Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

As soon as the fruits of Siglos fell, a high multicast arrived from the city government.

The contents are cryptographic (encryption) codes that disable Copes Recycling. If you register this as "SEAL," you can be excluded from attacks by SB traveling around the city - a message was attached.

That meant the end of the battle.

With this high multicast distributed throughout the float rise, most of the residents will be non-targeted by the SB. That means that the "Corps Recycling" itself is deactivated.

The Mixed Float Rise Vigilante and Explorer forces must chase down the "Corps Recycling" operators immediately, without leaving behind a powerless SB. A chess player put his hand on it.

The trend was decided. Later it only moves towards an end.

I was wondering how you got this stuff, but my interest turned to [alien] rolling in front of me.

"- Still alive."

Poop, Mr. Rose shrugged. "Is there something between the artifact holders that leads to each other? I was not lost in the sound of my voice.

"... here, now... you're alive, are you...?

Still half-heartedly I listen. [M]

'Cause it's weird how I saw it.

A fusion of humans and debris. They can't be intertwined by nature. They blend together and form one form.

Some of the limbs are fused with rubble - if only, I still know. But now Siglos had about three-quarters of his entire body integrated with the rubble. Instead, it might be more appropriate to say [in the middle of the debris turning into something human-like].

"- Oh, wait, Rose, I'm going to contact Karel right now..."

Here's the mastermind in this case - I thought of that fact late, and I created a direct message with "SEAL" and sent it to Mr. Karel.

The mastermind of the case, the fact that he seized "Siglos Schweinberg" of "Volkling Circus". Also, the injuries to me and Mr. Rosé, the coordinates of where they are. Especially with a bullet point about a person named Siglos.

The reaction was immediate.

Direct call from the Navy.

A call sound that only echoes in my head and an AR incoming icon. Tap it just in case and open the call line.

"- Brave struggle, you're a boulder." Brave Beowulf. "

Karel, who appeared in the call icon, said so in the opening, teasing.

'After all, that was you guys. Written by lightning earlier, the "Z" and the huge icon. I can see it from here. Not at all... I'm not the captain of the regiment, but you just amaze me, Rag. Now your - no, don't [you guys] get more names.'

As frightened, Mr. Karel smiled. but

'- No, I'm sorry. Don't only after all these stories. Quickly, but let's get down to business'

One cough. I had no time to be frightened, and the deputy director of "NPK" cut the conversation out and changed his expression. The air strains in an instant.

"It was in your message, where is the man named Signos, the mastermind?

"Uh..."

"Are you in custody? I want you to tell me more about the situation '

I have trouble knowing what to say to Mr. Karel, who is going to ask a serious question. If I explain the current state of the sigloss as it is, maybe they'll think I'm a crazy guy. When that happens, we must first talk about the fact that there is a substitute like "artifact". But even I couldn't believe it until I saw it with these eyes. What should I explain?

Mr. Karel went on to add words when he was lost that I wasn't.

'Oh, I'm fine. You'll be tired, too. You don't have to hurry. Talk to me slowly. Let's send an ambulance over there first. Move the nearest. We should be there any minute.'

What a precise decision. At the same time, I am sorry for my impudence for not being able to explain things well.

"- It's Karel. I need to ask you something."

Hannu, who was making himself available on my left shoulder, accidentally reached out and pointed the call icon towards me. Speaking of which, Hannu is in contact with me, so he was able to intervene on the call with Mr. Karel. That's when I thought about it, and I changed the settings so that Rosé, who is linking with the switch, could hear the conversation as well.

"Princess Xiaolong? Looks like we're back together safely. So, what do you want to hear?

Here, for some reason, Hannu turned her body and once again stuck her right cheek on my left cheek, pinched and stuck. We'll line up our necks and face the call icon, Mr. Karel. Hanu may be assuming that if he doesn't do this, it won't be a conversation.

The high temperature Hannu released a question to Mr. Karel with a stiff and cold voice, though.

Have you ever heard the word "artifact"?

It was straightforward. My worries and other worries led me to a thin piece of paper. Well, it's the usual thing.

But Karel, the call icon, gave him a look that would put up with frowning.

"- Artifact...? Oh, [I've heard of it]... is that it?

Why is that word here? But with that said, Mr. Karel is including confusion in his voice.

Kokuri, Hannu nodded. The area of the cheeks touching each other moves in a fuzzy way.

"Come on, if you know, it's quick to talk. There's a guy named Siglos who's rolling in there. He's got that artifact.

…………

Unusually, it seemed like that Mr. Karel had lost his word. Open your lips slightly and let them flash. But it was only for a moment, and he quickly regained his mental posture.

"- I'm sorry, just in case, I want you to check again. Does that mean..." The Artifact Holder (Seiklid Carrier) "was the mastermind in this case - the leader of" Volkling Circus "...?

"Goodbye."

Hannu agrees. Mr. Karel covered his mouth with his hands and showed a bare gesture of deviating the jade eyes to the lower left corner to contemplate.

"... I mean, Rag, you said in your message, 'Be careful because you have special abilities' was that" artifact "...?

"Can't you believe it?

To Hanu, who frankly asked, Mr. Karel turned his gaze back. Ethereal and gold heterochromia and emerald green eyes look at each other.

"- No, not like that... but by what means do you believe in the existence of" artifacts "? Would you let me hear that?

Really logical, it was Mr. Karel's confirmation. If it is a hard story to believe in Russia, it is natural to ask for grounds.

But Hanu shook his head sideways on this.

"If you can't believe it, you don't have to believe it. Bye, look. This look of Lato."

Hanu lifted his right hand and gently slapped my right cheek with his palm, the opposite of being stuck together. Behold, he says with great authority that my body is covered in mud and dirty with the blood of myself and Mr. Rosé, and I am in a very dull state. It's a little embarrassing.

"The man named Siglos made the rat fold so far. Is it obvious that he's not the only one? Perhaps he who is half-breed will not do so. Whoever you're going to let come, don't worry about the candidates. That's not all the concubines want to say. Be sure to check the truth later with your own eyes."

Mr. Karel nodded most likely to Hannu, who proclaimed that the Hundred News was only at first sight.

"... I see. That's true. All right, let's send you the highest battle power we have. You should arrive as soon as you're back and forth with the ambulance team."

So the conversation came to a close, and Karel hung up the call because of the ex-post processing, or I'll see you later.

Mr Karel's 'supreme force', then barely put it between them, soon appeared.

All of a sudden, a bird of pale flames descended from the sky.

"- Huh!?

It was nothing but Mr. Villey. A pale flame with a mass, which would have shaped a large bird of wings, like (Phoenix Rave), and would have flown this far. It came down like a lightning strike all of a sudden, so I was a little surprised.

"Vi, Villy............?

Mr. Villey, who landed as much as a lightning bolt about five melts away from us, looks back without relieving the flames wrapped around his entire body.

"- Where's the mastermind?

Villey asked with a hard voice that the flames unraveled the shape of the bird and the momentum of the fire was slightly smaller but remained in a combat posture - without even saying hello.

I have a deep red eye that shoots through me, and I turn my gaze reflexively toward Siglos.

"Yes... [him]."

Ms. Villey pierced her sharp gaze into a lump of rubble when she said that she was emitting flames from all over her body, but said in a cold voice that the glass of ice rubbed against each other.

"Wait. It's dangerous to get close to the detour."

A calm voice stopped Mr. Villey, who tried to walk out.

It is Mr. Rosé.

"As you may have already heard, the man is the" Artifact Holder ". If we approach it poorly, we risk [being taken in] by any of the same" artifact holders. "

"You..."

It must be because of the blood all over Mr. Rosé, who spins his words calmly. Mr. Villey breathes like he was poked in the void and stares at Mr. Rosé. But soon he decided to do so and listened back with a hard voice.

"- So what do you want me to do? You want me to put my fingers around you and watch you shut up?

A pale flame covering Mr. Villey's body rocks loudly to represent her mood. I'm on my mind. The battle is almost over and things are converging. But a lot of people died. It was only natural that the anger could be directed at Siglos, the mastermind.

That's what Mr. Rose answers flatly, but with a hot-like gaze.

"No, it's not. From what I've seen, you're also apparently running out of power. But in his case, we can't abandon the possibility that it's a trap either. We need confirmation first."

"Yeah, check it. So, how do we do that?

"I'll do it. We're fighting once, so we know we're in time. … and there's something I'd like to ask."

"... what do you want to hear?

Surprisingly glanced at her face - and it's amazing how beautiful she is because she's still beautiful - Rose, who didn't respond to Mr. Villey and bought herself a dangerous role, started approaching Siglos by poking an iron rod instead of a cane.

'It's okay. I will not imitate danger. Please watch.'

Mr. Rosé's voice echoed earlier in my head as I accidentally tried to raise my voice of restraint. It's a reading by the link on the switch. All I can think about is the prospect, and Amber's eyes glance at this one.

At the end of my gaze, which I could no longer say, Mr. Rose stopped about two melts away from Siglos, which became a mass of rubble.

"- Not enough... not enough... more... more, more, more... eat... drink... suck..."

Ever since just now, Siglos has turned into an ugly object that is whispering and bumpy in some way. If I were to impose an analogy to that, would I say a man eaten by a bed of rubble? Most of the body of the sigloss lying on its back has merged almost to blend with the collection of debris. I can see how it works around the shoulders, arms, and thighs, but from there on, it's completely assimilated to rubble. My back and back of my head fused so smoothly that I didn't know exactly where [from where to where it was signals].

If you thought about it normally, you shouldn't be able to move properly in that state. Besides, the fact that you don't use the power of the artifact to solve that appearance is likely to exhaust your powers, as Rosé put it. But still, it was a man named Siglos who couldn't be optimistic.

- I need to ask you something.

Because of her slight distance, Mr. Rosé spoke aloud to the man in the rubble.

As soon as I got there, the fit, and the sigloss squealed stopped.

Light blue eyes grinding in a completely different motion from left to right, searching for Mr. Rose's whereabouts. Hey, for him, I found Rosé in the left direction, showing her in her snake-like pupils.

The next thing I went up, it was a laugh.

"Kuhi-kuha, hahahahahahahahahaha! Loltrinzeje......!

I can't wait to hear the wind say Mr. Rosé's name as if calling from the bottom of hell. An indescribable light dwelt in the eyes of a light blue, shining like a blaze.

Because of his own unusual state of affairs, Siglos speaks to Mr. Rosé in a tone he can afford.

"- Hey, how do you feel? Hmm? How does it feel to look down on me like that? - Whoa, whoa, well behaved, Loltrinse, lady. Come on? The vengeance that killed your father is rolling in front of you like no other, huh? What if you look happier? Look, show me that beautiful face again just now. I painted it with anger and hatred, it's a mess. [Soru] That look...! Hih, hih, hih, hih, hih!

Mr. Rose pierces his faceless expression at the sigloss that makes him laugh inferior by saying whatever he wants. Instead, it was a more intestinal thought of me just listening on the edge. Eating his teeth off and staring at him, Hannu's palm touching my right cheek moved to rub and stroke.

"Calm down, Lato. Maybe it's his operation. Don't lose sight of yourself."

"... yeah"

When Hanu forgives me and calms my feelings, Mr. Rose and Mr. Villey, watching over Siglos, entered my sight. She also looks at a mass of rubble with a gaze that doesn't hide her disgust. The pale sword that had already been pulled out of his sheath had his cuttoe pointed at him so that he could slash Siglos at any time.

"... are you hearing my voice? I'm asking you rolling there. I wanted to ask you something. Can you answer the question now?

The voice of Mr. Rosé, who is terribly calm. I'm not freezing like Mr. Villey, or soft. Just a plastered, tough voice. It's as if you're dealing with strangers.

In contrast, Siglos laughs with his nose looking bored.

"- Ha, that's an elegant thing, Loltrinse. What, what do you want to hear? You mean when I killed your father? You want to know what a pitiful death it was like? Or what the Scream of the Terminator was like? Oh, maybe, like, how many times I've called your name? No, well, I don't remember much, do I? You know, when, how, how many bugs did you kill?

Gradually, the boulder was about to run out of sympathy for rumblings that could be stacked with a mix of crease and laughter.

"That guy...... ugh!

"Sooner or later, we'll get down to shanty. Until then, Lat..."

The boulder Hannu can't even sit on his stomach, and he's caged in his voice to teach me. When I saw it, I was lifting up my eyes of pale and gold and sending my gaze to Siglos as if I could even see it in filth.

In the meantime, flat everywhere, Mr. Rosé spoke the question.

"Where are you?

For a moment, it was as if time had frozen.

The air in the field changed.

- What...?

I just have to be flattered by the kind of questions that will turn everything upside down.

What does Mr. Rosé say?

I have no idea what the question is intended for. Where are you - isn't that supposed to be Siglos Schweinberg...?

One beat late, Kuha, and Siglos blew out.

"... come on, loltrinse, lady. Come on? Have you finally lost your mind? Oh? That's not funny at all, that joke? - No, no, no, that's not surprising, though. Serious people like you fly jokes on this occasion..."

"I'm not kidding. I hear it from the bottom of my heart." Who are you? "

Mr. Rose ruthlessly cut off the words of the grossing Siglos.

"Apparently, you're not what I know." Siglos Schweinberg. That's why I'm asking. - Who are you?

To be included slowly, Ms Rosé repeated the question.

"Is...?

When I get here, I'll just monotonously ask back without any art if I've lost my mind to sigloss or mix back with the boulder. I'm sure it's not my fault the expression looks slightly convulsive.

I understand. Seriously, Mr. Rose is seriously mouthing that question. No joke or sarcasm.

That other tone wasn't my fault. Mr. Rosé treats the bottom of his heart, that lump of debris as [someone else's] not a sigloss.

"How many people have you swallowed so far? My father won't be the only one who took it into his body. How many... No, haven't you been" fused "with dozens?

Pale, as merely pointing out the facts, Ms. Rosé overlaps her questions.

"Your disturbance of speech and behavior. Physical ability before fusion with SB. There are many puzzling points, but if [that's the case], I'm convinced. But - as a result, how much of your [part that was Siglos] remains? Can you really say" Siglos Schweinberg "now?

The moment I heard it, I almost accidentally roared 'I see'.

I don't know the original personality about the strangeness of words and deeds. I can't say anything, but there are a number of places where I can nod about his physical abilities.

Fighting ability I can't imagine from the looks of that wire. After cracking the area of "Freibom" in my "SEAL" in just a few moments of contact, the information processing power pulled out to the naval information. Ability to adapt flexibly while maintaining a disorderly fusion with countless SBs.

If you say that's the power gained by fusing with more than one human being, I see, I'm good at it. I was going to fight one Siglos, but it was actually like I was dealing with more than one human being at the same time.

Besides, if that's the case, I can understand the shambles that aren't his usual interrogations. I don't know what to say to myself, but my attack should have been enough to make a change after killing Siglos ten times. Yet he still lives like this.

If you have more than one body, more than one "SEAL", more than one life, you will have all the muscles to respond to when you fight.

"- Um, come on, if you've heard from me earlier, you're saying whatever you want, are you kidding me? Come on, man. Atashi likes to be ridiculous, but she hates being ridiculed."

Finally, with a stuck voice, [Siglos] revealed his anger.

There is no way that he realizes that his remarks were strange in the way he stares at Mr. Rosé with his pale blue eyes.

I haven't noticed. to my tone being strange.

"... originally, I thought it was strange. Why did Siglos kill my father, take the" Copes Recycle ", and take a lot of lives in an outrage..."

Mr. Rosé stepped out quietly. Poke the iron rod like a cane and narrow the distance from the sigloss.

"Surely [that guy] was a person who wasn't sure what he was thinking. I was trying to stay away from him, and he seemed to be avoiding me, too. Anyway, I didn't use any technique in front of me. Yet... why? Why are you so adamant with me?

The distance between Mr. Rose and Siglos narrowed to about a meltre. If there is still power in the Signos, it is enough time to set something up.

"You weren't as interested in me as you were in me. Or was that an act? The truth is, at the bottom of your heart, have you always had an aversion to me?

Siglos gave me a boring glance at an inquiry that sounded pale but somewhere to complain.

"Oh, right. I never cared about you before, did I? I always looked clear and cared about lonely wolves. I was going to tear that pretty face apart one day. Well, of course, that's on top of things. The main objective is the artifact in Temehe and its derivative ceremony, right? Ha - Hate is you, aren't you feeling a little too well? You're such a big deal. Ma'am, if you're too mistaken, let's bee. Pull yourself in. I'm glad."

Can we no longer even understand the situation in which we ourselves are placed? Or do you dare ignore it? Despite being cornered, Siglos' remarks were thorough, eye-catching from above.

"- So you said you didn't have any special feelings for my father or me? Simply because you had what you wanted, killed and targeted... is that what you mean?

"Be persistent, don't be shy."

"It's a shame. After all, you don't seem to be Siglos Schweinberg anymore.

Without hearing Siglos' reply to the end, Ms Rosé affirmed.

"Nah..."

Surprisingly, it seemed that Siglos had lost his word. He opens his eyes and looks up at Mr. Rosé with dismay. Come to think of it, there is no experience, normal, of being [denied being yourself] by others. The lack of words to give back might have been natural, too.

Mr. Rosé lay her eyes down and exhaled in a deep sigh.

"- Let's change the question. Do you remember your father's name?

It was an odd question. How come there's something about his father out here? Mr. Rosé's sincerity is still unclear.

Siglos stared at Mr. Rose and said in a low, pressed and killed voice.

"... what does that have to do with you"

It was a response as if the prestige had been a lie earlier, as if it were a stubborn child.

"You don't remember anymore, do you?

"He says it doesn't matter"

To his firm voice, Mr. Rosé sighs softly again.

"You still don't remember"

"- Shut up! I'm telling you, it's none of your business. Come on, motherfucker! What does Temehe want with me!?

Finally, the sigloss became fierce. Spitting and calling and letting Mr. Rosé try it awesome. Even so, it wasn't compelling at all because of my posture.

The next word Mr. Rosé spinned sounded terribly cold, like an icy sound.

"If you're forgetting, let me remind you. Your father's name is - [Audis Volkling]."

"Become -!?"

I was the first one to raise my voice of surprise. I was so stunned, my throat moved.

- What's Audis Volkling... Huh? Rose's father's name......... right...? Oh, but... Siglos is in Schweinberg... eh? Oh, that?

While I was confused on my own, it wasn't that I wasn't shocked by Mr. Rose's words. He is rigid as if he had turned into a statue, staring silently at Mr. Rosé.

After the slight appearance, the mouth of the cigrus loosened.

"... hey... hey you, are you all right with your head? The shock that killed my father made me crazy."

"So you don't remember, do you? Not even this important. You used to be -" If you were a Siglos Schweinberg, you should know this fact. And you must have noticed what I knew. "

Mr Rosé tells us to line up only calmly and just harsh facts.

"Me and Siglos are belly brothers and sisters. In fact, you once were - yes, at least until you possessed the artifact. Your Photon Blood was [not of the same color as my father or me]. I don't think you remember anymore."

…………

"Siglos knew that my father and blood were connected, and that's why he never used a surgical ceremony in front of me. While I also noticed somewhat, I didn't come any closer. I thought it was hairless, such as an extra collision, and being alone suited my sexuality...... so I didn't belong in the 'Volkling Circus' and the other members didn't try to invite me after guessing everything. Sigloss again. Apparently, he was aware of what I was noticing. Do you remember the words you used to say to me when you spoke to me?

…………

"- 'The lady, too, won't say anything to me'...... I didn't understand what that meant then, but now I kind of do. My father also told Siglos - no, I guess he didn't say anything to his brother-in-law..."

A swing of mercy floated in Mr. Rosé's eyes staring at Siglos. A gentle gaze, like that seen by some pathetic creature, strokes Siglos' face.

"- So if the real Siglos meant that he hated my father or me... I think that's something I can't help. If you want to kill my father after that and humiliate me… at least, it was a convincing story"

No longer, Siglos was unresponsive. Even with a stunned look, he stares at Mr. Rosé.

Mr. Rose looks down at such a sigloss and goes on in such a quiet voice that he doesn't think he's dealing with his father's revenge.

"But you didn't bring up this fact for some reason, did you? You could have hurt me even more by sticking this out. And yet I didn't...... why is that? Isn't it because you don't have that memory anymore?

I'm sure Mr. Rose is covered in blood to his heart right now. 'Cause I'm not talking about this in public. The back of Rosé's chest, who dares to break it off, must still be exposed to unimaginable pain.

"So - I ask. Who are you? Words and deeds that I don't think are sigros I know. Acts that deviate from the normal track. Memories full of holes that have even forgotten their own birth. Photon Blood has gone dark and cloudy from its original color... because it's harder to prove you're a sigloss anymore"

"... hey... don't... you don't... I don't know... I..."

A weak sweeping voice leaked out of the throat of Siglos, who slowly shook his neck sideways. That was also similar to the sound of the wind passing through the gap in Stone Mountain.

Mr. Rosé restarts his steps and approaches Siglos to scrape the distance carefully.

"Speaking of which, you had a mess of words earlier. One or two names are disjointed. Is the abuse of the power of artifacts and the damage taken from Mr. Rag blurring your boundaries?

"No... don't be ridiculous... it's a fabrication... yes... it's a lie... it's a lie! It's a lie!

When the distance between them was almost zero, Siglos peeled off his eyes and shouted at him to slap him.

"Loltrinzeye! What you're saying is bullshit! Don't want the right thing! Did you think you could fool me to that extent! Don't get on the diagram, you scumbag! Die or I'll kill you! I'll kill you and eat you! I'll take you in and feed you, too!

The tone also changes, and Siglos scratches unnecessarily, still trying to force the flesh that is integrated with the rubble to move.

Ms. Rose continued relentlessly adding [mouth blows] to the sigloss, where dogs tied to collars bark but fly all the corner bubbles.

"Now that you think about it, you've been changing your personality since you got the artifact. Yes... since then, you have already started to" break. "It's a shame... really -"

As unfortunately from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Rosé shrugged, pounding.

"- No way... I never thought my father's revenge would [no longer exist]..."

As soon as that happened, the resentfully smeared Siglos' voice pounced up.

"Loltrinzeje......! Don't be ridiculous......! Don't be ridiculous...... I'm ridiculous! I'm me. Ah! It's Siglos Schweinberg! Too much fusion makes my self unstable!? This is me!? Don't lick me, you fucking bitch! Who the hell are you, bro? There's no way! Make sure you're paranoid! In the first place, I don't have the muscle to say what I like about you. Wow!

A man who had previously laughed at the fluctuations of leeway and mockery is now desperate to raise his anger. Instead, the more Siglos was driven by passion, the more exposed and hilarious it became that his spirit was being hunted down. That's not true for occasions when the word loser howl is so cute.

Ms. Rose still has a blameless expression on the face of the iron flame, to the fury of the flaming sigloss.

"- Then let me ask you one more thing. Where did your surname 'Schweinberg' come from?

When Mr. Rose heard that, he stopped the sigloss movement, fitting.

"It's at least a pity. Make it a choice issue for you. Best of all, your mother's maiden name. Number two, the surname of your mother's remarriage partner. Number three, the proper surname you have given yourself. - Come on, which one is it?

――――

Sigloss is solidified. He opened his thin blue eyes while sweating heavily, and somehow seemed to flip through the memory draws and look for answers.

There was nothing else to say stupid. At the time I was doing that, I said the results were already there.

Mr. Rosé sighed deeply at this.

The words that followed were just merciless rather than cold.

"Where are you really?

At the end of the inquiry, Mr. Rosé took a step back from the spot. Poke the iron rod, change your heels, and turn your back on the sigloss.

"- There's nothing for you that's not a sigloss. Precisely, take your punishment according to the sins you have committed. Goodbye, then."

When I put it down emotionally, I slowly walked out toward me and Hannu.

On its back, an immobile sigloss chases it by voice alone.

"Ma, wait - stay! Wait, Loltrinze!

Mr. Rose temporarily stopped for that impatient call. But she doesn't try to look back. I just stopped.

Sigloss distorted his face in bitterness, and strayed his gaze - as he eventually squeezed out,

"... the answer is... what..."

I threw away my pride and begged for teaching. Thin lips are trembling at the humiliation of asking others about themselves.

But Mr. Rosé wasn't even sniffing.

"If you're really a Siglos, you don't have to ask, do you?

……

Painfully ironic, Siglos apparently didn't even have a voice. A stunned, convulsive face gradually transforms into a tenacious, thin grin.

"- Oh, yeah... I... no, I...? Siglos Shibungu...... No, I......? Oh, no, I 'm-- yeah, I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I 'm-- I'm... I'm...

From the light blue eyes, the light of enlightenment disappears. Instead, it was the glow of madness that gave me a shitty giggle. Once again, he starts squirming at his pointless soliloquy and locks himself into a world of his own.

"... Oh yeah... I'm Siglos Volkli... no... Schbain... shuba...? Yeah, loltrinse...... audis......?

I thought I said Boso that far, and all of a sudden, my throat screamed so tight.

"- Ahhhhhhhhh!! No! No. Ugh! I'm me. Ah! It's a gloss! It's Siglos Schweinberg. Ahhhhhhhh!

Mr. Rose did not give a glimpse of the screaming as he told himself, nor did he even float a mockery, and told him this over his back.

"Yeah. If that's what you think, I guess so. - Not in you."

Now it was really time, at the end of the day, that Mr. Rose resumed his steps. With a brazen foothold, he leaves beside Siglos.

"Wait, hey! Wait, whoa, whoa! Then who is it!? Who the hell am I!? Ahhh!? Temee, I know you do! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!

In total disregard of the arousing and frenetic sigloss, Mr. Rosé approaches Mr. Villey, who had refrained from going backwards.

"As you can see, I've done nothing with all that provocation. Almost certainly, you can see that you are running out of power. There is no danger. Please, please wait."

He said pale as a scout reporting the results of the reconnaissance and lowered his head gently.

"........................... Okay"

Mr. Villey nodded at the end of a somewhat long, somewhat unspoken silence. Upon receipt of the reply, Mr. Rosé passes beside it and comes here again - walking to where Hannu and I are.

The bloody Mr. Rosé slowly approaches against the backdrop of Siglos' cry, which is no longer a decent word. Try to drag your feet, even though you're about to fall over and over again.

But the moment I got here in front of him, I finally collapsed from my knee.

"Mr. Rozee!?

"Oops."

I can't move my body. Hannu moved gently in my place and stopped Mr. Rose from holding his body trying to fall at the front. An iron rod away from my hand makes a noise and rolls to the ground, Karan.

I wonder how far beyond the limits of the flesh was. As if the clear slippery tongue had been a lie earlier, Mr. Rosé apologizes to Hannu with a low, caged voice.

"... not anymore... Princess Xiaolong..."

"I don't mind. I don't care...... and I want to say, Bye, damn...! Wow, the concubine has a tight, tight, maybe, nooo...!

The second half of Hannu's dialogue, which he tried to cool back, gradually turns into something of strength. I took it, okay, but I guess Hannu's little body can't support it. Not to mention it's on the verge of depletion. He shivers with a pull in a position with his hands spread out, and now he's about to fall together.

In this case, I can't leave it to you to be sweet because my body doesn't move either.

"Gu......!

I whip into my painful body and travel on my knees. I approached them as they rubbed their knees, covering Hannu's back to hold and support Mr. Rosé's shoulders.

At this time, sharp pain rushed through the muscles of his whole body, but his voice did not leak even in the will.

You also ran out of energy to open your eyes, Mr. Rose moves his lips with his lids closed.

"... thank you, Mr. Rug..."

"Yes, no...... so, but are you okay, Mr. Rose? The wound seems to be blocked..."

"Yes... thanks to you... but a little... the power of the artifact seems to have been overused..."

Mr. Rosé's breathing is greatly disturbed. Her body temperature, transmitted to both hands, is hot, as if she was suffering from a bad disease. Mr. Rosé whispers as he leans down, like a bedtime remark when he is being stuck.

"... of the artifact, the power... should not be used too much... look at [him]... I thought, I know..."

Needless to say, [he] should be referring to Siglos - no, [who was Siglos]. I look at the person by accident. [M] Integrating with the rubble and unable to move, he was, and still is, spreading all sorts of abusive rumors against Mr. Rosé.

I guess it's a reversal of anxiety and fear, I guess. How fearful is it that you are not yourself - that what you previously believed to be 'you' will collapse and be overshadowed from the ground up? I can't believe myself...... it's like a hole in my foot - I imagined that feeling and my fear ran all over my spine.

What if I was just [wearing] a human personality and memory called "Ragdishardt" -?

Suppose you were really someone else, but you were just assuming you were 'rugdishardt' -?

I imagine it's horrible. Just a thought, but I think I got a glimpse of one scale of that fear.

Collapse of self-identity (identity).

Mr. Rose gave the man such a frightening and confusing fear that he was so young and seamless.

But...

"- It was good, was it...? With that..."

Unexpectedly, that's what I heard.

It must have been his father's enemy. For Mr. Rosé, the man over there should have been enough resentment to kill him more than once. And yet I wonder if I have to do more than that -.

Mr. Rose took my subject's vague questions very well. Interruptly, answer.

"... yes... that's fine... I can't... put [his] life in my hands... so... instead, [my heart] and... this is my..." vengeance... "

With that said, Mr. Rosé opened his eyelids slightly, showing his amber eyes.

"..." I lost sight of myself, [him]... there is no peace... and... the man... has sinned... too much... in my hands... more than that... thank you, Mr. Rag... without your help... I could not have beaten the Hercules... "

"No... I deserve to be one of them -"

"I believe... that's what you said... I'm so... glad..."

Before finishing my reply, Mr. Rosé continued his words. It's as if you haven't heard me.

There, Hannu, who is closer to her, throws the question.

"Whew, Loltrinse. I'd like to ask you one thing."

"... why, let's..."

If you look closely, Mr. Rose's eyes lost focus and were vain. Half the time already, maybe the consciousness is flying.

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to - what you said to him earlier. After all, is that about you?

Apparently Hannu was concerned, too.

that Mr. Rose and Siglos were half-brothers.

That Photon Blood of Siglos used to be the same malachite green as Mr. Rosé, and that something caused him to blacken into chromium green.

Most importantly, that Siglos has lost his old memory due to too much fusion.

It's the same to me that I'm kind of too abrupt to swallow well, and I've been wondering about it since just now.

Because of the damage done to the flesh, the spirit of Siglos was in a state of instability. It is certain that the wording and the manuscript were blurred, but that is why, honestly, the question remains as to whether it immediately reaches the conclusion that 'the boundaries of self have been obscured by too much fusion'.

Could Ms. Rosé have inflicted mental distress by adding to the emotionally unstable signals and breathing proper lies?

I don't mind because I think that's one form of "revenge," but I still care about the truth.

Mr. Rose's lips move slowly as my gaze and Hannu's gaze concentrate.

"Oh... is that... is that..."

"" Is that...?

The moment Hannu and I had an overlapping voice, Rosé's lid closed.

Then, Kun, his neck nodded and his long ash grey hair covered his face like a curtain.

I don't know, it doesn't work.

…………

I didn't even have to check again. I lost my mind.

Hannu, who was holding Rosé's body all over her body, looked back at me with only her neck. I have eyes for eyes with different colors. Hanu looked a little surprised at first, but soon, he laughed and glanced at the man who was still calling.

"Hmm... it would be impeccable to ask again after waking up to a boulder... well, I have no choice. I don't know what to ask. Shall we forget about this matter? Ugh?"

That's what Lato thinks, isn't it? and Hanu looked up like a cat, so I laughed and nodded, too.

"- Yeah, you are."

Hanu is right, I think it's a very insensitive act to steam this story back after Mr. Rosé wakes up. I'm still curious if Mr. Rosé's story is true or false, but this time you should forget it. Besides, Mr. Rosé is going to be a member of our clusters. Sooner or later, the time may come to hear the truth and falsehood.

When I thought about it, I accidentally deposited the back of Hannu's head in my chest.

"-? Hannu?"

I wonder what's wrong, and when I peek into your face from above, there's nothing about it. Hannu was also sleeping with Suyasuya with his eyelids closed.

"... Could it be that you're asleep...?

Last time I had an amazing complexion due to shooting two shots in a row (Air Ripper), but this time it seemed like I was just usually tired and asleep because it was one shot.

The moment I saw my peaceful sleeping face, I was kind of horrified.

The thread of tension that was stuck also becomes fluffy and loose.

I exhaled toward the sky in a sense of fatigue that had suddenly touched my body.

Right, it's over - for now, the fight.

Even now, twitching and trembling come in. That's right. If I made a mistake, I could have died.

But I managed to survive... I'm glad... and I'm starting to want to sleep a little too. Thoughts come to a blur, like a blur on my head.

Me, Hannu, and Mr. Rose. All three of them, they were all worn out, they were tattered.

- Oh? Speaking of which, it's strangely quiet, and when I looked at Siglos, I guess I was sick of the way May was, Mr. Villey stuck a sheath of swords in his mouth and kept him quiet.

I can hear the groans in agony, far away.

When I heard it without asking, I became more drowsy.

Rosé's temperature, which passes from shoulder to hands, and Hanu's plush, which warms her chest. They're kind of comfortable, and I'm losing my head, and, oh, no, no, no, no.

My consciousness is falling asleep, too, like I'm going to lose my thread.

With Hannu pinched between them, I put my forehead on Mr. Rose's right shoulder. Then Mr. Rosé's head will be on my left shoulder too - we'll be in the shape of a balanced cuddle between the three of us.

Just before closing his eyelids, at the end of the day, it was either fulfilling reality or the other shore of his dreams that the voice from the direction where Mr. Villey was, "Not at all... you really close kids..." was heard with the signs of a smile.

I feel kind of warm and happy dreaming.