Chapter 325: 325 322. Beyond the millennial stairs.txt

He's dead.

Your father is dead.

And it's all because of me.

And because I was selfish, it's the worst thing that could happen to me.

'Ugh, ugh. ....... Uhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh--!

I keep mourning and sobbing.

I can't stop crying. I can't stop wailing.

It was as unstoppable as the beating of my heart. If I didn't continue to vent my emotions by continuing to cry, I would be crushed by my sin and die. So, my instincts would keep me crying and wailing, trying to keep me alive.

I don't know how much more I have cried.

I don't even know what happened to me while I was crying.

I've been crying so much that I don't know what's going on.

I'm screaming so much that I almost forget why I'm sad.

Surely, forgetting it will save me.

That forgetting is probably a kind of defense instinct to protect my mind.

I know. So I continue to wish to never forget, even though I am sad. Hearing my own screams, I reaffirm my father's death. And then I scream from my belly as I grieve the death again with all my heart. I keep repeating it.

Death is truly a sad thing. But it's even sadder to forget it. I learned that from my former friend, and I knew that.

I will not repeat the same thing with her, and I will continue to regret it in the middle of the forty-fifth floor, where the battle has passed - in a deserted room.

My father is no longer there. He was killed and taken away.

Ragne, who did that, is no longer here.

He went upstairs, saying he had no interest in me.

I was left behind, and I kept crying and crying and crying and crying - and finally, I shifted (...).

“--?

My wailing was abruptly interrupted.

For a moment, I felt uncomfortable, as if time had stopped - immediately, I raised my face from its prone position and turned backwards vigorously, saying that this was no time for crying.

I felt like someone saw me, someone called out to me, someone told me, and I looked for that someone.

Of course, there was no one there.

Just the walls and the floor, shattered by the magic I had unleashed.

There was no third party present. If there was, it would not be possible for me, this me, to be unaware of it. Even if there was, there is no way that I, the 'one who steals the reason for light', could not notice it. If such a being existed, then it was already--

Hmm. ......--

In the middle of looking around, I recognized the voice of the being I held in my arms.

It had been crying for so long that it was out of my thoughts until now. But it was definitely not something I could continue to leave unattended. Immediately I wipe my tear-stained face with my sleeve and say something other than a scream.

'La, rastiara ......!　Ahhhhhh, blood, blood ......!

In her arms was her sister, bloody and dying.

Even now, blood is still flowing from her abdomen like a gush of water. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. It's natural. I know why, since I created the wound. Because I stabbed it with 'Helmina's Heart', this wound [will never return].

''Ugh, ugh, I won't let you die......!　I will never let you die. ......!　Las Tiaras is definitely a great example of what I'm talking about: ......!

What if it's a wound that won't heal?

I already had the answer to that question.

Other than the owner of this power, the 'one who steals the [Blood's Truth]', the only person who can do something about this wound is me. The pride that the only one who can resist this murderous [Blood's Principle] is the [Light's Principle] that I possess--.

So I hope.

I close my eyelids tightly and hope that I'll be the 'replacement'.

Rustyala Hoozeyers was an honest good kid, and Nosfy Hoozeyers was a bad kid who wasn't honest. After all, he was the one who created this [never to return] wound. I'm not even a bad boy. I am a sinner of the worst kind.

The sinner [I] don't care what happens to me.

So please, please, just save Rastiara.

I don't want anything else. I'm holding the one in my arms and I'm begging you to help me.

Of course, I know that I can only be a 'replacement'. I can't do anything, but please let me save her. Please let me save her, please let me be my 'replacement'.

Please, please, please, please .......

God, the world, or anyone else .......

Please, please, please ......!

Get me and Rustyala at ......!

-- "-- 'Now (...) I'm abandoning the flag (・・・・・・・・)' --

The words of the prayer suddenly slipped out of my mouth.

The moment I understood that it was 'chanting', a heat like a flame lit up in my abdomen.

''Ouch--!

My eyes widen and I shift my gaze from Rustyala's embrace to my own abdomen.

Seeing the new wound created there, I carefully palpate Rastiara's abdomen.

--No (...)

The wound, has shifted.

As I wished, I got a wound 'instead' (...).

A heartfelt rapture gushes out and is quickly counteracted.

A burning heat in my abdomen circles around my entire body, and I feel as painful and suffocating as if I were in a fireplace.

''Guh, ugh--!

It's not just the pain.

The pain is beyond painful, beyond intense.

It sears my brain so unceremoniously that I can't even move a single finger.

This is the kind of pain I am .......

To your precious father and your sister, .......

Regret swells thickly. Now, I can't believe why I did it. I've been trying to get rid of myself at that time. Resentment and anger at myself swelled up, and those feelings, which had nowhere to go, were spat out of my throat.

'Ugh, ahhh!　Ahhhh, ......--!

I want to scream.

I want to scream harder and harder.

I want to scream until my throat is torn, my chest is torn, and all my limbs collapse.

But it's stopped by a faint voice in my chest.

'Nosfies ......?'

A blue-faced Rustyala opens her eyelids and looks up at me with her chest.

I soon learn that I don't have the right to cry out.

Right now, it's more about Rustyala than it is about me. I push back the pain and call out to her to check on her condition.

'...... are you awake?'

The only reason I was able to feign normalcy was because the bleeding from the wound in my abdomen had eased.

I could see for myself that the area around the wound was turning into a 'half corpse' (half monster). Even if the wound couldn't be healed, the reptilian scales covered it and provided a simple tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

Most importantly, the power of the 'stealer of the truth of light' has increased even more now that the 'untreated' has increased. I'm sure it's impossible for me to die properly if I leave my father's death and my sins behind, which have become more and more bloated. The world will never allow me to die in a peaceful way, such as bleeding to death.

That's why I can be convinced that it's best for me to carry this [never to return] wound, not Rastiara, but myself 'instead'. The wounds are painful and painful, but the risk of death is incomparably less. It's a very reasonable division of labor.

''Yeah. Suddenly my body felt better ....... 'Nosfi has recovered?'

Most of all, the sight of her growing blood color in my arms now is probably the best thing I can get in return. A sense of relief, as if the pain was blown away, coursed through my entire body like a drug.

''...... Yes. My recovery magic is the best in the world. You can rest easy now.

I replied proudly and stood up with her in my arms.

Caught up in the moment, Rustyala also stands up and supports her staggering body on her own feet. Realizing that she is no longer in mortal danger, I now jump into her chest.

''Rustyala! ......!　Ahhhh, Rustyala, good for you: ......!

I can hear her heart beating from deep inside my chest where I touch it.

It travels to my cheek and then to my heart. Now I have saved one of my family members. I feel like my sins are a little lighter, and I'm unbearably happy.

''Noooooooo, tickle me ......!　It's okay. It's all right now. ......!　More importantly, now you can go to ......!

Rustyala gently pulls me away from my embrace and quickly surveys the situation on the forty-five levels.

My gaze looks around, ignoring the destroyed furniture and debris and focusing on a single point.

It's a severed human limb floating in a pool of blood.

'Rastiara ....... Your father is ......, already .......

I tried to tell him who it belonged to, but Rustyala nodded without hearing the end of it.

'Yeah, I know. I was in a daze, but I was able to pick up the conversation in bits and pieces: .......

Surprisingly, he hadn't fainted in that miserable state.

This means that she had heard many of those ruthless words from Ragne. Some of them included her words of blame for me.

I was the one who couldn't even move to protect my dying father after saying so much selfishness. I feel so shameful and embarrassed that she knows that, that I almost look away from Rustyala.

But the words thrown at my tormenting me were neither disillusionment nor reprimand, but a confirmation.

'Hey, Nosfi. Let me hear it. To Nosfi, Kanami is 'father' to you, right?

'What ......?　Ah, yes ....... It's a little late now, but ......, I think so ......

'Good. ....... 'I see. So Kanami has arrived ....... In life ...... one step, and that's only for a moment. But you certainly made a difference to yourself.

Rastiara looked at me with gentle eyes.

She almost killed herself, and she killed her beloved. And yet, she still believes in me and loves me.

I can see that, and of course I am confused.

Rastiara approaches the place where your father died and pokes his knee in a pool of blood.

He looks at the remaining limbs and blood and mutters in a very quiet voice.

'So (...), I'm left (・・・・・)

I didn't know what that meant.

I couldn't read his expression and words, whether he was sad, mourning or angry, at all.

No, it's impossible not to be sad.

He's dead. That father is dead. He must be terribly sad, desperate and resentful of the absurdity of this world. Otherwise, it would be strange.

Tears spilled out of her downcast eyes as she looked at the grieving Rustyala.

--But only one drop.

Unlike me, who spilled over a thousand large tears, it was too modest.

I'm not going to be able to get it right. Nosfi.

Then, shaking off even that single tear, Rustyala raised his face, full of life.

She stands up, steps on the floor with her two feet powerfully, and starts moving forward.

The switch is so quick that I have to check her words.

'Where are you going ......?'

Question Ragnet. Why did you do this to me?

Tension rushed through his entire body, making him strong.

--Lagne (...).

At the mere mention of that name, I recede without any enemies, and my back teeth begin to tremble.

More weak words gush out of the back of my throat.

''And ask, what are you going to do?　Hearing that won't bring your father back ....... No matter what the content is, there's no meaning ....... There's no point in chasing after that man anymore .......

All the cells were screaming at him not to face Ragne again.

It's not just about the achievement of beating your father. That was dangerous. He's a person who is so greedy for power and so committed to victory like that. No one has ever been so specialized in terms of fighting and killing each other.

I wanted to say that any enmity with her would be suicide.

But Lastiara shook her head quietly at the suggestion.

'There's no such thing. Instead of those killed, I think those left behind need to know why ....... And if there's a convincing reason there, then I think Kanami will be convinced that he was killed.

'A convincing reason for being killed: ......?　--Are you nuts?　It's not possible for anyone, anywhere in the world, to be the only one!　Don't say anything crazy!

I understand that the question you are asking is 'why you killed him'. However, I could not understand the way he talked as if he would forgive me depending on the content. It's too improbable.

But now that I was angry, Rustyala was surprised that I was angry. Then, as if touching a boil, she carefully conveys her side of the story.

'What?　Is that so funny ......?　Maybe if Kanami were still alive, he'd say the same thing: ....... First of all, the story was more than payback, it was Kanami's habit and ......

When I hear that, I am lost for words to return.

Indeed, your father would have said it.

Even against me, who is such an absurd, troublesome and worst enemy, your father did not try to fight to the end. He reached out to me, risking his life. I can't say that he wouldn't do something similar to Ragne. It's very possible.

It is, but it is impossible to duplicate the idea.

There is no way I can. Normally, when someone you care about is killed, you can't talk about it calmly.

I don't understand ....... It's crazy. That's not right .......

He repeats the words he said to his father to Rustyala.

She doesn't deny it, but accepts it with a dry laugh.

''I'm ...... sorry. I knew my (...) was light. No, this place has been prepared for me and Kanami to die today in the first place, so maybe that's why?

He looked like an inmate who was willing to die, and I couldn't bear to think that I was the one who made him prepare for it.

Naturally, I couldn't help but stop him.

''-- Don't tell me you're going to die!　That's not something to be said lightly!　Absolutely not!　It's no good!

If Rastiara dies now, it will truly be the end for me. I will lose what little meaning there is left in life, and I will be left alone, never to stand up again.

That is more terrifying than death.

I walk up to her and wish to cling to her.

'Please ....... Rastiara, please don't let you die alone .......

Rustyala looked troubled by the plea.

And then, at the end of it--.

...... I'll do my best not to die.

He didn't make any promises.

At the same time, I remember your father's words earlier.

''If it happens,'' he said, ''we'll die together,'' ''then I'll die with you, Rustyala and I will die for you.''

So she might not be afraid to go in front of Ragne, that killing intent itself. Rather, if she finds a convincing reason from Ragne, then together--''

'Nosfi, I'm sorry, but I'm going after Ragne, even if I'm alone. It's not just to ask why this time: ...... I also want to find out why Lagune-chan took the body. Maybe there's something in the corpse. And depending on that something, I think there's still hope. Something that can be reversed, I'm sure there's still something that can be reversed: ......

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Rastiara turns her golden twin eyes toward me, teary-eyed.

The words are bright, tinged with hope, but ...... their too bright glow dazzles my eyes and brain.

I was afraid to look into the eyes of my loved ones.

The golden color is so deep that when you stare at it, you feel like you're being sucked into it, and the depths of your chest wobble. Without a doubt, they are not ordinary human eyes. It's not just the same as mine, it's the same as the 'Jewelculus', but it's also very different from me.

-- that's the difference between Tiara-sama and me, which I felt keenly even a thousand years ago.

The most important difference would be the form of love.

Las Tiara, who is too positive even after losing her beloved, is clearly a deeply distorted form of love.

The word "light" that she herself just said is not a mistake. Lady Tiara was also light in many ways. However, instead of sacrificing that weight, her love is incredibly wide and deep (・・・・).

Because of that 'light, wide, and deep love', Rastiara seems to take it for granted that 'death is impossible to separate two people who love each other. Even if they are separated by life, love is immortal as long as their souls are connected. It's not about touching each other, it's about understanding each other, and that's the truth.

-- that's why we can afford this.

It would be crazy, to say the least.

However, your father's sense of love was just as unusual, so maybe this was the balance.

I knew it, but the one who is 'most' loved by your father right now is Rustyala, and the one who is 'closest' to him is also Rustyala. It's not me.

If that 'first' Rastiara, Rastiara, says there is hope, then I thought it was possible.

'Does that mean your father is alive ......?　You're not dead yet after being in that state ......?

'I think it's possible. What do you think of Nosfi, who lived a thousand years ago (...)?　Has this ever happened before?

Rustyala's immediate response is too dazzling and strange.

If I keep facing her, it's going to drive me crazy.

Naturally, I'm at a loss for a response.

Your father died before my eyes. He was stabbed in the heart, slashed in the hands and feet, and had his neck bone cut off. How could he stay dead with that?

The only way it was possible was if he had become a monster, but your father was a man to the end. He definitely died as a human being, with Ragne keeping a watchful eye on him.

That's what my reasoning was answering - but it was the word 'a thousand years ago' that stuck with me. As if there was a string of memories connected to it, I remembered a single past and the words spilled out of my mouth.

'A thousand years ago ....... If you want to call it hope, you can use ......, my real 'magic', or ......

A very long time ago, I heard a story that was close.

The Sith and Diprakra once said that the power of the Stealer of the Reason of Light was to hold the world together. And they wished me to use that power to save the world and lead it to peace.

However, there was one person - Legacy had presented me with a different use for it.

That was the 'Elixir of Immortality' magic. At the time, I didn't feel the need for it at all, and I didn't listen to it, but it was as if it was for this moment.

''If the magic utilizes the reasoning of my stolen world, I can give one person - 'Elixir of Immortality'.

"'Elixir of Life' ......?　Can Nosfi use that magic: ......?

'One of the apostles who made me said I could do it. No great preparation or sacrifice is required. If I do it, that's all it takes to bring one person back to life.

Of course, I'm not sure.

It's natural since I've never been conscious of using such magic.

The [Reason of Light] that I used on Rastiara just now is the first time. However, if you aim at a realm much further from there, I think it's not an ...... impossible magic. Even those who died as humans might be able to be cured.

In the middle of seriously examining the possibilities of magic like that.

"Nosfi, is there no 'price' for that magic?

People ask me what is lost in exchange for that power.

There were many things that came to mind for me. There are really too many to worry about.

But to speak of them would cause me to worry. I would hide many of them and answer the most benign ones.

'There is ......, but I'm fine with it. The 'price' of 'that which steals the reason for the light' is 'to have an honest heart', which is relatively easy. Now I'm covered in 'cost', but it's not that hard to be--!

Before I could finish, I was hugged.

Rustyala doesn't let me continue by tucking my head into his chest and hugging me tightly. Immediately I break out of the embrace and voice my doubts.

''--Huh, puh-uh. Rastiara......?

'No, I just thought it was absolutely painful ....... Well, I'm sorry I wasn't Kanami. You've done a great job of being on your own ...... until today. Being forced to 'be honest with your mind' is just plain torture. It's torture. It's really awesome, Nosfi is ......

What I thought was most benign, Rustyala said, was not something I could tolerate.

Then he stroked my head in a complimentary manner.

'Yes, no ....... That's not ....... That's not, is .......

I tried to refuse to make a big deal out of it - and my voice stifles.

Her gentle, warm palms shatter the shell of my heart.

The wounds within that shell come to my mind. A thousand years ago, the days when I was made as a tool, and ended up breaking my heart, chasing after my father, 'chanting' and fighting.

All those wounds were worked on, comforted, and praised for their good work, and I can't help but feel the heat behind my eyes.

--I feel like I'm going to cry.

But you mustn't cry.

As I said to myself, there is no such thing.

It is not a good time to say that I am in a position to be sad or painful. The person who drove your father into a corner and made him suffer has absolutely no right to think that way--

But it's too comfortable to be stroked on the head, and my vision is getting narrower and narrower everywhere. Even now, I feel like I'm going to be completely blocked.

That Rustyala who reached out to me, who risked his life for me, who believed in me even when he stabbed me in the gut, who told me he was my family, is stroking me.

It's not just behind my eyes. The bottom of my stomach is also hot. Most of all, my heart is fuzzy and fluffy and full of good things.

It's a feeling I haven't had since I took on my father's emotions instead a thousand years ago, and it's a feeling I've only ever had once since.

Not good. If I don't, I will be ....... I'm ......--.

No!

And anyway, I think it's worth a try: ......!　Honestly, it's a magic I'm not so sure about, but I'll come to that magic, no matter what I lose!　Let me challenge you!

I shake off the petting and scream.

Rustyala sees this and starts to growl.

'Hmm ....... When you say 'no matter what you lose' there, it's complicated because I feel like it's not worth Kanami and I's efforts ....... After all that dressing up and coming to help, we ended up being saved in the opposite direction......

He bites his lip and looks seriously frustrated.

I guess this doesn't make him feel like he's helping me. Now I can see that Rustyala is trying to think of a way to turn things around without making me use real magic.

''No!　You guys saved my life!　And now it's my turn to help you!　I'm going to pay you back for being selfish all these years!　We have to give it back!　I'm afraid of Ragne, but I'll manage to get through to her ...... and use my magic on your father's body!　I'll take care of her...

As I strengthened myself, I felt a rush of fear at my own words.

To exploit that lagnet's gap?

And with a magic that's never been tried before, you're going to succeed in a one-shot production?

I'm anxious - or rather, my reasoning is telling me that it's absolutely impossible.

Cold sweat poured out of my mouth, and the heat flew away from my face, which had been warmed up so much. I try desperately to stop my body from shaking again, trying not to let it worry me. But.

'We'll all keep you down, Ragne. Nosfi is not alone anymore. We're here for you, so you can rely on us more. ......

That look was destroyed before it was complete.

Rustyala notices my inner thoughts and shakes his head, saying he doesn't have to, and tries to take my hand in his. I don't disobey it, I accept the warmth of Rustiala's hand and shake my head.

'...... yes. Please. ...... Maybe I will never win against Ragne.

There was a lesson from a former friend.

If I continued to be strong here alone, I would eventually crumble and fail. Knowing that, I didn't continue to be strong.

Seeing that honest me, Rustyala smiled and nodded back.

''Yeah. ...... Well then, now that we've got the story straight, it's time to go. ...... If we're going to go see him, it looks like we'd better hurry up.

This exchange set us in motion.

But before I could do so, Lastiara pointed to the things scattered on the floor.

'Oh, these limbs are ......'

'Well, yes. I'll put it in my magic.

I put your father's right arm, left arm, right leg, and left leg into my 'possessions' with a raised eyebrow, in case I need them one day.

'Oops. That's a handy one to match Kanami. I see you can do Nosfies too.

'Yes. I practiced it because my background was right: ......

It was only natural, considering my birth, but I had the aptitude for both spellcraft and dimensional magic.

Remembering how I had practiced so hard to catch up with my abandoned father a thousand years ago, Rustyala walked on, relying on the bloodstains leading from where her limbs had been.

The staircase leading to the forty-sixth floor was where they were headed.

'This Kanami blood, it's leading upwards: ......

'Yes, he said he was going to the Senate, so ......

I follow behind him.

The reason it's behind me and not next to me is so I don't have to see the hand holding my abdomen.

With every step I take, I feel a sharp, stabbing pain.

If I have to go up the stairs, my voice almost leaks out in pain.

Still, I cautiously pretend to be healthy and follow Rustyala's back.

Following the blood, on my way to the top of Hoozeyards Castle, I encounter a pool of blood that covers all the bloodstains.

'--...... this!

It was Ragne. This way of dying, I'm sure of it.

There are several dead bodies in the pond.

By looking at their expressions, you can guess the circumstances of their deaths.

There are few faces contorted with pain, and most of them are surprised. Most of them must have passed away without realizing that they were dead.

And all of them are wounded, one in each of the vital areas. The blood is still flowing, raw and freshly slain. It's consistent with the traits of the woman we're following now.

Let's hurry. If we stay too long, people might come.

I urged Rustyala, who was standing still with a frown on his face, to move on.

Rustyala understood that there was no time to mourn the dead, and we passed through a horrific pool of blood and up more stairs.

Along the way, several corpses were lying around, killed in a variety of ways.

They were probably the knights who would have been guarding these stairs. That's what has killed them all. However, thanks to this, we can easily reach the room on the top floor where the 'Senate' is waiting for us.

Naturally, the old men of the "Senate" were dead. There were no guards or anything else, not even a single survivor on the path Lagune seemed to have taken.

We assumed that Ragne was waiting for us in the "Senate" room, but we found a blood trail leading up to the rooftop and decided to go up the stairs.

There was another corpse there as well.

A female corpse - I believe it was the person Ragne had said was special before. Even that special person has become a corpse, staining the inside of the narrow staircase.

We make our way down that red path and finally we reach the top.

The top of Hooziyaz Castle. It's so high that the cold morning breeze is blowing in from right beside us, along with the clouds.

As we came out on the roof, our eyes were blinking in the golden morning sun.

'Wow, a beautiful place: ......'

Rustyala's eyes widened as he stepped outside.

Then she walked up to the edge of the rooftop and bathed her whole body in its golden wind, clouds and sunshine.

...... beautiful?

It's a beautiful landscape for sure.

It's like being in the sky, and it's a bit uplifting. But right now it's anything but. Instead of going to the edge of the rooftop, I follow the blood trail leading from the stairs alone.

The blood trail went to the edge of the rooftop once, just like Rastiara - and then continued to the atrium in the center of the rooftop.

'Rastiara, the blood is right there ......'

Throwing this information at her back, she apologized in a panic, "Sorry," she apologized, and quickly ran off to the nearest stairwell.

Rastiara stared at the depths of the stairwell with her eyes.

'I guess Ragne-chan went downstairs. ...... is the lowest level with the most magical power?'

Even with her good eyesight, as expected, she couldn't seem to grasp the situation down to the bottom.

However, she sensed a wave of magical power and determined that a fierce battle was taking place in the Hoosiers' basement.

I can feel it too. Honestly, I'm full of magic power that makes me feel nostalgic.

''If we're going to go down, maybe we should meet up with Dia and the others on the 20th floor first. ......?

After all, when I got to the rooftop, Ragne wasn't there.

Rustyala decides on that next appointment and turns his shining twin eyes not to the stairwell, but to me on the roof. Then he reaches out his right hand.

I don't have to ask.

Into this hole, Rustiala is going to jump.

Considering the trail of blood, Ragne must have fallen down as well. Without a doubt, Lagune is down there. When I thought that, I couldn't take the first step to grab that right hand.

Honestly, I want to run away.

If that lagne is down there, I want to run up.

Higher than the rooftop of Hoozeyards Castle, much, much higher. To the far reaches of the sky--.

I'll be fine.

As if she read my mind, Rustyala whispered with a smile.

Instantly, my attention turned not to Ragnet in my head, but to Rustiala in front of me.

Her hair was dominating.

Her long, shimmering hair flickered as it melted into the golden sky as the clouds flowed by.

I thought it was beautiful.

By combining it with Rastiara, I was able to let the emotions that I could never have in this landscape alone come from my heart now.

It's a long time since I've felt that way.

How long has it been since I've felt this way?

Maybe since a thousand years ago, when I was taking care of my father.

I felt as if I had grasped a part of what I had been chasing for a long time.

Since that day, I've moved forward, believing that the righteous will be rewarded anyway, and I've kept fighting - until I came to the rooftop of Hoosier's Castle a thousand years later.

There, waiting for me was Rustyala Hoozeyars.

Not your father, but a girl who was born to be a substitute, just like me.

A 'Magic Stone Human (Jewelculus)' who is not a stranger to me because of a strange connection.

I was fascinated by her appearance, and I was caught by her--I took her hand.

''--Yes.''

Without thinking, I answered.

Rustyala pulls my body to him and falls backwards.

Thus, we fall together into the hole.

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