The royal capital of the Garlist Kingdom. Or the demonic reigning city of Arche.
It was only by good fortune that Karia-Bardnick was able to save her life when she came face to face with a demon in that land of strife.
The fact that his interception of the demon was only a spur-of-the-moment reaction. And so, the Titan's blood, now flowing thickly in her body, kept her alive.
Otherwise, there was no way she could have bled to overflowing from her limbs and still be alive. If she had been a mere human, she would have lost consciousness the moment her arms and legs were pierced by the tree, and her body would have died out.
Therefore, her survival was undoubtedly supported by her luck and the strength of her body. That is undoubtedly something to be happy about. Under normal circumstances, yes, there would be no one who would not be happy about her survival.
But unfortunately for her, it was not.
--I'd rather go into eternal sleep. How I wish that were true.
In the sewer, a loud roar rang out from the ground. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on. No, it might be more accurate to say that she was powerless.
It's only natural that once your arms and legs are nearly torn off, even with the blood of a giant, they won't recover quickly. In fact, it was astonishing that the numb sensation was still there.
But what little sensation remained was also a devastating blow to Caria's strong but fragile spirit.
I've been defeated, I've been disfigured in front of the one I love, without even being able to do my part.
Every time she thinks about it, a bitter feeling, almost like gastric juice, rises in her chest. But she couldn't help but think about it. Self-loathing, no matter how hard you try to fight it, is something that erodes you from the inside out.
Oh, the horrible misery. I wish it would disappear. Then all my anguish and burning humiliation would disappear. With such desperation, Kalia just looked at the swaying back in front of her.
What's with the silence? You've been having a nightmare or something.
Lugis' voice could be heard from close by. She felt her back move in time with the voice, as she rested her weight on it.
Unable to move even her fingertips, Kalia was simply held on Rougis' back as he led her through the sewers. Since she had been like this since she had regained consciousness, it was probably he who had helped her escape into the sewers. In that case, I couldn't even get out of the crisis by myself. My misery increased even more.
Her limbs swayed and swayed as she reeled in the air. Lugis's body may not be safe either, but only I am being held like this. She rubbed her cheek against the back in front of her, tears threatening to spill.
I want to die. I want to die..." She muttered over and over in her heart, feeling so humiliated and pathetic that she couldn't even fulfill her role.
But when I looked at the back in front of me, I couldn't help but cling to it. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.
"I'm sorry ....... I ...... failed. Whatever you say, just say .......
It was hard to tell whether she was addressing Lugis or her own remorse. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
What if she sighs and says she can't help it? What would I do if he said that with such disappointment and disdain? What should I do? Kalia asks herself reflexively.
I can't even cling to you now. All I can do is lie on the ground and weep miserably.
Lugis said with a sigh. Kalia's thin shoulders were shaking and her face was drained of blood.
"Don't be ridiculous, Kalia. You'll always be perfect. Demon or demon, I've never seen you mess up in front of them.
Kalia's cheeks quivered. In response to Lugis' words, Kalia buried her face in the back in front of her and said nothing. She was just biting down on the emotions in her heart.
She could see her silver hair swaying as if to express her feelings.
Kalia didn't have the words to describe this emotion, but it was definitely something akin to joy. Strangely, she remembered the taste of the mead on her tongue.
I guess I'm the one who screwed up. That bastard got the better of me. I knew the witch was reckless, but I wish she'd know a little better than that.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. While replying to his words, in her heart she was thinking of something else entirely. I know it's out of place, but...
There is no one here but Lugis and Kalia. Of course, there was no one else interrupting the conversation. This kind of situation has become quite rare these days.
These days, there was always someone around him. It could be Fialaert or Elddis, or Mattia or anyone else.
It was strange to be on the run, but it was rare that they could talk as calmly as they did now. Kalia opens her mouth with a hint of affection.
"So, how do you fight this unpredictable monster? How can I kill it?
Kalia asked, as if asking the obvious answer. A smile naturally appeared on her face. In Kalia's mind, there was a time when they were still traveling together. She remembered the time when they were still traveling together, when they were very, very happy.
Lugis lets his shoulders tilt for a moment, then says.
"That's right. There's no such thing as a being that can't be killed. Even heroes, demons, demons, and gods die when they have to. I will kill them.
Even though he is defeated and his whole body is in ruins, Lugis speaks with a lively voice. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.
I'm not sure what you mean by that. If he says it, then it's worth believing. She rubbed her back with an overwhelming sense of attachment, and as soon as she opened her silver eyes, she spoke up.
"Yes. Then I will kill it as you said. I'll kill you.
A silver gaze peeked over Lugis' shoulder and pierced the depths of the sewers. He sees it, too.
Kalia's limbs are still numb and she can't move fully. He's not sure if he can use the black scarlet, or the original.
But he says he can kill it.
Then it must be true. Kalia's silver eyes gleam as she exhales hotly, the blood of the giant coursing through her body. Just as her fingertips were about to lift, a voice came from the corner of her eye.
I'm not sure what to say. People these days are so quick to use foul language. That's called barbarism. Didn't you know that? Or do you know that you're using it? Then you sound like Drigman and I'm sick of it.
Oh, I've named the worst of them, she said.
Shiro hair, pale eyes of a different color than at first. There she was, the girl who should have called herself Leu. She said, her voice still sharp, with blood dripping fearfully from her right arm.
Her face was pale and her breathing was ragged. Fatigue was evident. But her voice remained full of life, as if she did not sense anything wrong with her body. I could see his feet wobbling.
"You're ...... people, people. Then you know how to fix people. Then fix this. I have to go grind up that military elf.
--The same species as Drigman the Controller. Majin. The gem Bau-Agathos said, as if commanding me to fix something.