm strength. Oran, who still runs a cold sweat with all the stranglers, Hershelik strokes his chest down to the usual exchange between the two.

(Good, I could work it all out... Mark, how long will we have before the brothers get here?

Hershelik looks at the pocket watch. The Kingsguard Knights, led by their brothers, have time to enter.

(As soon as the brothers arrive, we need to hold back the evidence... there must be evidence that leads to a party of ministers.

If it was connected to a church that was about to carry out a terrorist attack in the name of a revolution, the minister should not be intact either. If we succeed, we can also brighten up what the ministers have done and impeach them.

That should lead the country in a good direction.

"Hershey!"

Hershelik interrupts his thoughts and looks up at Oran's impatient voice.

It was the association that was supposed to have fallen in its eyes. There was a glowing blade in his hand, and he was fast approaching to suspect that he was falling.

Oran leaves Crowe on the spot and runs out. Crowe also tries to take out the dark vessel, but with his poisonous, trembling hands, he hesitates to throw the dark vessel because the raider and Hershelik enter on his line. Shiro is also suddenly unable to use magic.

Each was caught off guard for a moment, and that's where they targeted him.

(Is that the first guy who was capturing Gene?

The man who beat her up looked familiar. Everything flows like slow motion.

I can hear Oran running from behind. But it's faster for the man in front of me to get there, and I think about it in a corner of my mind that stopped.

Red copper hair swayed in front of me.

(Huh?)

"Out of the way. Yeah!

The man's voice sounds. But red copper hair never disappears from sight.

A dull sound sounded. The red copper hair in front of me rocks to the sound of it.

"Get off me!!

A dull sound echoes the man's words again. That number is twice. But my red copper hair never disappeared from my sight.

Pull out the sword as Oran passes by his side. I heard a man's mumbling voice, but Hershelik didn't care about that.

The red copper hair in front of me shakes unreliably, and falls.

"…… Gene?

She can't even hear Hershelik. Don't let it move slightly while falling on the side.

"Gene!?

Hershelik rushes up to help. And take a breath. Her clothes were stained with blood from her chest to her abdomen.

"Hershey, show me!

Oran, who killed the man, takes his breath more than he rushes and into her misery. That made Hershelik's unpleasant predictions.

"Oran, Gene is ok right!?

Hershelik shouts so, while putting his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. In a medical drama I've seen in my previous life, doctors used to compress wounds and stop the bleeding.

The warm, lukewarm blood overflows, dyeing my hands red. Oran also tries to stop the bleeding by cleaving his own uniform and wrapping it around the stab wound location. But the blood kept constantly creating red puddles on the ground.

From anyone's point of view, it was obvious that she would not help. Only one person, Hershelik, didn't try to admit it. Keep holding the wound with your little hand in desperate attempt to stop her bleeding.

"Hershey......"

"Cro, I can't stop her bleeding. How do I stop!?

Hershelik asks Cro, who is approaching. No, I dared to block his words because I didn't want to hear what lay ahead.

And no one could answer Hershelik's question.

"I could save her.

That heard the devil whisper. If Hershelik moves his gaze slowly, Ahead, Hahnil rises and leaves his back on the wall, smiling gently.

"If it's my healing magic, I'd rather have my healing magic, but the odds are half. There's no better healing magic user in this country than me, and even doctors won't be able to do it, will they?

"…… Did you set this up?

Henil shakes his head at Hershelik's words.

"No, now that I have failed to convert your doll, killing you will not benefit me. Besides, it looks like the man was connected to someone else as well as the church.

We had no particular problem with our plan, so we left it, but he goes on.

Someone else...... only one person can think of that.

"……… Barbasse"

He's the only one who's after his own life. So much so that he was getting in his way.

"Come on, Your Highness, it's a deal.

Hahnil laughs.

"If you want to help her, please respond to my deal.

"……… What is the consideration?

I didn't have to ask, but Hershelik asks. Henyl smiles contentedly at the words.

"That Your Highness vows absolute servitude to me.

Hershelik shakes his head weakly to answer as expected.

If he drank that condition, he would never miss himself. I thought about fixing it on the surface, but he's a magic operator. When I showed my weakness, it was clear that at the end of the day, it was now time to imprison my spirit and make me his puppet.

Henyl laughs strangely at the look of it.

"Isn't His Highness fond of sacrifice? She sacrificed herself instead of His Highness, didn't she?

"That is……"

Hershelik knows. Even if it's beautiful, I don't want to make a sacrifice. But now Gene is down, and his life is a wind lamp.

"She would be helpful if Her Highness only swore an oath. What will you do?

At the same time as the words, Hershelik felt his body was getting heavier and heavier. Oran and Cro are talking to me, but that seems to be talking from a far away place, which is hard to hear.

"Hershelik!"

Siro's harsh voice echoed. At the same time, the magic formula of Ciro unfolds, and the junction surrounds the henyl.

"……… Shiro?

Hershelik calls his name with a flashy look.

"It's psycho-manipulative magic. It was putting a load on Hershelik's spirit.

Says it's safe because we've already developed the bond. But still, Hershelik's heart never clears up.

"That's Noel. Too bad."

"Don't call me that name."

Siro says to throw it away in Henil's words. But he also looked lonely somewhere.

"But not like this, Gene..."

I can't drink the terms of the henyl.

But if you don't drink the terms, Gene will have to die.

(How can I………)

"…… Dear Hershelik.

I heard a fine voice. And a trembling hand that was losing its temperature, touching its own hand, brought Hershelik's consciousness back.

"Gene!"

Grabbing her trembling hand, Hershelik peeks in. Gene smiles relieved to see Hershelik's face.

"You don't have to be sick about me...... my deeds are back, just...

It hurt a lot of people. I've taken my life. I don't think I'm the only one who can get away with it. Because I have sinned so much.

(That I'm just getting paid for it...)

"But!"

Hershelik holds her hand as she tries to accept death. The cold hands showed that she had little time left.

"But…………!

No more words. Because when I said it, I found out that I was not ready. I'm ready to carry everything. But Hershelik can't be ruthless enough to trump a dying person in front of him.

On his cheek leaning down, Gene adds an empty hand. When Hershelik and I gazed at each other, I forced her to smile her blue and white face.

"You can't lie to yourself, can you?

That was the word I once said to her.

Dust, and blood flowed out of her mouth as she stepped in. The amount of time left is diminishing.

Gene takes off the piercing he was wearing with his trembling hands.

"Dear Hershelik, take this..."

That said, what was offered was a cylinder that covered earrings made of the same hair coloured metal as hers. If you look closely, the fine demonic lettering is engraved.

"This must be Hershelik's help………………"

At the end of the day, my voice is blurred. There is no pain already. No, I don't feel anything about my brain rejecting pain. Only in that, the hand held by Hershelik felt warm. But he still cries and distorts his face.

"Dear Hershelik, don't cry..."

"…… cry, no.

In fact, Hershelik is not crying. But my sense of helplessness seemed to crush me. How easy would it be to cry away? I wish I could put my emotions on the table. But I had difficulty putting my emotions outside, as if they were frozen.

"I'm always on my side……"

That's my wish.

For the first time, I thought from the bottom of my heart, the first and last wish.

"Gene......"

There is strength in her own hand that holds her hand.

"I'm glad Hershelik liked that song... I loved Hershelik's sunny smile..."

Gene was running out of his life, but he found out. The area darkens as if the lights had been dropped. The last thing I saw was Hershelik's face.

"Give me a vio..."

Her power disappeared from the hand Hershelik shook, and the lifetime light never returned to her in her eyes. Oran gently causes her eyes to close. Then he just seemed asleep.

Hershelik felt the warm thing in him rapidly lose temperature.

The emotions born when Gene confessed to me, now that she's lost, crumble away brittle.

(No. No, Gene)

Surely you cannot falsely subordinate your feelings to Henyl. But it was also true that I didn't want to lose her. Her presence was so great in Hershelik.

(Oh, well)

Hershelik comes to mind.

(She's my……)

It's the first time I've noticed it since I lost it. And it will never come back forever.

Hershelik reaches out for those who are not holding Gene's hand and strokes her polished copper coin-like hair.

I really liked this sarcastic touch. This is how I first stroked her head when she cried like a child. I wanted to protect her crying like a toddler.

After that, I can still vividly recall the smile from her heart that I showed her for the first time.

But she won't smile anymore.

"…… Gene.

Hershelik calls her name only once. And until the Kingsguard Knights broke in, he didn't move from the place, didn't utter a word, just kept stroking her head like he loved her.

Looking at the footage, the informer... the perennial witch single-handedly wields a water mirror floating in the universe and turns it off. After the jamming stopped, I immediately appeared in the water mirror to see where the princes were, but it was all over then.

(Destiny does something terrible……)

There were several futures that the perennial witch saw.

The future where Hershelik is killed by Henil and Shiloh is demonized and unified, but where the war will travel.

A future where magic runs wild and involves the Church and its neighborhoods, taking many lives.

But Hershelik dodged them all.

But fate showed him two paths.

Whether you will be killed or Gene will be his shield

But it wasn't Hershelik who chose that path, it was Gene.

"You chose destiny for her beloved.

If she hesitated even for a moment, Hershelik was dead.

She took Hershelik's life more than her own.

And Hershelik survived, and she died.

The perennial witch leaks a sigh and sinks herself into her favorite couch.

It wasn't something she should have been involved in. But I'm pretty sure there's something in the back that could interfere with my powers.

"… as…, should we look into it?

The little whine of an everlasting witch melted and disappeared into the universe without anyone hearing her, and at the same time she disappeared from the couch.