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 Volume 8: The Directionless and Ungrateful

Chapter 4: The Heart That Won’t Drown in Despair


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They were walking an uncharted path.


They left Roland for Nelpha, then continued along the main road towards the north for a while. Then they veered pretty far off on side roads and continued to progress to the west. Then they left even those to push through weeds even taller than they were.


“…Hmgh.” Ryner’s arms were crossed and he was deep in thought.  


Tiir was in front of him, pushing the weeds aside for them to walk through. “What have you been thinking so hard about these past few days?”


“Mmmmm.”


“What, you’re ignoring me? Er, I mean, look. Ryner, I know that you’ve had to mull over a lot of shocking truths since we’ve met, like you not being human and all. But I don’t think it’s a good thing for you to still be that worried about it.”


Ryner just looked up at the sky. “Hm hm hmm.”


Tiir sighed, then continued timidly. “Um… could you at least help me get through these weeds? We might make it there a little faster if you did… I guess we’re almost there, though…”


Ryner finally looked up and met Tiir’s eyes.


Relief washed through Tiir. “Ah, you’re finally going to talk to me—”


Ryner didn’t hear the rest. He was too focused on staring into Tiir’s eyes. His scarlet crosses. “Elemio…”


Tiir scowled. “That again? I don’t know what Elemio is. You’ve said it again and again, but… ah, is it the name of your lover?”


“Lover?”


Tiir looked like he’d finally been saved from the endless loop they’d been stuck in. “Finally! A reaction! I’m right then, aren’t I? So that’s your lover’s name…”


Ryner ignored Tiir again. He just stared back up at the sky. “Elemio… a lover… Yeah, it does kinda sound like a girly name.”


“Wait, it’s not your lover’s name? Then what… ugh, you’re just going to look back up at the sk—”


“Tiir.”


“Yes! Yes, let’s tal—”


“I’m kind of busy thinking things over, so can you be quiet for a while…?”   


“What!?” Tiir said, but started to sulk once it set in. “Well, that’s okay… We’re going to be with the others soon anyway…”


They’d meet the others soon, huh? The other Alpha Stigma bearers… no, all the other Cursed Eye bearers. But if that was the case, then he really had to think about this now - the truth that he’d missed until now, the truth that’d finally fallen into the palm of his hands.


What were his eyes?


Ryner pressed an eyelid up with his fingers.


He was finally getting an idea of what they were.


He thought of the words that voice had spoken when he went berserk.


“You mean to kill me? Kill me with your current power? With items such as Elemio’s? You are nothing but a worm crawling on the ground. Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha. Disappear. disappear. DISAPPEAR. Everything is nothing. Idle. Return to nothing.”


“Elemio…” 


“That again…? If it’s not a woman, then I suppose it’s a man. Are you gay, then?” Tiir asked. He sounded tired of the topic altogether.


But it wasn’t a human’s name. At least, Ryner didn’t think so.


He believed it was part of the name of one of those spies from Gastark’s weapon’s. Sui’s. He’d called it Elemio’s Comb. He didn’t know what it did, though, since Ryner’s berserk powers had destroyed it without him ever getting to use it… It was probably a Heroic Relic, though.


“You mean to kill me? Kill me with your current power? With items such as Elemio’s?”


The monster in his Alpha Stigma seemed to know. Not just the name Elemio, but what it did, too.


It made him think. What if his eyes were a kind of relic too?


“……”


Ryner’s expression clouded over. He crossed his arms.


“…That’d just deepen the mystery…”


“I think you’re the mystery here, Ryner…”


Ryner ignored Tiir’s exhausted voice. He had something far more important to worry about - that voice.


“With items such as Elemio’s?”


What about that part?


The voice had been referring to the comb. Or the power inside the comb. That or… maybe there was someone inside the comb. Someone who went by the name Elemio.


“…Is there a minor god in there or something? Man, if that isn’t straight out of a fairy tale…”


His two possible conclusions were very different - the comb simply had a strange power, or it held a minor god which gave it its power.


The same went for his eyes.


He might be the monster… or it might be something, someone inside of him that sometimes woke to kill.


Its voice descended.


“A god. A demon. An evil god. A hero. A monster. What did you guys call me? What was I called? Hahahah.”


It fell into him.


“In the beginning, there was destruction. We didn’t create, bless, or save. We just erased until everything was pure white.”


It echoed in his head even though he didn’t want to hear it.


That’s why he’d thought it was his own voice. The voice of a monster gone mad. But Tiir said he heard it, too. The voice wasn’t just Ryner’s.


It had echoed through Tiir’s mind while he was still in the womb.


“Kill the original prey. Devour those lowly humans.”


Tiir took it as divine orders.


Kill the humans. Kill your precious, beloved people. Destroy everything.


But… 


“Who are you…?”


Who was ordering them?


Tiir whipped around, shocked. “Huh? I’m Tiir Rumibul. I introduced myself a while ago…”


“No no no, I’m not talking to you,” Ryner said, flustered.


“You’re not…? Then…” Tiir looked around, restless. No one else was with them. After confirming that, he suddenly thought of another possibility. “R-Ryner, you aren’t on drugs, are you?”


“I don’t do that stuff. Seriously.”


“Then your hallucinations are—”


“I’m not hallucinating.”


“Ryner, you shouldn’t do this stuff. Drugs are something those inferior humans do, not us—”


“I just told you that I don’t do drugs!” Ryner yelled.


Tiir still seemed worried. “Well, if you say so. Because if you did, we’d need to wait for all the drugs to leave your system before seeing the others.” He turned back to the weeds to push through some more. “We’re almost there. We’re almost to the others.”


Ryner looked up, over the weeds. They’d been walking through them without a path for the past two days. Now there was finally a sight of life through the weeds - a little cabin had come into view. “Mh? All the Cursed… I mean, God’s Eye bearers fit nice and snug in one cabin?”


Tiir looked deeply moved by happiness. “Finally… finally, you’ve asked me a normal question…!”


“Just answer me, okay?”


“Of course. I’ll answer anything as long as you have a real conversation with me. Uh, what was your question again?”


“From here, it kinda looks like all the world’s God’s Eyes bearers live inside one shabby cabin?”


“Oh, no. This is a temp house.”


“So the real place is somewhere else?”


“Yeah. In the Central Continent…”


 So that’s how it was. “So is this your southern branch office or something?”


“No, we’re not interested in the Southern Continent,” Tiir said. “We’ll move out in the next few days.”


“Huh, really? Why?” Ryner asked.


“Because my job will have finished. We’ve pretty much gathered up all the God’s Eye bearers in the south… so now we need to take everyone and go home.”


“…Hm. So that’s how it works,” Ryner said with a nod.


Tiir smiled sincerely once again. Like he was truly happy that Ryner was acknowledging him.


“……”


But Ryner had mixed feelings about that smile.


“Those inferior humans.”


He felt like a different person now, but he’d spat those words just a moment ago. What made Tiir feel that they were so different? It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand why Tiir hated humans, knowing how they treated Cursed Eye bearers, but… 


“…….”


Ryner looked up at the cabin. It was a little wooden thing, completely isolated from human society. Would all the Cursed Eye bearers here think the same as Tiir? Would they all believe that they were superior and humans were inferior? Were they all alright with every human in the world dying? Did the leaders of this organization pressure or force the others into thinking that way?


Either way, it sounded like a difficult place to get along with others in. Ryner scrunched up his nose at the thought.


“We have to stay together. We’re persecuted by the inferior majority, after all,” Tiir said. “So I’ve kind of been acting as everyone’s mentor and gathering us all up.”


Ryner narrowed his eyes. “So you’re in charge here?”


“Yeah?” Tiir said with ease, nodding.


“So?”


“Huh? So what?” Tiir said, tilting his head in confusion.


“Don’t ‘so what?’ me. You just lied, right? You’re not really in charge.”


Tiir’s eyes widened. “Uwah, you noticed? That’s amazing, Ryner. When did you realize that?”


“That doesn’t really matter,” Ryner said, tired. But he ended up repeating what Tiir said anyway. “…’Because my job will have finished.’”


“Ah, my bad,” Tiir said. Job… yeah. That’s right, I’m doing this because someone told me to. I’m not really in charge.”


“Hold up,” Ryner said. “Doesn’t that go against what you said before, though…? You said, ‘ 

I’d never lie to my allies,’ or somethin’. And now you’re lying.”


Tiir smiled, calm as could be. “But it wasn’t really a lie. I’m our public leader.”


Public leader… so Tiir played the part to cover the fact that someone else was there, then.


Then that meant… 


“…You guys have enemies?” There wouldn’t be any reason to go out of their way to hide this if they didn’t. Of course one could say that all of humanity was their enemy. But the average person shouldn’t pose a threat to someone as strong as Tiir. So there had to be something out there that did threaten them. Enough to hide their true leader. “Is it Gastark?” Ryner asked.


Tiir’s expression changed instantly. Apparently Ryner hit the bull’s eye, as Tiir was stuck somewhere between shocked and happy. “Amazing… I’ve noticed over the past few days that you’re really pretty impressive, but I didn’t realize you were this capable. I’m sure our leader will be happy, too, if smart people like you keep joining us.”


Ryner wanted to hold his head in his hands. Because Tiir’s organization was fighting Gastark. Honestly, it was really obvious that that was the case if he just thought about it for a few seconds. Because Gastark had people roaming the continent to hunt Cursed Eye bearers. Tiir was searching the continent for them, too. They’d naturally collide before long.


And when they did collide… the Cursed Eyes would probably lose without much of a fight. Because no matter how much everyone said Tiir was invincible, that was only against regular humans.


Ryner recalled the weapons Sui and Kuu used. They were Heroic Relics, though they called them Rule Fragments… One was the Scythe of Ailuchrono, capable of giving its user super reflexes and freezing anything it touched. Another was a dagger that, when stabbed into an arm or other body part, could become a fire-breathing dragon… 


“……”


The fire dragon wasn’t one they had to begin with, either. Ryner had thrown it away because he didn’t know how to use it, and they were the ones who picked it up… 


Gastark’s weapons held power that couldn’t feasibly be recreated with modern magic.


In comparison, the Cursed Eyes… 


Take Ryner. His Alpha Stigma could be used to understand and replicate magic. Tiir’s Iino Doue operated differently, but it had the same effect as Ryner’s, in the end - he could devour the opponent’s magic, then use it against them by increasing his physical abilities. Both of their powers used their opponent’s magic.


But the Heroic Relics weren’t magic. Their power came from something else entirely.


Even if Ryner looked at them with his Alpha Stigma, he still wouldn’t understand how they were made or how they used fire or ice.


Basically, Cursed Eyes were really incompatible with the Heroic Relics.


Tiir might seem invincible against a normal opponent, but his hands were tied the second he fought an opponent who wouldn’t use magic.


It was much easier for a Cursed Eye bearer to fight opponents with relics by using magic normally instead of relying on their eyes. Although Ryner and Ferris usually chose to run when faced with Sui and Kuu… it was still possible for Ryner to fight with magic.


Tiir couldn’t do that, though. His eyes were always active, sucking the spirit from the air. As useful as that ability was, it also meant that he couldn’t fire that energy in magic. It’d just get sucked back in even if he tried. So he was completely incapable of using magic. How should he fight Gastark, then?


“…By the way, have you ever fought anyone from Gastark before?” Ryner asked.


“……”


Tiir didn’t answer. But that in itself was an answer of sorts.


Ryner was seriously glad he didn’t bring Arua here. Because Gastark had already painted a big, fat target on this organization. He couldn’t bring Arua somewhere dangerous like that.


Come to think of it… 


“…So this is kind of an anti-Gastark organization, right?” Ryner asked.


But just then, he heard a noise.


“What’s that?” Ryner said and looked towards the sound. The door to the cabin had opened and a young boy stood in the entrance. He had black hair down to his shoulders and black eyes, and he was still really little - probably only about four or five years old. He looked around the weeds intently.


And then he saw Ryner and Tiir. His face instantly filled to the brim with happiness. “Ah, ah, ah, ahh!! T-Tiir!!” He yelled and burst out in a run towards them.


Four more children jumped out of the cabin thanks to the commotion, looked over at them, and then ran towards them with the same excitement. It wouldn’t be strange if they tripped— 


“Gyah!!”


“Ow!”


And there two of them went… 


They were fine, though. They stood themselves back up in no time to continue their sprints over.


The kids jumped up and latched onto Tiir one after another.


“Were you waiting for me?” Tiir asked with a gentle smile as he pet their little heads.


A little girl who was on the verge of tears answered. “Y-you’re late!”


“Yeah! Even though I was waiting the whole time!” Another one of the boys said.


Tiir pet their heads one by one as they yelled. “I see. Were you all good kids while I was gone?”


They all nodded at once.


“I, I was a good kid…”


“I was a better kid!!”


“But y-you ate my cake!”

 And so on and so on.


Ryner was actually more surprised about Tiir than how loud the kids were. He felt a kindness radiating off of him - his gaze, his tone, everything - that Ryner had never felt from him before.


Then Tiir turned that kind expression towards Ryner. “You asked if I’ve ever fought Gastark before, right?”


“Yeah.”


Tiir kept petting the children’s heads as he spoke. The fact that they were dear to him was unmistakable. “Of course I have. And I ran away, as my friends were killed and killed in front of my eyes. Every now and then I cross paths with them when the only ones with me are kids like this. And… then there’s nothing I can do. Thirty-eight… all murdered. Their eyes were harvested… and there was nothing I could do about it.”


The memory brought pain to Tiir’s face. 


“Is that why you hate humans so much?” Ryner asked.


Tiir shook his head. “No… I’ve hated humans since I was born. Iino Doue and Will Heim enter this world hearing God’s voice and knowing the truth - that we’re fundamentally incompatible with humans. But Alpha Stigma, Torch Curse, and Ebra Crypt are different. You God’s Eyes who can’t hear God’s voice are raised by humans, scorned by them, and abused by them… and yet you still say that you love them. You’re the same way, aren’t you? You still love humans. Am I wrong?”


“You’re right.”


Tiir smiled. “Thank you for being honest.”


“Mm? You aren’t gonna try and correct me?”


“There’s no need.”


“Why?” Ryner asked.


“Because you’ll soon give up that naive way of thinking anyway.”


“Will I really?”


Tiir’s smile didn’t falter. “They killed children in front of my eyes so they could steal their eyes. And they were happy about it… they cheered about ‘exterminating the monsters.’ They stole seventy-six eyes. And they laughed.”


Tiir tore his eyes from Ryner to look back at the kids. He resumed petting their heads. “I can’t let that happen to these kids,” Tiir said. “I can’t let them hear that ugly laughter. They’ve been through so much already… They’ve been called monsters, demons, things… By the time I get to them, some of them won’t raise their heads or speak anymore. And they all say the same thing once they do - ‘I’m a monster, but I don’t want to hurt the people I love.’ But…”


Tiir raised his saddened face to look at Ryner. “Who’s really the monster?” He spat.


“……”


Ryner couldn’t say anything to that. Because he was the same as them.


They called him a monster. Feared him. Loathed him. Abused him.


He hated it. He didn’t want people to call him a monster. He didn’t want to hurt others. He didn’t want to kill anyone.


So please… please, no one touch him.


“……”


So he averted his eyes. He wouldn’t look at the world. He stayed neutral, like he had no interest in anything. He acted like nothing had anything to do with him. He closed himself off inside a shell.


He wouldn’t touch anyone so he couldn’t hurt them.


He’d shake their hands off so he couldn’t hurt them.  


And he ran. And ran. And ran.


He ran until his act became the truth.


He didn’t feel anything. He didn’t have anything to do with anyone. He didn’t care what happened to the world.


He was just tired, day in and day out.


He did nothing. He had no purpose. He just let time pass around him.


“……”


Ryner watched the kids play with Tiir for a moment. Then Tiir caught his gaze.


“…I want to protect these kids,” Tiir said. “I want to create a world where they can smile… so I’m really happy when strong people like you join us.” Tiir smiled. “Welcome, Ryner Lu—”


“Strong? And he’s joining?” One of the boys asked. “Ah, are you gonna be our friend!?”


 “Well?” One of the other boys asked. “What kind of eyes do you have? Do you have the Alpha Stigma like we d—”


“Who cares about that!” A girl interrupted. “Tell us your specialty instead!”

Ryner was overwhelmed by their rapid-fire questions. “Uh, um, my specialty? Uh… can you give me an example?”


The girl scowled, annoyed. “Geez. I’m talking about stuff like tag and hide-and-seek and that kind of stuff!”


“O-oh, that kind of specialty…”


“By the way, um, Tiir’s specialty is playing house!”


“Y-you’re kidding, right!?” Ryner asked, shocked to the core. But Tiir just laughed at his questioning look.


“So what’s your specialty?” A kid asked again. “Answer meee.”


Ryner took a minute to think. A long minute. “N, napping,” was the answer he finally settled on.


The kids exchanged a look. And then, “You’re useless to usss!!!” They yelled in unison.


“But even if you yell at me…”


“Napping, huh? I like that,” someone said from behind the kids. “I like napping too.”


Ryner turned to look. It was a boy… no, teenager - about fifteen or sixteen years old - with the same black hair and eyes that Ryner had been seeing a lot lately.


“Lafra,” Tiir said. “You were right. I found Ryner in the inn in Estabul that you said he’d be in.”


“The inn in Estabul?” Ryner repeated. He scowled. That was where he’d met Tiir, who killed the inn’s owners… and who he betrayed Sion and Ferris for. “What do you mean, just like he said? How did you know I was there? Was it an eye power?”


Lafra smiled, then closed his eyes. He soon reopened them. When he did, there were two scarlet dots  on top of each other in each eye. It was a different sort of symbol than the Alpha Stigma’s pentagram and Iino Doue’s cross.


“Well, you definitely don’t have the Alpha Stigma,” Ryner said.


“Yes. That’s right. My eyes are the Ebra Crypt. I can alter people’s dreams.”


“Alter dreams…? So you can change people’s dreams up?”


“Yes,” Lafra said and nodded.


Ryner tilted his head. “You mean the dreams people have when they’re sleeping, right?”


“Yes, those dreams.”


“That’s all?”


“That’s all.”


“Hm… but that’s, like… what can you even do with that?” Ryner asked.


Lafra looked up at the sky as he seemed to recall something. And then he spoke. “What kind of impossible dreams do you ugly monsters have?”


“…Wha…”


That was… what Lucile had said to him… 


“H, how do you know that?” Ryner asked.  


“…Sorry. About your dreams…”

“You’ve been peeking!?” Ryner yelled.


“…Y, yes,” Lafra said, a little flustered. “To be precise, I fiddled with your dream in my mind… b-but please don’t worry. I can hardly tell what dreams are about from so far away. I really only know bits and pieces.”


“……”


Ryner was fed up with this guy just by looking at his expression. He had a weak sort of look on his face that screamed that he was easy to hurt. It was the exact kind of expression that Ryner used to make. So Ryner didn’t have to guess what Lafra had been through. Because it was already written all over his face.


Lafra had the ability to see into people’s dreams. Into their desires. He could see everything that people wanted to keep secret. And he didn’t want that power. He thought it was gross.


Don’t come near. Don’t come near, monster. He must’ve heard that lots.


Everyone here was like that.


“…Well, whatever,” Ryner mumbled. He lowered his gaze to the children. They were running around excitedly and playing with Tiir even while Ryner talked to Lafra. Apparently they were all Alpha Stigma bearers.


Everyone here was a Cursed Eyes bearer.


And the looks on their faces, the look on Lafra’s face, probably ever the look on Ryner’s face… they were all the same.


“……”


They were right. Everyone here was on the same side. Even if their eyes were a little different, they’d all thought the same things before. They wanted to be close to people because they loved them, but they also wanted to stay away from people. Because they loved them.


“…You’re just as kind as I knew you’d be, Ryner,” Lafra said.


“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Ryner asked and scrunched up his nose.


Lafra smiled. “When I said that I can alter your dreams, your first reaction was that you didn’t like that. That it made you mad. But you soon thought of my side of things and sympathized with me instead. You’re very kind…”


Listening to that was honestly kind of irritating. “I’m really not.”


“You are.”


“Why do you even—”


“You may have already realized it,” Lafra interrupted. “But Ebra Crypt bearers such as myself are searching for the God’s Eyes bearers scattered across the world.”


Ryner had no idea what that had to do with if he was kind or not… but at the same time, he was relieved from the change in conversation. He doubted that there was anyone who was comfortable with being called kind right to their face. It was embarrassing!


And… 


“……”


If he were actually kind, he would’ve killed himself before he ever hurt anyone else. But he didn’t. Because he was someone who killed those he held special, but wouldn’t die.


Ryner forced himself to stop thinking about that and go back to what Lafra was talking about.


“So you’re finding us Cursed Eyes bearers through our dreams, right? But can you really find us just like that?”


Lafra smiled bitterly. “No, not exactly. Dozens of Ebra Crypt bearers search the dreams of different people day after day. Then once we find information on a God’s Eyes bearer, we focus on the dreams of that region and look through them all… over and over again. But it’s very difficult when they’re far away. Because we only see scattered fragments then.”


“I see,” Ryner said with a nod. Basically, Lafra looked through his dreams until he found out that Ryner was in that inn in Estabul… no, he probably got that Ryner was leaving Roland and heading for Estabul, where he’d stay in an inn and was able to figure out his path from there. Then Tiir came to find him in person.


“……”


But something was off, then.


Lafra said that he and the other Ebra Crypt bearers looked through dreams until they found out about a Cursed Eyes bearer, then took a closer look at everyone’s dreams to figure out where they were. So why didn’t they know about Arua, then? It wouldn’t have been strange if they’d come to get him at about the same time Ryner did. 


Although… if the fragments they saw from afar were truly nonsensically vague, then it was possible that they caught Ryner from time to time but totally missed Arua.


In the first place, dreams depicted people’s minds. They weren’t reality. So they probably couldn’t get much concrete info from them… So… 


“Hey, you… how long were you listening in on my dreams, anyway?”


Lafra just smiled. “Ryner, you sure are kind.”

“That again? Conversations are supposed to be sequential. You’re going out of order here.”


“No, I’m going in perfect sequence. You’re very kind…”


“Stop calling me that already!” Ryner said. “I get embarrassed just hearing it!”


 Lafra laughed. The sound caught Tiir’s attention, so he turned to them. “Lafra, don’t bully Ryner too much!” Tiir said, but he was laughing too.


“But I was so touched by Ryner’s kindness. I wanted to convey that to him no matter what… Ah, maybe if I whisper it to him so no one else hears, he won’t be embarrassed anymore…” 


“That’s even more embarrassing!” Ryner said. “Ugh, you’re so troublesome!”


Lafra smiled innocently as he came closer. Oh, he was serious.


Tiir smiled. “I’m glad you guys are getting along so well already. Anyway, the kids and I are going to head in now. I need to start dinner, after all. Why don’t the two of you stay out here a little longer and deepen your b—”


“No way in hell!” Ryner yelled.


“Come on, there’s no need to be like that,” Lafra said, that same smile still on his face. He gripped Ryner’s shirt, tugging at him… 


“H-hey, don’t be weird…”


“So, you’re very kind when people die—”


“Please, just stop!” Ryner said.


Lafra just smiled. Looked over to make sure that Tiir had gone back inside. And continued. “So, shall we talk now?”


“I told you, I don’t wanna—”

“About the reason I didn’t call Arua here…”


Ah. “Y-you,” Ryner started, but that was all he could find to say. So he settled for glaring at the adolescent clinging to his sleeve. So he did know about Arua. He knew that Arua existed from watching Ryner’s dreams.


But he didn’t call him here.


“……”


Ryner looked back at the cabin. The door was shut, and he could hardly hear the kids through it anymore, even though he knew they were in there being loudmouths.       


Lafra had said that he was speaking sequentially. Ryner was starting to understand what that meant now. He looked back to Lafra.


“…You wanted to keep this secret from Tiir,” he said.


Lafra smiled. “Keep secret the fact that I became your biggest fan after seeing how kind you were through your dreams?”


Ryner felt a headache coming on. He pressed a hand to his forehead. “Ugh, shit. I really hate that, but you’re just going in sequence, right?”


“Hehe, that’s right,” Lafra said. He looked happy.


Ryner sighed. “Can we at least keep the part where you praise me short?”


“Huh!? But that’s the main point!”

“Then let’s cut the main story out and make this conversation about the spin-off.”


“Aww,” Lafra whined. He crossed his arms and was quiet for a moment as he thought something over. “The truth is, I found you a while ago. But I didn’t tell the others.”


“…Oh? Why not?”


“Because you’re special. You’re the first of your type that I’ve ever seen. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty talented even among the Ebra Crypt bearers… I’ve found lots of God’s Eyes. You are an Alpha Stigma bearer, of course… but you’re still different. So I’ve become interested in you.”


“What do you mean by different?” Ryner asked.


Lafra grinned. “You’re really kind.”


Ryner scowled. “Seriously, you can drop that.”


“But it’s important,” Lafra said seriously. “You’re kind… and I know you’re going to hate this, but I’ve always been watching your dreams. You’ve been far away so I haven’t seen more than fragments, and I know that fragments alone can only convey a fragment of it all. But… even so, they’ve conveyed your feelings. To the point where it makes me want to cry.


“Anger, sadness, hatred, despair… your abuse, the fact that people are scared of you, your loneliness that only ever got worse,” Lafra continued. “You’re afraid of hurting others. Afraid of being hurt. You’d rather die, if you could. You’d rather go mad, if you could. I felt your feelings like they were mine.”


“…And what’s so kind about that?”


Lafra smiled kindly as he gazed at Ryner. “Even after everything, your heart is screaming that it loves people down to its core. That’s the feeling that dominates you most of all.”


“……”


“You’re always thinking most about how you want to protect the people who are important to you. That you’re sick of being so isolated. That you love people. That you love everyone. That you might be a monster, but… you still want to be closer to the people you love. You still want them in your life…”


“You can’t seriously think I’m that charming,” Ryner spat.


Lafra just smiled. “I do. You’re very charming. Because you’re as kind as you are sad.”


“…Seriously, I’m getting real sick of—”


“You’ve been screaming, weak and lonely as you are. ‘I hate being alone. I hate it. I’m lonely. Someone save me. Please, save me—’”


“Cut it out!”


 Lafra stopped. But he was still smiling sweetly. Smiling like he was enjoying this.


“……”


What could Ryner say to that smile? Lafra just kept smiling and smiling, like he could see right through him. He wanted to avert his eyes. Because that smile knew him.


The truth was that Lafra was sad. He wanted to cry. But he smiled. Because the only thing he could do was smile and hope that things would be better… 


“Hey, you… you don’t have to talk when you’re on the verge of tears like that,” Ryner said.


“Ahaha.” That laughter was sad, too. He was smiling, but his voice was so close to tears… “You’re a lonely person.”


 Ryner scrunched his nose up. “I wonder who you’re really talking about. ‘You hate being alone. You want to protect those who are important to you. You love humans.’ You’re really talking about yourself, aren’t you?”


Lafra nodded, admitting to it easily. “Both you and I. That’s why I called you here. To save someone important to me.”


“Who?” Ryner asked.


Lafra looked over at the cabin. “Tiir.”


Ryner looked back at the cabin, too. When he did, the door opened and a girl a year or two younger than Lafra popped her head out. “Lafra, Tiir says dinner’s ready!” She yelled.


Lafra smiled and waved to her. “I want to save her, too. And the kids inside. All of our friends in the Central Continent. You too, Ryner…”


Lafra turned back to Ryner. He looked at him with his cursed eyes. The scarlet brand that made everyone fear, loathe, and abuse him was plainly visible in his black eyes.


“We Cursed Eye bearers who have fallen into despair at the hands of humans, who live our lives in sadness… we all want you to save us,” Lafra said with the same sad smile as always.


---


It was awfully quiet. Maybe it was because it was so isolated from civilization. All he could hear was the wind against the cabin and the wind against the tall grass outside. That and the kids’ light snores.


“……”


It was the dead of night. Everyone else was asleep. Tiir, Lafra, and all of the kids. Ryner got up as quietly as he could to avoid waking any of them.


He left the cabin to step into a wide open night free of artificial lights. But it wasn’t pitch black. There weren’t many clouds out, and the moon and stars were shining down on him. So it was actually pretty bright, all things considered. He looked up at the sky.


“…Maybe I just can’t sleep ‘cause I changed pillows?”


He knew that probably wasn’t true, though. Because he was always the kind of person who was asleep the second he snuggled up in bed. Today was different, though. He couldn’t sleep at all. Because when he closed his eyes, Lafra’s words repeated again and again in his mind… 


“We Cursed Eye bearers who have fallen into despair at the hands of humans, who live our lives in sadness… we all want you to save us.”


He thought of that again and again.


“Damn you, Lafra. You’ve got some nerve…”


Ryner looked back at the shabby cabin. There had been four more Alpha Stigma bearers inside. Girls, boys, even people around Ryner’s age. They all ate dinner like a big family of eleven sitting around the same table eating food that Tiir made for them. It was pretty tasty… and everyone was smiling as they ate. And they all welcomed Ryner with their smiles, too. They included him. They all laughed at everyone’s jokes.


It was a worry-free sight. Nothing was wrong with it. It was the kind of place that it was okay to call home.


And yet… 


“We Cursed Eye bearers who have fallen into despair at the hands of humans, who live our lives in sadness… we all want you to save us.”


Lafra’s words ran through his mind once again.


“…You want me to save the Cursed Eyes?”


He’d never thought of doing that. Instead, he’d spent his time thinking that monsters like himself who hurt people shouldn’t be saved. Because he hated it when people were hurt. So he didn’t think there was any worth in him being saved…


“……”


Ryner thought of the kids. They’d been so, so lively during dinner. Endless little balls of energy. 


Lafra would joke around, and the girl who’d told them dinner was ready would watch him with her full attention… a fact that the kids soon commented on.


“Come on, Pueka, you’re staring at Lafra again…”


“A-a-am not!”


“Gyaah!! Pueka punched Lafra!”


It was normal. Happy. Even though everyone there was cursed… 


“…I guess I shouldn’t say that saving a monster like me would be worthless anymore, huh,” Ryner said to himself. Because if he did, then that’d mean that saving all those kids was worthless, too.


“……”  


But he did want to save them. They were such loud-mouthed brats, and… he wanted to save them.


“Uwah, give me a break. At this rate I’ll go just as soft as Lafra said I was…”


Ryner looked back to the cabin where the kids were sleeping.


“…This is getting to be such a pain,” Ryner said with a sigh. Things were supposed to get easier from here on out.


He’d always been the only Alpha Stigma bearing monster. He’d always wondered why he had to have feelings, too. If only he didn’t have those eyes, he’d thought. If only he could exist without his cursed eyes. Why was he the only one who had to think that?


“……”


Ryner’s thoughts faded.


The wind was blowing against the grass. And past that… 


Ryner looked into the grass. “Who’s there?”


“My, I’ve hid my presence but you still ended up finding me so easily… People they called geniuses back in the old Roland are pretty different from the rest, huh?”


Ryner recognized that voice. “You’re… Milk’s subordinate…”


A man appeared in the grass. He had a calm and familiar face. He was taller than Ryner and just as lanky. He was only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but he had peculiar white hair like an old person might. He wore a Roland military uniform, too.


“Luke,” he offered, seeing that Ryner couldn’t recall his name. “Luke Stokkart. I’m affiliated with the Taboo Hunters, and I serve Lieutenant​ Milk Callaud—”


“You’re Sion’s direct subordinate. The one who accepted the order to exterminate the Alpha Stigma bearing monster, Ryner Lute?”


“…Ah, so you knew that…”


Ryner overcame the urge to let his emotions show on his face. Luke’s sad expression said it all. It was the truth.


Sion Astal gave Luke Stokkart three orders.


1. Find any Heroic Relics that the Alpha Stigma bearer Ryner Lute overlooks and fails to collect.


2. Monitor the Alpha Stigma bearer Ryner Lute.


3. Should the Alpha Stigma bearer Ryner Lute go berserk outside of Roland or show signs of betraying Roland, exterminate him.


So those were really orders that Sion had given Luke. It wasn’t some plot to push Ryner and Sion away from each other. It was the truth.


“…Did it hurt you?” Luke asked.


Ryner shrugged. “Not really. I mean, it’s only natural. Sion hasn’t done anything wrong.”


Luke smiled sadly. “Yeah. He hasn’t done anything wrong… so since you understand that, please just die.”


“What if I said that I don’t wanna?”


“How troublesome… I was worried that you’d say that.” Luke’s eyes flicked to the cabin behind Ryner. “God’s Eyes… was it? There are many more here than just yourself. More than my sources led me to expect, honestly…” Luke trailed off for a moment. “Ah, well, that aside.”


Ryner glared at Luke. God’s Eyes. God’s Eyes, he said. “You bastard… How long have you been following me?”


“…For quite a while,” Luke admitted openly. “Since approximately thirty hours after you crossed the border from Roland to Nelpha, I believe…”


“……”


Ryner’s whole body was tense. Five days had passed since he and Tiir entered Nelpha. That meant that Luke had been watching them for about three days now. But Ryner hadn’t noticed him at all.


He’d been watching their every move for three whole days. And Ryner and Tiir hadn’t noticed at all. Which meant… 


“You’ve been keeping your true power a secret from me all this time,” Ryner said.  


Luke just shrugged.


“Ugh… this is such a pain,” Ryner said. He clicked his tongue, then took a battle stance.


Luke didn’t do the same. “You can’t win against me even if we fight.”


“…Hmm. You’re pretty different from usual. You’re way more confident now,” Ryner said. “So you think you’re stronger than me?”


“Oh, not in the slightest,” Luke said easily. “I’m far weaker. You know that as well as I do. I mean, you were once a legend known as the greatest magician in all of Roland. I can’t hold a candle to you with my physical or magical ability.”


Ryner snorted. “But you’re using tactics even now. You’re trying to make me underestimate you.”


“I don’t need to. I’d win even without you underestimating me.”


“…There’s no way you can.”


Luke smiled. It looked like he was mocking Ryner with it. “Harsh. But the results of a battle are pretty much always decided before they even start… well, whatever. Shall we?” 


Right then, Ryner noticed the magic circles camouflaged in the grass in front of Luke. Now that he was looking, there were too many to count. It was a magic trap. A skilled one, at that. He wouldn’t have noticed it at all in normal circumstances… but Luke was being really talkative and he’d gotten distracted.


‘The results of a battle are pretty much always decided before they even start,’ huh?


In other words, Luke had already prepared himself to win before approaching Ryner with this magic trap.


Ryner smiled. “You better not regret that overconfidence of yours.”


He ran and jumped up above Luke’s magic trap.


“Ah, uwah, he saw through it,” Luke said. He scowled and took a step back like he wanted to run.


Ryner didn’t intend on giving him the chance to run. He kept bursting forward to close the distance between them, but— 


“Just kidding,” Luke said with a smile. “Hey. Kill him.”


Someone grasped Ryner’s legs.


“What!?” Ryner yelled. “There were others…?”

He turned to see. But that marked the end.


The only thing there was a single, horribly old-fashioned trap, and he stepped right into it. Now it was holding him in place… He was stuck. Luke didn’t have any allies waiting to jump him. It was just this trap, and he stepped right into it.


“Checkmate,” Luke said. He pressed a knife to Ryner’s neck… 


“……Kgh.” Ryner couldn’t say any more than that. Luke’s strategy was too brilliant to argue against.


It was only because he was so talkative? Better not regret his overconfidence?


God, Ryner was stupid.


Everything that Luke said and did was done was strategy. For the express purpose of getting his knife to Ryner’s throat. He meant to sound overconfident. He meant for Ryner to see through his magic trap. Ryner could never…  


“You could never win… that’s what you’re thinking, right? I could win with such a simple trap in the grass… I’m way too strong for you to win against… you thought that too, right? But that’s not true. The truth is that you’re stronger. I’ve only been acting to make you feel that I’m overwhelmingly strong. See, if you wanted, you’re plenty strong enough to take this knife from me and kill me instead. Do you want to?”


He said that, but.


“……”


It just gave Ryner the unnecessary need to try.


Say he was telling the truth and Ryner really could steal the knife away. Luke wasn’t moving like someone who was far out of Ryner’s league, fighting wise. That much was true. He might really be able to steal the knife if he just tried.


But the fact that Luke said he could do it so easily… meant that Ryner couldn’t move. He couldn’t tell what was a lie and what was the truth… That was another kind of trap, he supposed.


“…Alright. It’s over,” Luke said. He squeezed the knife in his hand. But he didn’t move. 


Ryner was too focused on what Luke was saying. His reflexes were slower. His body wasn’t as ready for a fight as it should be. And in the instant that he wavered… the knife began to dig into his throat.


“Gagh…”


Ryner twisted his body. He had to get out of the way. But it didn’t look like he’d make it.


He felt death approaching.


It was hopeless— 


“……”


And then he saw it, on the brink of death. It was like an angel cutting through the dark, with flowing golden-blonde hair. Blue eyes. An eerily beautiful face. She was pretty, he thought. Prettier than anything he’d ever seen before. Prettier than anything anyone had seen before.  


But the angel wasn’t smiling. She was completely expressionless as she raised her sword up.


“Huh? Hey, why’re you aiming that at meeeeeee!!!”


Seeing her was nostalgic and all, yeah, but he was face down on the ground before he could register any more than that. He hurt too much to stand. “Are you trying to kill me, Ferris!?” Ryner yelled.


Ferris stepped on him in response. “Mm? Oh, you were there.”


“…U, uwah. Even this is nostalgic. Makes me remember how much you always step on m—gyaah!!”


She stepped on his head this time. “Mm? Oh, you were there.”


“Seriously, one day I’m gonna fucking k—gukyagh!!”


“Mm? Oh, you were there.”


“Wh, why are you—goukyau!!” 


“Mm? Oh, you were there.”


“No, no, wait—bowaguhagha!!” 


“Mm? Oh, you were there.”


Ryner was on the verge of tears. “S-sorry. You’re mad at me, right? Of course you’d be. Um, I-I’ll apologize for everything, so can you wait a minute? You could eat some dango or something. So? What do you say? I’ll die if you keep doing thiisssss gyakyaaahhhhh!!”

He was seriously gonna die this time. That’s what Ryner thought.


But Ferris seemed satisfied when she stopped. “So what’s the situation?” She asked. “Why’s this guy trying to kill you?”


“…So you finally caught up to me, Ferris,” Luke said. “You followed me here, didn’t you?”


“Wha… So you noticed me tailing you—”


“Kyghaaaaaa!!”

Ferris was cut off by a pained scream a ways away.


“What’s that?” Ferris and Ryner both said.


“Mm?”


They all turned towards the sound.


Towards the cabin.


It sounded like Pueka. The girl who fancied Lafra.


Ryner stood. “That’s… too loud to just be sleeptalking, right?”


Ferris’ eyes widened like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She shivered. “Y-you… Don’t tell me you’ve kidnapped girls and taken them to this secluded cabin—”


“Ah, I’ve not heard of that,” Luke said. “Don’t tell me you’re using magic to exploit them—”


“Are you two stupid!? There’s no way I’d—”


The cabin door opened. Some kids ran out towards them. Everyone was crying. There were three young boys and girls, and they were soon followed by Pueka and Lafra.


“Hey, Lafra, what’s going on?” Ryner asked.


“R-Ryner… R, run! We have to run or we’ll be killed!” Lafra yelled.


“Killed? By wh—”


Ryner couldn’t finish. Because once he saw the monster leaping out after Lafra and the others, he was at a loss for words. It was a beast made of light… no, made of thunder. And it was aiming for Pueka.


“Shit!”


Ryner broke out in a run. But he couldn’t make it. She was too far away. The beast opened its mouth wide… 


“Get out of the waaay!!” Ryner yelled.


But just then, Lafra kicked Pueka out of the way. When he did, the beast turned its attention to him. 


Ryner could make it this time! He just needed a little more. “Lafra, over here!”


Lafra turned to look at him… but he didn’t move. He just smiled. It was the same sad smile from before. A smile that showed he’d given up on everything and fallen completely into despair. It was the exact same look that Ryner always used to make. 


“…Promise me, Ry…”


“That doesn’t matter now! Just hurry up and take my hand—”


“…I’m glad I could make it. I know you’ll honor our promis…”


Lafra never got to finish that sentence. Because the beast ran towards him far faster than Ryner could. It wrapped its big fangs around Lafra’s head and bit… leaving the rest of his body to fall to the ground like a toy after playtime had ended. His head soon fell down beside him.


And Ryner’s outstretched hand… gripped the empty air. He looked down.


Lafra.


Lafra was… still smiling up at him sadly. And he’d never stop, now.


“……Ah…”


Ryner suddenly didn’t understand anything. His vision went dark. But he could still hear screaming. The screams of children. They screamed and screamed and screamed over the picture of Lafra’s smile that was burned into his mind.


“We Cursed Eye bearers who have fallen into despair at the hands of humans, who live our lives in sadness… we all want you to save us.”


Those words were burned into his mind next to his smile. It was like a curse haunting his mind.


“Because you’re kind.”


“I… I don’t…”


He didn’t get it. He didn’t get it!


What was… what… 


Pueka, who Lafra had kicked out of the way of an attack, looked towards him. She looked… at Lafra, below a beast whose mouth was dripping with blood.


“…N, no…”


Her black eyes widened. And at their center… a cursed glimmer lit up.


“Ahh, ahhhh…”


The red pentagram in her eyes lit up, brighter and brighter… like they’d make her go mad… 


“S, stop! Just w-wait! Please, wait!” Ryner yelled.


But he couldn’t stop her anymore.


“Aaaaaahh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaahahahhaa!”


Her mad laughter had already begun.


Ryner ran to her. He could still make it. He just had to knock her out now. He could still save her.


For some reason, he heard Lucile’s voice.


“What kind of impossible dreams do you ugly monsters have?”


Shut up.


“You should already know. Monsters’ hands are already covered in blood. They can’t grasp anything… and they can’t make it anywhere.”


Shut up!


Ryner held his hand out to Pueka.


He could still make it. He should still make it. He could still save her. Because even his hand could save someone, even if it was the bloodied hand of a monster— 


“Whoa there, I can’t have you getting in the way when I’m so close to crystallizing this.”


A man appeared before him. He had a muscular body, and he was overflowing with confidence. But more than anything, what stood out about him was his unusual pink hair. He swatted Ryner’s hand away with his right hand. His left hand held an odd green orb. He pushed it up close to Pueka’s face.


“Gouge them out and crystalize it, Spanquel.”


Pueka’s laughing abruptly stopped. She collapsed to the ground.


Ryner watched her to see if she’d get up. But she didn’t move at all.


“…No…”


She didn’t move at all. Because she was the same as Lafra. Dead.


“……”


The whole world was trembling like it was cold. No, Ryner was. Of course.


His body was shivering. From anger, sadness, hatred, pain… 


Why. Why did this always happen.


“……”


Why could he never save anyone.


He looked down at his hands that he’d tried to reach the others with. They were shaking.


“You should already know. Monsters’ hands are already covered in blood. They can’t grasp anything… and they can’t make it anywhere.”


They couldn’t make it anywhere. They couldn’t reach anyone.


How could he expect himself to be able to save anyone? How could he expect his monstrous hands to save anyone?


There was only one thing his hands could do.


They could… 


“…kill you.”


They could only hurt people.


“I’m going to kill you all.”


The man in front of him laughed. “Haha, the hell? I’m going to kill all of you Cursed Eye monsters—”


“Gastaaaaarrrkkk!!”

Ryner’s hands danced in the air. His magic circle was complete in a flash.


“Whoa, you’re ultra fast,” the other man said. “But…”


He moved his fingers, one of which was adorned with a gold ring. When he did, the thunder beasts moved.


Ryner had seen something similar in the past. A guy called Froaude used the same kind of relic. His had shadow beasts and this one had thunder beasts. Thunder beasts that killed Lafra.


If this guy’s ring was just as strong as Froaude’s, then Ryner didn’t have a chance. Because he couldn’t even follow Froaude’s beasts with his eyes. They were too fast, too sharp. He couldn’t fight them alone.


But that didn’t matter now.


“Come to me, o beasts—”


Ryner’s magic circle was complete. “I wish for—”


“Too late,” the pink haired man jived, “You won’t be able to dodge if you cast magic. You’ll just die. You know that, right? Appear!”


Light appeared before Ryner. It turned to a lightning beast. But Ryner didn’t dodge. It was whatever. Everything was whatever now. He was a cursed monster. He couldn’t save anyone. Whether he lived or died didn’t matter anymore.


If he could just… 


“—Thunder—”


Kill this guy…!!  


But just then, Ferris jumped between Ryner and the beast.


“Huh!? Why?” Ryner said. “I can’t stop my spell now…”


Luke grabbed Ryner by the hair, flustered, and pushed him head first into the ground.


“…Uough!?”


That stopped his spell.


The beasts jumped at Ferris. She swung her sword at them to get them to disperse.


“A-are you some kind of idiot!?” Ryner yelled. “Don’t jump in front of my mag—”


“You’re the idiot!” Ferris yelled back. Then she turned around. Her expression was just as blank as always. And yet, inside that blankness… was something very, very faint… 


“…If you… if you really want to die on your own that badly, then that’s okay.”


…And that very faint emotion was something sad. Sad like she wanted to cry.


Ryner was at a loss for words.


Ferris averted her eyes. “If you’re really a monster and not really my friend… then it’s okay if you disappear. If you don’t think that we’re partners in crime, don’t believe that you’re my slave, and don’t want to drink tea with me as my friend… then you can do whatever you want.”


Ferris pointed her sword at the man from Gastark. “But I don’t think that, Ryner. No matter how much you think you’re a monster… I don’t think you are at all. Even if you feel like it’s just you, like you’re all alone now… even if you don’t think that’s lonely… I don’t think that at all.”


The Gastarki man smiled. “Well, isn’t this wonderful… If this were a fairy tale, the monster would become a human at the end and you’d live happily ever after. Unfortunately, this is real life. That monster will never stop being a monster.” He turned to Ryner. “A monster whose mere existence harms the world.”


“……”


Ryner was used to hearing that sort of thing. People always said it.


They said he was a monster. That he only ever hurt people. That he only ever killed people. His bloodstained hands couldn’t reach anybody. They couldn’t save anybody… 


He couldn’t deny any of that. If he was a monster who only hurt others, then he should just die. He always, always believed that. He’d acknowledged it as the truth.


And yet.


Ferris glared at the man before him. “So what? What if he is a monster, then? I don’t care if he’s a monster or not.”

“I, interesting,” the man from Gastark said. “No, even if you don’t care… Are you saying you’d let a dangerous monster li—”


“I don’t care about that stuff,” Ferris interrupted. She said it easily. Way too easily.  


Ryner felt like he’d been punched in the face.


So what? What if he was a monster? And saying that she didn’t even care if he was dangerous or not… 



He really felt like he’d been hit. She didn’t even have to think about it. She just thought it was stupid, didn’t she?

And Ryner, stupid as he was, began to speak. “I, I,” he said. He was crying for some reason. “Is it really okay… if I live…?”


His voice was shaking. Please, forgive him. That’s all he wanted.


He was letting Ferris see him cry. What would she turn this into later…? No, that didn’t matter now. Because now, shameful as it was, he was crying and wanting to die.


Ugh. Terrible. He was seriously going to die of embarrassment if she turned around—   


And of course she took that moment to turn around. Because that was the kind of person she was. She was contrary, violent, and a bully. And above all… 


She looked at him. Watched him crying himself to exhaustion… and smiled. She looked like she wanted to cry, too.  “Idiot. I’d get lonely if you died…”


Ryner was at a loss for words. He heard screaming - his heart screaming in his mind. It said that he was sick of being alone. That it was sick of being lonely.


Even if they hated him, even if they were afraid of him, Ryner didn’t want to be alone anymore. Because he loved people. So no matter how much they hurt him… 


“I…”


The Gastarki man spoke over him. “Well, I guess you’re gonna get pretty lonely then, ‘cause he’s going to die right here.” He raised the green orb over his head. It glittered like a jewel.


Ryner had seen something like it before. Sui and Kuu had used one when they fought. It was the crystalized eyes of a Cursed Eye bearer. Most likely Pueka’s Alpha Stigma.


“Th, this is bad!” Ryner yelled. Because that thing would make all the surrounding Alpha Stigma bearers go berserk. He looked around. The Alpha Stigma kids were watching, unable to do anything but cry. 


“I’m going to collect all your Cursed Eyes up.”


“R-run!!” Ryner screamed.


But the kids didn’t run. They were frozen in place by their tears.


Ryner wouldn’t be able to reach them in time. He wasn’t fast enough. Luke wouldn’t be able to either, then. So he turned to Ferris. She was already running.


But… 


“Come to me, o beasts - appear!” The man said and waved his fingers. One beast appeared in front of the children. Two appeared to chase after Ferris.


Ferris swung her sword through the mouth of one beast to kill it. The other caught her from behind with a low growl.


“…Gagh!”


Ferris was flung away, then knocked into the ground, unconscious.


The man grinned. “See, what’d I say? I’m not letting these Cursed Eye monsters get me.” Then he raised the gem up again.


Ryner couldn’t do anything about. He couldn’t save anyone… 


“…No!” Ryner yelled.


He was giving up on himself. His heart that said that he was useless and that he should give up.


But he shouldn’t do that. He really shouldn’t do that.


The world wasn’t supposed to be buried in its own despair. If he gave up on trying to save anyone now, then what about Lafra’s death? It’d be in vain, right?


No. It shouldn’t be in vain.


“What can my hand…”


He had to think. Think. Think about what he could still do to save someone here. Because he wasn’t going to give up. He had to try harder. 


He needed something to show him the way forward. It didn’t matter if it was a god or a demon. Anything, as long as it’d show him what he had to do!


At the end of this despair ridden path, there surely lay a world where no one would lose anything anymore. That kid and Kiefer wouldn’t have to cry anymore. Tyle, Tony, and Fahle wouldn’t have to die. Sion would be able to smile. Ferris and Lafra, too. Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone!


Ryner suddenly heard Lafra’s voice. He couldn’t say why. But he saw his face, smiling even to his death in this despair-ridden world.


“That’s why I called you here. To save someone important to me.”


He definitely heard that voice. “Who?” Ryner asked.


Lafra smiled sadly. “Tiir.”


“……”


Ryner looked to the cabin. He saw Tiir at the door. He hadn’t been there earlier. His right arm and left leg had been torn off… but he still managed to crawl to the door. But that was as far as he could make it. He didn’t move. He didn’t even twitch. His blood loss would be fatal. In fact, he almost looked dead now.


“……”


Still, Ryner smiled. His hands danced in the air. He drew a magic circle faster and more skillfully than anyone else could. It was complete faster than one would expect to see such a complex circle.


“Give it up already,” the pink-haired man said. “Though I guess you won’t have long for that. Resonate!”


Ryner’s hands stopped. The speed they’d had while drawing his magic circle left them completely, leaving him paralyzed. The world brightened and clouded over. His mind went blank. He felt his eyes widen. A burning pain shot through them.


“…Uuh… y, you…”


His consciousness was fading. Fleeing.  


Life. Death. Joy. Sadness. He stopped caring about them all… 


Shut it, you.


Don’t fight me. This is what you want. It doesn’t matter how much despair exists in the world. That doesn’t matter to you— 


I, I said to shut it.


It doesn’t matter if it was dear to you. Nothing matters to you now.


That’s wrong.


You don’t care about anything.


That’s wrong!


He heard voices from afar. The voices of children.


“Aa, aaaaah, aaaaaahhhhh!!”


I want to save— 


You don’t care.


Can it.


You don’t care.


Can it already!


You don’t care who dies.


Shi… t… 


Ha, hahaha.


It’ll disappear anyway. Everything will. And you won’t care.


S, stop… 


Look, you’re hardly even conscious. 


Ah… 


It’ll get easier. You won’t care about anything. The world will be a blank slate. A blank, empty world with nothing at all inside it. Clarity is all that you’ll feel. Your mind will become clearer and clearer.


Everything that existed, the entire organization of the world spread before him. In numbers, graphs, and patterns. He understood it all. And he heard a voice.


End it, it said. End everything,  make it just how you’d like it. Release everything. Open everything. Kill everything.


Until everything you can see is no more— 


“…Ah… ahhhh…”


Ryner’s whole body shivered.


“Aaaahhh, you fuckerrr!!”  


His head hurt like crazy. His body was spazzing like mad. Even so… the world wasn’t blank anymore. He was back. The magic circle he’d just drawn was still here waiting for him.


“Th, this is insane,” the man from Gastark said. “You stopped it? That’s crazy. I can’t believe that. What are you?”


“…A monster,” Ryner said and smiled. He returned to his magic circle.


“I won’t let you!” The man said and tried to raise his arm to use his ring. But he couldn’t. It was held in place by countless strings of light. He scowled. “Lastel’s Thread?”


“Hm. So that’s its name,” Luke said from behind Ryner. “This is… well. I assume if you know its name, you also know its effects.”


“It’s just for sewing.”


“Ah. Thought so. But this sewing needle can kill you. Then I can send your head in a neat little box back to Gastark,” Luke said. He laughed in a low, dangerous tone.


“…So you even know of Gastark… I guess I better make sure you Rolanders know what kind of a fight you’re asking for,” Gastark’s assassin said. He laughed too, then retrieved that green orb again. “Dumbass. A low level Rule Fragment can’t kill me. Spanquel, cut it up.”


The green orb lit up on his orders. The threads surrounding him were cut.


Ryner smiled. Because he’d seen this before. This was the same game Luke had played with him earlier - he used his words to make his opponent forget the most critical information. That caused Gastark’s assassin to forget the most important thing here. He shouldn’t have wasted time worrying about Luke. Beating Ryner was his priority. If he would’ve done that, then everything would have ended.


But he didn’t.


Ryner put the finishing touches on his magic circle. “I wish for thunder - Lightning Flash!”


Light gathered in the center of his magic circle, then turned to thunder. He shot it towards Tiir.


He heard a voice. It was weak as could be, but it was there.


“I devour power…”


The magic Ryner fired disappeared. Tiir’s eyes swallowed it up.


Tiir’s whole body began to pulsate. Then his arm and leg started to regenerate.


Tiir sprang up. He jumped to the roof of the cabin and glared at the man from Gastark. “How dare you… H, human… You damned human… I’ll kill—”


“It’s not the time for that, Tiir!” Ryner yelled.


Tiir looked over at him. “Huh? R-Ryner…? What’s going on…?”


“The kids! Stop the kids! Their Alpha Stigma’s going to go berserk!”


Tiir stared for a moment, dumbfounded.

“Don’t you understand the situation!?” Ryner yelled.


Tiir dashed to where the kids were laughing madly. So fast that Ryner couldn’t even see him move. He pressed his hands against the three kids’ pressure points to make them lose consciousness.


But Ryner couldn’t relax yet. “There are kids in the cabin, too—”


“Already killed,” the man from Gastark said.


“What!?” Ryner said. “You…”


“But this time was a real bummer. I went through the effort to come here. But Tiir got in the way, and I killed them before I could harvest them… so I only got one harvest out of all this, in the end.” He raised the crystal from before up again. The crystal with Pueka’s eyes.


Only one harvest, he said. That crying and screaming girl was just ‘one harvest’ to him.


“……”


What was he saying? He killed someone for that, didn’t he? So why was he smiling like that?  


Anger washed through Ryner’s mind. Dark, dark anger. He forced himself to overcome it. Because anger couldn’t save anyone… 


“……”


Ryner looked at the man. The man who said Pueka’s eyes were ‘only one harvest.’ Wasn’t he saying that they had to be alive for their eyes to be harvestable?


Ryner had to think about this rationally. What was the best course of action in this scenario? He forced himself to breathe deeply and looked around. He needed to figure out how to save the most people here… 


“……”


He noticed Tiir’s bitter expression. He’d probably fought this man in the past, and knew that he couldn’t win even if he fought him again now. Because he’d be attacking him now if he had a chance.


It would be easy for the man from Gastark to win if all he had to do was kill everyone else.


So how could Ryner do this? How should they do this? He thought about it for a moment before speaking. “Tiir… I want you to take the kids and run.”


The man from Gastark laughed. “Like I’ll let—”


“They’ll be able to get away,” Ryner interrupted. “And you’ll get me in their place.”     


“…You? Don’t really need you, though. I can’t go home with one measly Alpha Stigma bearer…”


Ryner snorted. “Liar. You’ve already realized that I’m not some ‘measly Alpha Stigma bearer’ by now. Your country’s starved for information on me.”


The man looked at the pentagram in Ryner’s eyes, then moved his eyes around suspiciously, like some kind of signal - he looked to Tiir, then to Luke pointedly. Ryner didn’t understand why. But the man soon spoke. “I don’t need you. Honestly, it’s probably better if I just killed an Alpha Stigma bearing monster like you.” He raised the green orb again.


Ryner finally understood what he meant to do. “Tiir, hurry! Take the kids and go!”


“But you—”


“Don’t worry about me! Just go! Or would you prefer us all to die!?”

 “Kgh…”


Tiir picked the kids up, and once he had them all, he ran and disappeared into the tall grass.


“I won’t let you,” the man from Gastark said. “Spanquel… gh. Let me go. Ugh! Fine. I’ll kill you and your friends, then.” He looked to Luke.


Luke was full of smiles despite the situation.


“So did you figure our shitty acting out?” The man asked.


“No, no, your acting was very realistic,” Luke said. “That’s why that Tiir fellow quietly left for us.”


So that’s what the man’s signal had meant. He was willing to make that trade, but not with Tiir and Luke listening. So he wanted Ryner to get the two of them to go away. But Luke was the one who caught that signal, not Ryner.


“So what are you going to do?” The Gastarki assassin asked Luke.


“…I don’t have any option but to leave, do I? Unless you intend on letting me participate in your discussion as well…”


“Nope.”


“Then I’ll take my leave,” Luke said. “I don’t think I’d be able to win even if we fought, after all. Well, maybe if I cut one or both of your arms off first…” He smiled, carefree as ever. Then turned sharply on his heel. “I’ll leave that opportunity for another day, though.”


The man from Gastark pointed his golden ring bearing hand at Luke’s defenseless back as if to attack him. But then he scowled. Because he realized the faint strings around him. “I wonder if we’ll meet next on the battlefield. Send my regards to Roland’s king for me.”


Luke waved without turning back around. “And mine to Gastark’s king.” Then he left through the grasses.


The man turned back to Ryner once Luke was gone. “Man, what’s up with you guys. Roland’s nothing but monsters. There’s even someone who appears and disappears like some kind of ghost hanging around your king…”


“Wha… you met Lucile…?” Ryner asked, dumbfounded, then sighed. Because he suddenly recalled his old title of Roland’s strongest magician. “Me, the strongest…?” He wondered to himself with a self-deprecating tone.


“What’d you say?”


“Nothing. Let’s get to the point.”


“Hmm? Well, whatever… right, so… actually, let me introduce myself first. I’m Lir Orla. You can just call me Lir, okay, Ryner?”


“Don’t say my name so casually.”


Lir scowled. “Ahh? Have you forgotten your place? I’m the one with the hostage, aren’t I?” Lir asked. He moved his fingers. A lightning beast appeared over by where Ferris lie unconscious. It bared its massive fangs— 


“Ah, uh, I was just joking! Wait!” Ryner said quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”


“I thought so. Come on, call me Master Lir.”


“What!? You literally just said ‘just call me Lir—’” Lir moved his fingers again, “—No, sorry sorry sorry! Yes, Master! Master Lir! Shit!”


“Soo, setting these jokes aside… Talk, you Alpha Stigma monster,” Lir said. But then he seemed to think better of it. “No… perhaps I should call you the Solver of All Formulas…”


The Solver of All Formulas.


Ryner hadn’t heard of that before. His eyes narrowed. “Is that the name of my eyes?”


Lir’s eyes widened. “Huh? You mean you don’t know about yourself?”


Ryner took a second to think of how he should answer. But if he said it like that, then what choice did Ryner have but to say no? Ryner had followed Tiir so he’d get some clue as to who he was. And Lir called him the The Solver of All Formulas. Not an Alpha Stigma bearer. 


“What… am I?” Ryner asked. It sounded like an awfully dumb question to his ears.


Lir grinned. “Aren’t you a work of art. You seriously don’t know, huh?”


“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”


Lir’s grin widened. “How about the gate, then?”


“Gate?” Ryner repeated.


“…The key?”


“……”


Ryner didn’t answer that time. But it was already too late. The damage was done. 


“Ha… hahaha. So Roland’s only made it that far,” Lir said. With that, he turned to leave.


“H, hey… Weren’t you gonna bring me to Gastark?”


Lir shook his head. “No need. Actually, it’s better for you to stay here no matter how far ahead I think…” He turned back for a moment. “Well, do your best to avoid being betrayed, then, you crazy monster.” Then Lir left stepped into the weeds.


“Wait,” Ryner said. “What are you talking about…”


Ryner took a few steps forward to try to pursue, but then he stopped. His voice trailed off.  


“……”


He was the only one standing there, now. The sky was starting to lighten around the edges. But it was for the most part still dark. Dark and very, very quiet.


All he could hear was the sound of the wind… and the wind on the grass.


“……”


The last time he’d thought about that, there were kids snoring lightly next to him, too. But there weren’t now.


He looked down at the bodies on the ground. Lafra and Pueka.


He recalled Lafra’s sad smile. Pueka’s happy expression as she watched him.


There should’ve been four others inside, too.


They’d been so, so happy just yesterday. And now they couldn’t even twitch.


“…I should at least make them some graves,” Ryner whispered.


The Solver of All Riddles didn’t matter now. Ryner walked over to Ferris, who was still collapsed on the ground, unconscious. He crouched down to check her over. Thankfully, she was breathing fine and didn’t seem too hurt. Didn’t seem like any bones were broken. He felt a little better knowing that.


“……”


He felt a bit dumbfounded knowing that she’d gotten between him and that lightning beast despite her thin body. What would he have done if she’d died like that…?


He suddenly realized what she’d been feeling then, when she looked back at him with a face that wanted to cry.


“Idiot. I’d get lonely if you died…”


“Yeah… you’re right,” Ryner said. “I’d get lonely if you died, too.” He reached a hand out to pet her dirty head, but… 


“…Don’t touch me, sex maniac,” Ferris managed to say with a pained voice.


“You were awake?”


“…No, I just woke up,” Ferris said. She grimaced as she pulled herself up. “What happened?” She asked and looked around.


Ryner shrugged. “Nothing good. Lir… the guy from Gastark, I mean, got away…”


Ferris looked past Ryner to where Lafra and Pueka were. Though her face was typically emotionless, right now she looked a bit uneasy. “So what will you do now?”


So that’s what she wanted to know after everything. Ryner couldn’t help but smile wryly and wonder what she was feeling uneasy about. Wonder why she was feeling uneasy about someone like him. “I’m an idiot,” Ryner mumbled.


“Mm. You’re only just now realizing that?”


Her voice sounded a little uneasy, too. He wanted to cry again. Seriously, he was an idiot.


He’d been the one pushing others away, not the other way around. Because he was scared of hurting them. Because he was scared of being hurt. So he ran away to be alone. But he never really got used to being alone.


It didn’t matter how depressing the world was. It didn’t matter how depressed he was. No matter how sad his heart was… he wouldn’t let it drown in despair.


If Sion smiled, if Ferris would smile… then he’d be happy again. Seeing them smile made his eyes fill with tears. Because he wasn’t alone anymore.


“…I’ll do it, Lafra. I’ll keep our promise.”


Ryner recalled Lafra’s sad expression and the promise he entrusted to Ryner, who hadn’t quite fallen into despair.


“We Cursed Eye bearers who have fallen into despair at the hands of humans, who live our lives in sadness… we all want you to save us.”


Ryner met Ferris’ eyes. “I’ll go back to Roland,” he said. “Because I’ve found something I’ve gotta do. But before that, I want you to promise me something.”


“…What kind of promise?”


“I want you to promise that you’ll lend me the strength to fight instead of just running away.”


 Ferris tilted her head. “What are you saying—”


“I’ve… always ran away,” Ryner interrupted. “Always ran from the truth: that I’m a monster. I don’t know when I’ll hurt the people who are important to me. I don’t know when I’ll… I could kill Sion, you, anyone… so I left Roland. I thought you guys didn’t need me anyway.”


“…Have you changed your mind?”


Ryner pulled a face, then shrugged. “Well… seriously changing how I think is gonna be hard. I’m too scared for that now. I mean, just standing here next to you means I could kill you whenever… and that scares me. So… I want you to lend me your courage.”


“…My courage?”


Ryner nodded.


It was the worst promise ever. It’d only cause Ferris trouble. Even so, he’d decided that he wasn’t going to run away anymore.


“…I want you to kill me,” Ryner said. “Kill me the next time I go berserk. Don’t hesitate like last time…”


Ferris’ expression changed. Faint as it was, as impossible for others to see as it was, it changed.


But Ryner could tell. He knew what she was thinking now.


“…If you come home,” Ferris said. As usual, her voice didn’t convey her emotions at all.


But that was okay. It was a promise.


“…Let’s go back together,” Ryner said. 


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 Volume 8: The Directionless and Ungrateful

Chapter 2: A Worthless God, A Boring Goddess


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He felt like he was dreaming. 


Some time had passed since that incident, where Sion wouldn’t smile at him meanly and Ferris wouldn’t bully him.


Ryner mumbled to himself as he recalled those events.


“…Seriously, what was I even thinking…”


He had sloppy, bedhead-ridden black hair, and a lanky, slouched figure. His eyes were the same black as his hair, but a red pentagram floated in them… 


He closed his eyes, then pressed at them with his fingers. Hard. Hard enough to smash them, if they’d been normal eyes… But his eyes didn’t give. Of course they didn’t. He’d tried cutting them out with a knife before, but even that didn’t work. So he already knew his fingers were useless. He didn’t think it was possible for him to rip them out. The Alpha Stigma wouldn’t let him off that easily… 


The scarlet brand in his eyes was feared and loathed by all, and if he went berserk, he’d massacre everyone around him. It didn’t matter if he didn’t want it or if they meant a lot to him. He’d still kill them. So he didn’t think it was strange that people called them the devil’s eyes or said that he was a monster. Even Ryner felt that his eyes were truly cursed.


“……”


If only he didn’t have those eyes. Then he might… 


“…This is dumb,” Ryner mumbled and shook his head. It was so dumb. He’d already given up, after all.


He was a cursed monster. He brought unhappiness to everyone around him just by living. He already knew that perfectly well. And yet…  he’d come to love people again. He knew it was stupid of him, but he still did it.


For Sion’s smile. For the fact that Ferris was by his side.


He’d even come to think that he might be able to just live, like the normal people around him could… 


“……”


His dreams led him there… and let him hurt people again.


He thought of Sion’s face the last time they met. He’d been making a horribly pained expression.


Sion had ordered someone to kill Ryner to deal with him if need be. But that was obvious. Because Ryner was a human killing monster. He had to be killed if he went berserk.


It was a natural order for a king to give.


But… what expression was Sion making back when he gave it? He’d even thought about that.


And then there was Ferris.


She… 


“……”


Ryner stopped there.


There was no point in thinking about it. They’d never meet again.


But… he still recalled those words she’d said to him.


“You’re not a monster.”


She’d said that when he’d gone berserk and was trying to kill her.  


“You’re not a monster.”


She’d said that for his sake. And it made him happy.


“You’re my ally, my slave, and my friend who I drink tea with. You’re nothing like a monster. Can you hear me, Ryner?”


He’d seriously wanted to believe in those words then. But it wasn’t like that. Reality just wasn’t like that. He was a monster. He didn’t know when he’d kill Sion and Ferris. He’d hurt those two just by being around them. He’d hurt the people who meant a lot to him just by being there. So he couldn’t be with them. So… 


“Hey, Ryner. Are you hungry?”


“Hm?”


Ryner looked to his side. To the man walking beside him.


Tiir Rumibul.


His clothes were reminiscent of a priest’s, but they were pitch black from his neck to his shoes. He even had the same black hair and eyes as Ryner… and a scarlet brand faintly visible on his eyes, much like Ryner’s… Tiir’s were a different shape, though. They were crosses, not pentagrams. Because he didn’t have the Alpha Stigma. He said his was called Iino Doue.


Tiir hadn’t explained it yet, but from what Ryner had seen, Iino Doue had different powers. 


Ryner’s Alpha Stigma could copy and replicate any spell he saw, unless he was berserk. But Tiir’s Iino Doue was different. His eyes could eat both magic and people. Well, to be precise, it wasn’t eating ‘people.’ It was eating the life force capable of creating magic within them - their spirit, as magic scholars called it. Devouring magic, people, and spirits gave him an abnormally fast recovery rate and physical ability. It let him move even faster than Ferris, who boasted incredible physical ability, and Ryner when he used magic to accelerate himself. 


Honestly, it was past the point of being able to compare his strength to that of other people’s. He had the destructive power to take an army. He devoured people, then used the power that gave him to kill even more people.


Alpha Stigma’s monstrousness couldn’t even hold a candle to Iino Doue’s.


“I was just thinking that you might have gotten hungry since we’ve been walking all this time without stopping to eat,” the monster said. He seemed awfully cheerful… 


“Whoa, wait, you’re not thinking of eating more people, are you!?”


Tiir’s eyes, branded with scarlet crosses, widened. Then he looked at Ryner. “Of course I wouldn’t make you eat humans. You won’t them, will you?”


“O-obviously. Why would I be able to eat a human being of all things!?”


Tiir smiled happily. “Oh, you’ve said something good. You’re right. Humans are a lower life form. They’re not even worthy of being our food!”


“…No, that’s really not how I meant that.”


Tiir tilted his head. “Then how did you mean it? Why can’t you eat people?”


“W-well…”


Ryner’s words trailed off. Why couldn’t they eat people? That was simple. Even a small child understood why they couldn’t. They were humans… so they couldn’t eat other humans. It was seriously that easy. But… 


“Hm. I guess I need to correct your misunderstanding first,” Tiir said. “Ryner, the humans brainwashed you and gave you the wrong idea entirely. The truth is that we bear God’s eyes. We’re a superior species, not inferior.”


Ryner grimaced. “So you’re saying we’re not even human?”


Tiir smiled, sad. “Right… Most Alpha Stigma bearers make that same face when I try to convey that we’re not human. But that belief is the root of your unhappiness…”


“Mm? Our unhappiness?”


Tiir nodded. “It starts when you’re born. You’re born as a human child and raised as one for the first few years of your life. You’re brainwashed in that time period. Brainwashed and told that you can live as a human and be happy as a human. You love humans, believe in them, devote yourself to them… but in the end, they betray you. They curse you, call you a monster, fear you as a demon… and then they kill you. Am I wrong?”


“……”


No, he wasn’t. Tiir was right.


The vast majority of humans feared, loathed, and threatened to kill Alpha Stigma bearers. Ryner might have been different, but he didn’t know either way because he didn’t have any memories of the first few years of his life. But Arua… Arua had that exact thing happen to him. Both his parents were killed and he was taken in by the military for research just because he had the Alpha Stigma. Ryner had also been taken in by the military… 


But… 


“…That didn’t happen to you?” Ryner asked. “What about before your scarlet cross appeared—”


“No,” Tiir said and shook his head. “I have never loved a human before. I have never felt that I was the same as humans before. Since the very beginning, my eyes…” Tiir pointed to the scarlet pentagrams in Ryner’s eyes, then back at his own crosses. “Iino Doue appears at a different time from the Alpha Stigma. The Alpha Stigma generally appears when you’re five or six years old. That’s about when yours did, right?”


Even if Tiir said so, Ryner didn’t have the memories to confirm or deny it with. He had no idea when the pentagram had first risen in his eyes… He knew when he first used their power, but he didn’t know for sure if the pentagrams had been there before then or not… After all, they weren’t all that visible as long as he wasn’t using his power. The people around him probably wouldn’t have looked for it, and therefore not noticed it even if it had already activated. So he really had no idea if his eyes already bore the Alpha Stigma or not when he came to and began to remember things… 


But if Tiir said that it generally happened at age five or six, then that was probably the case with him too. Arua was at that age, too.


“……”


In any case, he’d never heard about this stuff before.


Ryner looked to Tiir.


He was glad that he’d come with him.


He didn’t like the logic a guy who calmly killed and ate human beings followed, but… he was still a wealth of knowledge. There was value in them sticking together.


“So when does Iino Doue, um… activate? You said the timing’s different from Alpha Stigma?”


“Yeah. Iino Doue activates when we’re still in the womb.”


“Whoa, really?”


Tiir nodded. “Mm.”


That answer left Ryner with a certain doubt. “But even if your eyes activated in the womb, you still had a human mother, right? Would she not raise you? If she did, don’t you think you would have thought of yourself as human?”


Tiir smiled. “I don’t think that could have happened. I mean, I don’t even know the face of the woman who carried me.”


“Huh? Then… do you not have any memories of your childhood either?”


Tiir looked puzzled. “Hm? You don’t have any memories of then, Ryner?”


Tiir turned the question back on him… 


Ryner recalled his very first memory. It was a memory of the world, dyed red to its edges… the world he suddenly woke up to. It was a wide-open savanna, red from the sunset… and from the bodies and blood of hundreds. No matter which way he looked, all he saw were bodies, bodies, bodies… 


That was his first memories. All he knew at the time was his own name. He didn’t know who he was, why he was there, or what he was doing. He couldn’t remember any of it.


So Ryner nodded. “Yeah… I don’t have any memories from before I was five or so. All I knew was my name. Does that kind of thing happen often to Alpha Stigma bearers?”


“…Hm. I wonder.” Tiir folded his arms and seriously considered it for a moment before continuing. “No, I’ve not heard that from any of the Alpha Stigma bearers I’ve found. All the Alpha Stigma bearers I know… were either persecuted along with their parents, or were persecuted by their parents…” 


Arua fell into that first category. So most of them were like him, then… but what about Ryner?


Tiir gazed at Ryner with pitying eyes. “Something psychologically unbearable might’ve happened to you. The humans must have done something so horrible that you had to suppress your memories of it to survive. They say they love you but then discriminate, and kill people who are supposed to be the same as them with perfect composure… That’s why I think they’re lesser beings. They’re the monsters, not us…” 


“…I can’t deny that,” Ryner said.


Tiir smiled. “That’s why you don’t need to make such a sad face. You’re not human, see? What they do has nothing to do with you. You’re different from them.”


Even if he said that… it just made Ryner’s feelings on the matter even more complicated. Tiir was praising him with a big smile, full of fondness. But… 


“…You’re just praising me for not being a human, though, aren’t you?” Ryner mumbled to himself and scowled.


It wasn’t like he’d gone this long without considering that he might not be human. He had thought of it before. But was that really the case? Yes, he had the eyes of a monster. But… 


Ryner looked down at his hands. They looked the exact same as a human’s would - his skin, his nails, even down to his faintly visible veins. Everything about them looked perfectly human. Everything about him was like that… except for his eyes. That’s what he thought. That’s how he’d always thought of it. He always, always thought that. Yes, he was a monster. But only because of his eyes… 


If it weren’t for those eyes… 


“……”


It looked like… he was thinking himself in circles again. His mind always got wrapped up in the same train of thought, following it around and around… 


And then… those words resounded through his mind. The thing Ferris’ brother Lucile said. 


“What kind of impossible dreams do you ugly monsters have?”


He was… a monster. He knew that.


“You should already know. Monsters’ hands are already covered in blood. They can’t grasp anything… and they can’t make it anywhere.”


Of course he knew that. But… but even so, if maybe… just… 


Tiir looked at him like he could see right into his thoughts, then spoke. “By the way… there’s more to the story about the woman who was pregnant with me.”


“…Huh?”


“See, before she reached full-term, I opened up my eyes inside of her, and my Iino Doue activated. What do you think happened next?” 


Ryner. Looked at Tiir. And forced himself to speak. “Y, you can’t have.” He shivered.


The information he had let him to theorize a certain conclusion. But.. that shouldn’t… 


Tiir was made like any human child, but he didn’t know his mother’s face. Why? Why…?


“…You can’t have… devoured your mother from the inside out?”


Tiir wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Don’t call that thing my mother, okay?”


“You…”


Ryner’s voice trailed off. He couldn’t really continue, could he? It’d become a conversation that they definitely couldn’t have. It was stupid. Ridiculous. So… so… 


Tiir looked him over and smiled. “Yes. You’ve finally realized. A fetus inside of a womb shouldn’t have a consciousness or will of its own yet. And yet, I ate the woman who carried me from within her stomach. What do you think that means?”


Ryner shivered. He was at a loss for words.


What did it mean? It meant… that Tiir, that Iino Doue, weren’t the same as people from the beginning. It was like how everyone knew that birds would eventually fly. Iino Doue would eventually eat their mothers.


He wasn’t human, then. He was… 


“Y-you’ve got to be kidding!” Ryner said.


But Tiir continued, calmly pleased. “Are you… insulting me? Are you trying to say that something that is born by eating its ‘mother’ alive can only be a monster?”


“…Ah, ughh…”


Tiir remained in good spirits, and almost appeared to be worried for Ryner’s sake. “It’s probably best if you don’t speak too ill of me. You’ll just turn it back on yourself in the end, after all. It’s going to be alright. You don’t need to be afraid anymore. You aren’t alone. You aren’t human, so all of us will be there for you.”


Tiir reached out to hold him, but… 


“D, don’t touch me,” Ryner said and batted his arms away.


Tiir watched him, eyes full of sympathy. “This is the root of the Alpha Stigma bearer’s… this is the root of your unhappiness. I was given my decree when I was still just a fetus, but your decree never came…”


“…Decree? What are you talking about?”


Tiir pointed to the sky. “Of course I mean God’s divine orders. See, from the second I opened my eyes, I began to hear a voice descending from the heavens. Only I can hear it. It said, ‘Kill the original prey. Devour those lowly humans,’ see?”


“…What?” Ryner asked. His shivering stopped. “It descends on you from the sky?”


Tiir was a bit surprised. “Hm? This is the first time an Alpha Stigma bearer has ever reacted to that.”


“Just answer me. You’re saying the voice descends from the sky, right?”


Tiir nodded. “Yes. In reality, it’s spoken directly into my mind, but I’m not sure that fact is all that relevant… um, yeah. It leaves me with the sensation that it’s descended on me. All Iino Doue bearers say the same thing. Will Heim bearers tend to say they started hearing it about two months after birth, but they seem to hear it in the end…”


“Will Heim…? You mentioned them before too, right? They’re Cursed Eyes too, right?”


Tiir was fast to chide him. “I told you, we’re not Cursed Eyes. That’s a discriminatory term that humans use for us. We’re God’s Eyes.”


…Yeah, Ryner really didn’t give a shit about that. “So, Cursed Eyes… er, I mean, definitely not that. God’s Eyes. There’s Alpha Stigma, Iino Doue, and Will Heim, so that makes three kinds, right…?”


“No, there are two more - Torch Curse and Ebra Crypt.”


“There’s so many…”


It was starting to get exhausting keeping up with it all. There were five types of Cursed Eyes… no, maybe he should say God’s Eyes after all. But he’d never met any of them. He’d been reading up on it, too. In Roland, Nelpha, Runa, Iyet… he read up on the subject everywhere he went, but he’d never heard of any of them except for Alpha Stigmas. That meant… 


“So there’s probably the most Alpha Stigma bearers out of all of the Cursed… I mean God’s Eyes…” Ryner trailed off. No, that wasn’t important now. There was something else they had to discuss. “Um, let me change my question here. Can we go back to what we were talking about before?”


“Earlier? Which thing? Oh, are you hungry?”


“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant.”


“…But really, you must be hungry by now, right? We’ve talked about it a few times now, after all.”


Well, that was true…  


Ryner looked around.


They were currently travelling the main road from Roland to Nelpha. They weren’t far at all from the Nelphan border now. This road had teahouses spread here and there along it… 


Ryner scowled. He’d been to a teahouse on this road, in fact. When he first met Ferris. They’d been headed to Nelpha to search for the Heroic Relics on Sion’s orders when Ferris poked her head into a teahouse. It wasn’t long before she was back out. “Eat this,” she’d said and expressionlessly handed Ryner some dango.


He’d wondered why she disliked him so much then. But the dango she gave him was surprisingly tasty… though he lost his appetite for it when he watched Ferris eating it. Because she was just so expressionless as she ate. He hadn’t known the extent of her love for dango yet at that point.


“……”


The teahouse in front of them now… didn’t have Ferris in it.


“See, we can eat dango here before we go to Nelpha,” Tiir said, bright and chipper.


Ryner shook his head. “No, nope, I’m actually not hungry at all…”


“Hm? Ryner, do you not like dango?”


“Huh?” Ryner thought about it for a moment. Dango. Dango… “…Yeah. I’m not a fan.”


“Oh, okay. How about we just eat the humans working th—”


“I’m not gonna do that!!” Ryner yelled.


Tiir put his hands on his hips. “It’s not healthy to be so picky about food!” He said in a preachy tone.


“…Come on, my only choices here are dango and humans…”


He felt the joke fall flat between them.


Tiir looked worried. “Are you really okay with not eating here? You won’t get another chance for food until we’ve crossed the border into Nelpha!”


He was awfully persistent. “Ugh, what are you, my mom? I’m not hungry if I say I’m not. What about you? Are you okay leaving without eating any dango yourself?”


Tiir looked past the teahouse, far along the path in front of them. “My meal’s waiting for me over there—”


“You mean the guards at the border!? Don’t go eating people in front of me!”


“I know better. Besides, I already said it, but humans are inferior life forms. They’re no better than shit. I’m going to eat their magic, not their bodies. They’ll definitely fire some at us when we try to cross the border, right?”


Ryner eyed Tiir suspiciously. “You better not be tellin’ lies.”


Tiir met his eyes. “I won’t lie to you. Humans are the ones who can lie with a straight face, not us. We’d never lie to our allies.”


He was serious. Anyone could tell that he was telling the truth. Not because he seemed like an honest, upstanding guy or anything… but because he despised humans from the depths of his heart.


Humans told lies, and God’s Eyes didn’t. They were different from humans. Humans were inferior and they were superior. But… 


“……”


Was that really true?


Ryner gazed at Tiir. At his eyes. At the scarlet cross in them. Was it actually a certificate? Proof that their abilities surpassed what humans could do, something that meant that they were superior? 


It was true that they could do things humans couldn’t, but… it wasn’t something they’d chosen. It was something that was forced upon them. 


For example. There were a number of people in Roland with magic circles tattooed on their bodies to increase their war potential. But that wasn’t something they’d chosen to have happen. It happened because human experimentation was such a hot topic of research under the last king. Many, many people died because of it. Many people were sacrificed. But the result was a country filled with people with extraordinary abilities.


Ryner had met people like that in the Hidden Elites, an organization affiliated with the orphanage he came from. They’d been human. Everyone knew that. They might have had abilities that made them stronger than others, but they were still human. What else would they be? They were humans with magic circles on them. Nothing more and nothing less… 


So what about Cursed Eyes? Were they any different? Weren’t they just humans with weird marks on their eyes?


“……”


Ryner looked back to Tiir again. At his eyes that held faint crosses. That was the only off thing about him. The only proof that he was different from others. That was the only reason they were cursed, feared, loathed, called monsters, and abused.


And maybe they were monsters. Monsters who killed humans.


But if they killed humans, wasn’t that proof that they were above them, in a way?


Or rather… 


“…Gh, ahh…”


Those thoughts just appeared in his head on their own. He couldn’t help but react to it.


“Hm? What’s wrong?” Tiir asked. “Did you decide to have some dango while we can after all?”


Ryner didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer.


The fog that had clouded his mind until now was clearing. He looked back to Tiir. To the red crosses in his black eyes.


Tiir tilted his head, concerned. “What’s gotten into you?”


Ryner didn’t answer. He just stared at Tiir’s eyes. His black eyes. And scarlet crosses.


“…Shit. How am I so dumb? How’d it take me so long to notice something so obvious?” Ryner spat.


Tiir looked troubled. “What are you talking about all of a sudden?”


He recalled something he himself had said as he stared at Tiir’s eyes. Something about the Runa Empire, back from when he went to save Arua from abuse and experimentation that was happening for the sole reason of him being an Alpha Stigma bearer.


“Let the demon go. It’s our research subject. If you don’t let it go, God will bestow punishment upon you, as an ally of demons…”


And Ryner had replied, “You guys just said… god’s punishment, right? That we’d be punished for having these eyes…? You guys have done unspeakable atrocities and won’t be punished for squat, but we’ll be punished just because of our eyes?”


He hadn’t been offended, or even angry. Just sad. Sad because he was watching the same tragedies repeat time and time again. So seeing them made him emotional. And it made him overlook something. The most important part of it all.


“Shit, shit, shit, shit… What the hell. What the hell was that? God will punish us? Then why did he make us? God, answer me if you exist. Why did you make us? You went out of the way for us to be born… was it just so you could punish us when you’re done playing with us? Don’t fuck with me! We aren’t your toys. We’re just… living. We didn’t want to be like this… we didn’t want to be born monsters. We don’t like having these eyes…”


That was it.


They didn’t like having those eyes. Why, then, were their eyes branded? Why did they have them at all?


Ryner stared at Tiir’s eyes. His black eyes with a scarlet brand. The brand that Tiir said was proof of them being a superior existence.


“……”


But what if he couldn’t accept that?


What if Tiir was just a normal human. Even his black eyes were the same as a normal human’s eyes. And the cross… 


“……”


The cross was just… engraved in them from behind. Then what? It was no different from the human experimentation that went on inside Roland. It was the same as when people were tattooed with magic circles.


That left one question.


Who had engraved their brands…?


He recalled what he said one more time.


“Why did you make us? You went out of the way for us to be born… was it just so you could punish us when you’re done playing with us?”


“…I’m so fucking dumb…”  


There was no way that was true. There was no way they were made for that dumbass reason. It’d be meaningless.


So who did it? And why?


“Tiir.”


Relief washed over Tiir’s face. “I’m so glad you feel like having a normal convers—” 


“Earlier,” Ryner interrupted, “You said that you hear god’s voice descend from the sky… right?”


“Ahh, yeah. But you shouldn’t fuss over that too much, Ryner. Normal Alpha Stigma bearers can’t hear the voice of God, so they typically don’t have too much interest in the topic anyway.”


Even his rebuttal had a few interesting things in it.


One: Normal Alpha Stigma bearers couldn’t hear that voice descending on them. Ryner already sort of knew that, though, because of something the Gastark spies Sui and Kuu said. They hunted Cursed Eyes so they knew a lot about the topic. They said something interesting when Ryner went berserk.


“Wh-what’s with him? He isn’t a normal Alpha Stigma bearer, is he? That power… and that voice. What in the world was talking!? It was like it was someone else entirely…”


Apparently… it wasn’t normal. Apparently that shouldn’t happen to a normal Alpha Stigma bearer. But he already knew he wasn’t like normal Alpha Stigma bearers. Because normal ones couldn’t go back to how they were after going berserk. They’d stay that way until they were killed. Ryner, on the other hand, would regain his sense of self. That was why Roland’s military decided to keep him like a pet. Because he was unusual.


Another point that proved him to be different from normal Alpha Stigma bearers came up at Ferris’ house. He could see something that Arua couldn’t.


So… where did the differences start, and what were they? Did it have something to do with that voice?


“……”


A voice from the sky.


What was it?


Tiir, an Iino Doue bearer, said that he could hear it too. While he was still in the womb, no less.


Then there was the second interesting thing Tiir said: that Tiir believed the voice was god. Ryner didn’t think it was, though. He didn’t believe in god in the first place. Like, what was god even supposed to be? Religion really wasn’t all that big in Roland, so he wasn’t sure… but a god was supposed to protect the peace and be all powerful and all knowing and stuff, right?


Would war and discrimination really exist if there were a god like that?


There was no way such a convenient thing could exist. At least, not one who’d help humans out with divine intervention. There was no doubt about that.


So, with that in mind, what was that voice?


Tiir said that it gave him an order when he was still in the womb. That it told him, ‘Kill the original prey. Devour those lowly humans.’


Was god someone who’d say that? There was just no way. Absolutely none. No way in hell that was a god. What was it, then?


A fuzzy memory popped into his mind. A memory of something that happened after the Alpha Stigma crushed his conscious mind.


It was a voice. A voice descending upon him.


What did it say?


“A god. A demon. An evil god. A hero. A monster. What did you guys call me? What was I called? Hahahah.”


“You mean to kill me? Kill me with your current power? With items such as Elemio’s? You are nothing but a worm crawling on the ground. Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha. Disappear. disappear. DISAPPEAR. Everything is nothing. Idle. Return to nothing.”


“In the beginning, there was destruction. We didn’t create, bless, or save. We just erased until everything was pure white.”


“…Elemio,” Ryner whispered. That was a clue. A clue that he’d overlooked until now that could lead him ever closer to the truth.  


“Hm? Ele… what? What’s that?” Tiir asked, puzzled.


Ryner shook his head. “It’s nothing. Let’s continue our conversation.”


Tiir smiled bitterly. “That’s fine, but if you’re not going to eat any dango, don’t you think we should get a move on? Standing like this will tire our feet out, and besides, everyone’s waiting for us, so I want to go home as soon as possible.”


“Oh, uh… yeah. Okay,” Ryner said. He walked forward on the road that stretched out before them. They’d soon cross the border soon and be somewhere that wasn’t Roland. But for now, they were still standing on Rolandic ground.


“……”


Ryner turned around.


Of course the path behind him hadn’t changed. They’d only just been there. And if he walked back along it, he’d reach Roland’s royal capital in about five days. And yet Roland felt so far away right now.


He hadn’t felt like this when he left Roland and went to Nelpha and Runa with Ferris. But now… it seemed so, so far away… 


Tiir had walked about ten steps ahead of him in the time he took to stop and stare. He turned back to Ryner, exasperated. “Are you reluctant…?”


Ryner shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s not like I’m particularly fond of this country or anything—”


“That’s not it,” Tiir interrupted. “That’s not what I was asking.”


“Hm? Then what did you mean?”

 

Tiir smiled, a little sad. Like he was worried about Ryner from the bottom of his heart. “I was asking if you were reluctant to leave your time as a human here in Roland behind.”


Ryner looked at Tiir, whose face was full of pity. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see Tiir making that face at him.


But Tiir continued. His tone was, at its core, kind. “I can imagine what you might be feeling right now. Alpha Stigma bearers all feel like that at first… because they can’t hear that voice. But you don’t need to feel like that. Because we’re not human. We’re superior. Ah, if you don’t like me calling us ‘superior,’ then I can use different vocabulary for it,” Tiir said, then thought for a moment before continuing. “Even if we were human instead of something superior… we still wouldn’t be able to coexist with them.”


“……”


“You understand that most of all, don’t you? Remember everything that’s happened to you. No matter how much you wanted to be saved, no one would save you. The closer they get, the more it hurts… right?”


“……”


Tiir held a hand out for him. “That’s why you took my hand. Isn’t it?”

“……”


“Things have been tough, haven’t they? But it’s okay now. You don’t need to worry anymore. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone in this world. You aren’t someone who only hurts the people around you. You’re not a demon.”


“……”


“Come on. Our friends are waiting for us. No one will ever betray you again.”


Ryner didn’t say anything. He just turned back one last time to look at the road behind them. At Roland behind them.


It was… far away. Horribly far away. Overwhelmingly far away.


“…You’re the ‘human’ of our side,” Tiir said.


“…Yeah… you’re right…”


Ryner didn’t turn back again after that.


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Ferris stood on a road near Imperial Nelpha, but still within the borders of Roland.


“……Mgh.”


She was deeply, deeply troubled, her clear blue eyes focused on the scene before her. She was an absolute beauty, with needlessly shiny golden hair and porcelain limbs. Anyone and everyone called her beautiful. It didn’t matter if they were old or young, men or women. She caught everyone’s eye as she travelled.


But no one talked to her as she stood there. Not a single person. Because right after they noticed how beautiful she was, they noticed the massive longsword strapped to her waist. Then they noticed the six full backpacks she was somehow managing to carry. To top it all off, her expression was completely, unchangingly blank. It was impossible to tell if it was blankness from displeasure or a calm blankness as she stared fixedly at the two teahouses before her… 


“……Mghmghmmgh.”


Everyone who saw her thought the same thing - she was thinking about something serious. They didn’t know what, but it had to be serious… 


So they all kept their distance. Though Ferris was completely unaware of all that. Because she was horribly torn.


There were two teahouses before her.


She’d been to the one on the left before. They had a reputation for having delicious dango, so there was no way that Ferris could have left the area without checking it out. The bigger problem here was the one on the right. It was one that she couldn’t recall ever seeing before. It was most likely a new one that had been built over the course of her travels.


“……”  


Ferris stared right at it.


The signs were dirtier than she’d expect, though. The wooden building didn’t have that fresh and new look, either. It definitely looked like some time had passed since it appeared. Also, she’d never received information about a new store around here where she could eat tasty dango. Eight or nine times out of ten, a store she’d never heard about would only have so-so dango.


She shook her head.


“No, no. Wait, Ferris. Think about this for a second. How, from a business perspective, would it manage to run right here next to the famous dango shop…? Maybe, just maybe… mghmgh…”


This was a seriously tough problem. 


People seldom came here unless they had business in Nelpha. So on the rare cases that people came all this way due to business abroad, they’d surely fill their stomaches with the famous dango while they were here. Of course, one could also trial the new store while they were here and then take some of the famous dango to go.


She’d brought seven backpacks full of dango from Roland’s capital, and she’d just finished eating everything in the first one. Yes, she could eat her fill of the new dango and take the famed dango with her… but those were two completely different experiences. And what if? What if, no matter how small the chance, it was delicious…? She might miss out on eating more of an absolutely splendid new recipe…  


“Kgh… I always knew it in my heart, but mastering the way of dango is no easy feat…”


She was torn.


“Mgh.”


Very torn.


“Mghmgh.”


Ferris was very very torn.


And then it dissipated entirely.


“Alright, let’s go with this one.”


She walked to the new store, sat down, and ordered tea and dango.


She picked the dango up by its skewer, lifted it to her mouth, and chewed. Her eyes widened.


“…Mm, this is…”


The flavor of dango spread through her mouth. 


If she had to describe it, she’d say the texture was crinkley and the flexibility was hollowy. It wasn’t sweet or savory, and it reeked of old flour.


It was horrible… unbelievably horrible… 


Ferris shivered.


It was terrible. So terrible that she couldn’t stand it.


It was absolutely enraging.


Where should she direct her anger?


“…At that bastard, Ryner!!” Ferris shouted.


Apparently she was taking it out on Ryner.


She didn’t even care about how bad the dango was anymore. Ryner just made her more and more angry the longer this went on. She punched the air in front of her as she recalled that goth guy and Ryner, whose whereabouts were currently unknown…


“……”


She thought of Ryner’s face then. The last expression she’d seen him make. He’d looked like he’d given up on everything and was ready to cry. Like he thought that Ferris was far, far away… 


She didn’t… want to see him making that face. She hadn’t chased after him so she could see that face. She didn’t know why she did it, but she did know that it wasn’t to see what had ended up happening. 


Ferris sighed quietly. She took another bite of the horrible dango. No matter how terrible it was, she’d long since pledged to never waste any dango. She looked out at the sky as she endured the horrid taste in her mouth. She watched the clouds drift into Nelpha from Roland.


“…Geez. Where is he?”


She didn’t have much to go off of. The biggest clue she had was what that goth cannibal and Ryner had talked about before they left together.


“Ahh… so I need to explain all the way from the beginning… I heard that there were few God’s Eyes bearers in the south, but I didn’t think it was this bad… well, there’s nothing I can do about that now. I’ll explain. Come on, let’s go.”


“Huh? Where?”


“To where my friends are. I came here specifically to pick you up.”


And so on.


Apparently the goth had friends, and not in the Southern Continent. They were either in the Central or Northern Continent.


Roland was the southernmost country on the continent now, so she figured that she should at least head north for the time being, which was why she was heading to Nelpha now… 


Ferris looked down from the sky and over to the teahouse next door. The one that was famous for its dango. She came to check it out soon after she heard the rumors. The dango was indeed delicious, and she’d left satisfied. Then she came back a second time on Sion’s orders along with that man of doubtful origins, Ryner Lute, an endlessly apathetic super perverted sex manic.


She’d bought him dango from there and had him try it while he loitered.


When he did, his eyes had widened.


“Whoa, this is good!” He said.


“Hehe.”


“It’s like, better flour than most? Maybe?”


“Hehhehehheh.”


“Hey, you. You’ve gotta know the secret, laughing like that.”


“Naturally.”


“Spill it then.”


“Heheh, you want me to explain it to you?” Ferris asked.


“Well… oh, wait. Is it a long explanation?”

“Hm. I can give you a summary in two hours—”


“I’ll pass.”


“No passing.”


“Whaa? Guess I’ll sleep while you explain… whoa, why’d you get your sword out?”


“Mm? Did you not read the rules before entering school? Nodding off equals death in dango class.” 


“What kind of rule is that!? Also, when the hell did I sign up for this school!?”


“Forget about that… And give it up. You said it yourself, did you not? ‘Whoa, this is good! Please let me enroll in your dango schoo—’”


“I never said thaaaaatttt!!!”


In the end, Ryner cried and listened to the whole lecture on dango history.


It had been fun. Ryner said the same thing she thought was good was, in fact, good. It was much more enjoyable than just eating dango by herself. Surprisingly, the dango had tasted better then than it did the previous time she ate there, too.


“……”


And now, the third time she was here… 


Ferris looked down at the dango she wanted to do nothing more than throw away. She’d have Ryner be her human garbage disposal if he were here, and yet he wasn’t here in this crucial time. 


What a good-for-nothing. Useless. Lazy bones… 


“……Being alone… is kind of boring.”


She couldn’t place the emotion she was feeling. She’d already spent so much time alone. She spend every day since birth into the Eris family training to be suitably strong. She had always been alone. But she never thought it was tough. It was just normal to her. So she’d never once thought that being alone was boring before.


And if he’d never been here at all… 


“……”


She recalled something that guy had said to Ryner.


“Let’s go. Our friends are waiting.”


The hand that held her dango shook.


Friends? Friends?


Stupid. What was he, crazy?


Why did he look at her with that expression?


At her… at his… 


“…We’re friends, aren’t we?” She whispered weakly.


She put her half-eaten dango back on the plate. This was the first time she was ever leaving dango uneaten. But she really didn’t have an appetite right now. She really didn’t feel well.


Perhaps the dango was so awful that it caused her health to deteriorate.


Just how old was the flour they used to make it…?


It was hard to breathe and her stomach hurt.


She shook her arms and dug some coins out of her pocket. “I’ll just leave the money for it here…”


With that, she stood and continued on her way.


The owner ran out to call to her, flustered. “M-ma’am! You’ve left your backpacks here! Six of them!”


Ferris turned back to face her. “I won’t be taking them. I might be travelling for a long while now. Do you think you could take them off my hands?”


“W-won’t you need luggage on a long trip…? Being asked to take care of all this is trouble for me, too…”


Ferris ignored her and continued to walk. But then she turned back one more time. “Uu…”


She hurried back to the backpacks to grab two skewers of dango.


“A, alright.”


She set out one more time, determined not to look back anymore. She could never catch up to Ryner with all that baggage.


“That damned Ryner. He’ll pay dearly when I find him.”


And so she left Roland.


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 Volume 7: The Reality of Running Away

Chapter 6: Because You're Already Cursed


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“…They’re late.”


Ferris was waiting for her servants’ information in the Eris gardens. Sion had arranged for Calne, a strangely cheery servant, and Eslina, a rather huffy servant, to find information regarding Ryner’s whereabouts at once and then report back to her, but… 


She looked up. The evening sun was dying the Eris lands a pretty color as it sunk past the trees in the distance… 


“They’re way too late…” 


She was starting to lose her patience.


Ryner had checked out of his inn yesterday. A whole day had passed. He could have crossed the border and left the country in that time. 


She knew that she was the most capable person when it came to looking for him, but here she was, waiting in a place like this. She didn’t even have any clues.


“…It’s probably impossible to find him by now,” she said, as expressionless as always. But her annoyance and impatience were getting stronger the longer she waited. The red of the setting sun was irritating her.


She recalled Ryner from when she last saw him. He was the same unmotivated, lazy, and worthless man as always. But… 


She was hit by a sense of uneasiness.


There was just… 


“……”


There was just something different about him yesterday. She thought it then, too. Something about his face was weird. Back when she met Ryner for the first time, she noticed that he had a certain way of smiling. It was more ambiguous than most people’s - an incomplete, half-way there sort of smile… 


“…Mgh.”


Something was irritating her. And on top of that irritation, she felt a vague sort of pain in her chest… 


She was surprised at these feelings. Because she’d never felt them before.


“What is this…”


It felt like it was squeezing her heart.


“It’s…”


She thought of that smile.


“It’s…”


It was really an incomplete smile. 


She suddenly heard Ryner’s voice in her head.


“Uhehehheh. I sure stood you up. Did you seriously think I was gonna meet up with you? That’d be such a pain. I’d rather ditch this country on my own so I can attack as many women as I want and take as many naps as I want! Yahhooooo!”


“What a bastard. I will definitely kill him once I find him.”


Apparently that was what this feeling was. She really, really wanted to punch Ryner’s stupid face right now, but he wasn’t here to punch, so she was getting irritated.


So he was the source of her anger.


“I see,” she said to herself. She felt a bit calmer now that she’d identified the cause of the pain in her heart. “Geez… what is that Calne fellow even doing—”


She abruptly stopped as she felt something change. She looked away from the sunset and to a garden stone.


“What do you need from me? Brother.”

 He appeared on the stone as she spoke to him. He had the same blond hair and porcelain skin as her. His eyes remained closed.


Lucile Eris.


“…How long have you been watching me?” Ferris asked.


“Since always,” Lucile said with a smile. “I’ve always been watching after you ever since you were a kid.”


Ferris remained expressionless despite her brother’s smile. She looked back at the sky. The sun was setting and it was getting dark. The day was ending. That meant that it was over 24 hours since Ryner was last seen. He was surely… 


Ferris’ eyes narrowed. She looked away from the sky.


“Brother.”


“What is it?”


“What did you do to Ryner?”


Lucile’s smile didn’t falter. “I warned him against making a pass at my sister.”


“……”


Lucile was certainly smiling. But it was a smile devoid of emotion. It was like a mask.  And it scared her.


She was different. They had the same hair, the same eyes, and the same features… but they were different.


He wasn’t just emotionless. He was empty. There was truly nothing inside of him.


His expression was inorganic. It lacked human kindness. No, it lacked any humanity at all… 


And then his expression changed. It became troubled. Bitter. But that too was a purposefully constructed fake… “Oh? You’re glaring at me? This is a new expression for you. I have never seen you make it before. You’ve felt another new emotion, haven’t you?”


“……”


The mask continued. “You’re becoming an adult now too, aren’t you? Even though you used to be so little…”   


“……”  


She was frozen. Frozen and shivering.


The thing in front of her… what was this thing in front of her?


She didn’t know, so she couldn’t stop shivering.


Things had always been this way, ever since that day. He saved her then, but was always… 


“Really,” Lucile said kindly. “On one hand, I’m happy to see my beloved sister growing up so fast. But on the other hand, it’s a little tough, you know?”


“……”


She shivered at the words she couldn’t say: what did her brother do on that day?


“It’s really tough. Because it feels like you’ll end up somewhere that I won’t be able to reach, you know?”


“……”


He changed on that day. That was the unmistakable truth. And he probably changed… so that he could save her. But her brother… 


“Brother, what did you do on that d—”


“They’re here, Ferris.”


“Mm?” Ferris turned to check the path. But nobody was there. “What do you m…”


Lucile was gone when she looked back.


“…He dodged the question…”


That or… 


She heard the back gate open. But it was a faint sound that was very difficult to hear because the gate was pretty far from where she was now. She wouldn’t have heard it if Lucile hadn’t brought her attention to visitors and caused her to start listening. But he said that before the gate opened. So he must have noticed the visitors before they ever reached the gate.


“……”


There was an overwhelming difference in what they were capable of. But that had always been the case. She’d never been able to compare to him. He was a genius. A textbook genius.


She watched the butler, Croseli, lead her guest to the garden. It shouldn’t have been possible for anyone to sense a visitor from that distance. And if they could… 


“……”


Ferris didn’t say anything. But her usual expressionless face took a bit of emotion - a little sadness, and a little pout.


“Brother… Just where did you…?”


But she didn’t finish that thought, in the end.


---


Eslina’s eyebrows were scrunched up earlier in Reylude’s castle town. “Geez,” she said. She had amber hair and was more grounded and reliable than most fourteen year olds. She looked to her boss at her side. “Calne, are you even motivated!?”


“Huh? Oh, of course I am!” Calne said. He was eighteen, too old to be called a boy, but his face was rather boyish nonetheless, and his wavy blond hair, childish expression, and delicate body only added to the overall impression. “Hmhmhmm~”


His humming didn’t help him look his age either, Eslina thought.


His official title in the Roland Empire’s army was Major General Calne Kaiwel. He’d been an right-hand man to Claugh and Sion back in the revolution, so he ended up reaching a pretty high rank, but…


“Oh, Eslina! Look!”

“Huh? What is it?”


“That bakery’s owner is a real babe, right?”


“Calne, I already asked you to stop talking about that stuff all the time! Also, this really isn’t the time for it!” Eslina yelled, then huffed a sigh. Then she stole a glance at the bakery owner. Yes, she was beautiful. She was, but she was in her forties or fifties already… 


Eslina scowled. She knew that Calne liked adults… no, women who were in their late adulthood. But she couldn’t help but sulk knowing that he’d always prefer them to a girl like her… but she still believed that he’d turn back and see her one day once she became an adult too… 


She was only fourteen now, but she was starting to understand the things Calne liked little by little. She’d have a chance in a few years.


That’s what she believed. But the woman who His Majesty introduced Calne to today was young, too - about the same age as Calne. She wasn’t his demographic, but he still seemed to be into her. She was even pretty enough for him to forgive her even though she called him her servant on their first meeting. It made her feel ignored as a woman, even though she was doing her best to become a woman that he’d like…


How cruel.


And he’d said that he was excited to work with such a beauty, and that Sion was the best for introducing them.


How cruel.


She really thought that. Because she was out here trying her best… but Calne wouldn’t look at her like a woman at all. Did she just not have any appeal? Or was it because she was Fiole’s sister…?


Calne’s eyes narrowed with excitement. “Ah, the bookstore owner’s—”


“God! Why are you always, always… just do your job! We need to work hard and find that Ryner Lute guy…”


“Huh? But I’m not searching for him.”


“Whaaat!?” Eslina yelled. His Majesty just told them yesterday to look for Ryner Lute. But he wasn’t searching at all… “Then… then what are we doing right now?”


“Searching for someone.”

“B, but Ryner—”


“Yeah, we’re not looking for him.”

“Then who—”


“We’ve found him, Major General,” someone suddenly said from behind them.


“Huh!?” Eslina gasped, and turned back to see four men.


Eslina knew them. They were Calne’s subordinates. But she didn’t think they were in the military since they never wore military uniforms. They were all several years apart, each somewhere in his twenties or thirties. Just by looking one could tell that they weren’t ordinary people - they were sharp, perfectly alert, and didn’t leave any room for attacks. They bowed to Calne. “I apologize that we took so—”


 “It’s fine,” Calne said with a smile. “Honestly, you guys were pretty fast.”


The men bowed again. They showed nothing but loyalty towards Calne. It was a strange sight, seeing a bunch of grown men bowing to a teenager.


“Anyway, let’s go, Eslina. Since they found the person we were looking for and all.”


“But Ryner—”


“I already told you, we’re not looking for him.”

“Th, then who—”


“You’ll see,” Calne said and looked back to the men. “So where is he?”


“He’s presently between alleyways.”


“Hmm. Then we better hurry up.”


“Seriously, who…” Eslina had started to speak, but stopped when she felt Calne’s hand tightly grip hers. She felt her face get hot. Then she remembered that holding a girl’s hand was an everyday affair for Calne. She felt ashamed of her heart beating fast from it. “…G, geez. Let go of my hand already.”


“I won’t let go.”


“Huh…”


He gripped her hand tighter.  


“U-um, th, that hurts, Calne…”


 He just gripped it tighter. For a moment she thought he was going to hug her - his body was closer, his face was closer, and then… he moved right out of the way. “Whew… that was… dangerous, hrgh.” He then collected himself again.


“What was th—” Eslina had started to ask, but then she turned around to see four men collapsed on the ground in the alley - Calne’s subordinates. “Whaaat!?


One man stood in the darkness. He’d probably been the one to knock Calne’s subordinates out… wait, was she just attack too!? 


“C-Calne,” Eslina said with a shiver to her voice. “We should esc—”

They needed to do their best to get away, even if only one of them could make it. But then she was pushed back onto her bottom.


“Sorry, Eslina,” Calne said. “But I really need to talk to him, okay?” Calne’s eyes shone with excitement. He looked like a totally different person now, his sharp smile on a totally different level even when compared to his subordinates’.


The man standing off against Calne had an equally sharp aura. Her impression from looking at him was that he was a little older than Calne - perhaps he was in his early twenties? He had cold eyes and wore Roland’s military uniform on his thin but well-trained body. “Why did you assign a tail to me?”


Calne glanced at his subordinates again, then shrugged. “Couldn’t I say the same to you? You’ve been tailing my subordinates… Lear Rinkal.”


Lear’s expression only got colder. “And you, Calne Kaiwel. You’re Sion Astal’s right-hand man just as much as Claugh Klom is. You—”


Lear interrupted himself to jump forward with incomprehensible speed, throwing a fist straight at Calne. Eslina couldn’t even scream in shock in time. It was just too fast.


But Calne just smiled. “I thought that was coming,” he said and caught Lear’s fist.


“Mm.” Lear took a couple light steps back.


That wasn’t enough to stop the fight, though. Calne threw a kick that landed with ease.


“Gh,” Lear groaned as he was shot back from the impact.


Eslina almost yelled ‘yay,’ but… Calne groaned too. He massaged his right arm like it hurt. When she got a closer look, it was bent unnaturally… 


Eslina wanted to scream, but Calne put his other arm on it and cracked it back into place quickly… It made a gross sound as he did. 


“Geez, that hurt. Now my hand’s all weak… You’re horrible. My muscles are going to ache all day!” Calne said and glared.


“…I meant to break it. But instead I’m the one with a cracked rib.”


“I cracked it? I meant to break it… well, anyway, it seems like we’re evenly matched. You wouldn’t come out of this unharmed no matter who won.”

“……”


“That’s what you want, right? You knew that we wouldn’t be able to have a truthful conversation without fighting, so…”


“Whose orders are you acting on?” Lear asked.


“Sir Sion’s, obviously.”


“Lies.”

“I’m telling the truth. He ordered me to search for you and Sir Luke both.”


So this was who Calne had been looking for. But why? Eslina couldn’t help but wonder why Calne prioritized searching for Lear over their search for Ryner Lute.


Lear put a little more distance between Calne and himself, never letting up on his guard. “That’s a lie, too.”

Calne tilted his head to the side. “Why do you think so?”

“……”


Lear thought for a long moment. It was hard to tell if their conversation was over or not… and it looked like Lear was wondering that, too. He just stood there for some time, thinking about what to do… 


Calne looked a bit troubled. He put both of his hands up. “What about this, then?”


Lear’s expression changed. But Eslina still didn’t know what was going on.


“…What are you doing?” Lear asked, his expression guarded. “Do you want to die?”


Calne shrugged. “I won’t die if you don’t kill me.”


Lear’s eyes widened. “I’ll kill you if you’re my enemy.”


“I’m not.”


Lear fell into thought once again.


“What are you so scared of?” Calne asked. “I read all about your past. I didn’t think that you were the anxious type. Instead, you’re cool and collected. You handle situations in the most beneficial way possible. That ability alone puts you at about Claugh’s level, though Luke outshines you. And you dislocated my arm so easily…”


Calne massaged his arm for a moment before continuing.


“…What are you so scar—”


Lear flew at Calne, slamming him into the wall. Then he pulled a knife out of one of his pockets and held it against Calne’s neck. 


Eslina screamed and move to save him, but—


“Don’t move, Eslina!” Calne shouted.


Eslina froze. “Ah…”  


Calne smiled kindly. “Sorry for shouting. Just stay still for a sec, okay~? Because you’re already in the perfect position.” Then he looked back to Lear. “So? What’s made you lose your cool?”


Lear’s grip tightened as he dug Calne deeper into the wall. “Luke… Sergeant Luke Stokkart and Lieutenant Milk Callaud have been missing since the day before yesterday. Lach Velariore started to search for them yesterday and hasn’t shown back up, and then Moe Velariore disappeared this morning… I’m the only one left now, and I’m thinking you guys are the ones behind it all.”

“What!?” Eslina said.


“Huh? Why us?” Calne asked, his eyes wide. “I really have been doing what Sir Sion asks—”


“I looked into things, and the military’s been moving,” Lear continued, ignoring Calne’s objection. “But I can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s for noble money? But why would they capture us? And I really don’t think that the nobility would be able to do anything about Luke…”


The knife dug a little into Calne’s flesh.


“But… Calne Kaiwel. You’re strong. Smart. Who are you really working for? Answer me.”


The knife dug deeper.


“I told you… it’s Sion—”


“Liar.”


The knife dug deeper. Blood began to drop out through the fresh wound.


Stop…  


Lear lifted the knife just as Eslina was about to scream.


“Give me the truth. The whole, unstretched truth. I’ll kill her if you don’t.”

Eslina shivered. His aura was murderous. He was serious.


“Not just yet,” Calne said. “You can’t do that—”


“I’m not someone who can stay calm even when my friends are hurt,” Lear said.


 “Hm. So you’re serious?” Calne asked.


“Do you need proof?” Lear asked.


“…You’re supposed to laugh when you’re telling jokes,” Calne said. His eyes narrowed. The final trace of friendliness between them faded. Then Calne spoke lowly. Lower than she’d ever heard him. “I’ll kill you if you raise a hand against Eslina.”


“Not if I kill her before you can move.”

They both moved.


“Tch!”


Calne had grabbed Lear by the arm holding his knife, then threw his whole body in Eslina’s direction.


Eslina watched as Calne flew around just to protect her. 


A faint smile rose to Lear’s face. He pocketed his knife… and that was that.


“I’ve told you before. I hate those jokes worst of all!” Calne yelled. But it was his regular pitch. Hearing it made Eslina feel relieved.


“I see,” Lear said. “You will fail in your duty if you die now, but you still protected her… understood. I’ll believe you.” He sounded awfully polite, but it suited him - it sounded like this was how he usually spoke; coldly, politely, and yet his expression was somehow kind.


Eslina suddenly felt like she could relax. She sighed. 


Lear straightened his posture, then continued. “I apologize for waiting so long to introduce myself. I am Corporal Lear Rinka. Your Excellency Major General Calne Kaiwel, and…”


Eslina smiled and nodded politely. “Eslina Folkal. I am employed as Sir Calne’s secretary.”


Lear bowed deeply. “I do apologize for being so rude to a woman—”


“Ah… n, no, you needn’t bow.”

Calne looked a little worn out just from listening to them. “Your Excellency?” He repeated. “I guess I am a higher rank, but… hey, wait, why are you only a corporal? Is Sion’s head on right?”


Then again, Lear was loyal to Sergeant Luke… who followed Major Rahel Miller. Their strangely low ranks continued up the ladder. It really wouldn’t be strange at all if Luke or Miller were promoted above Calne, but apparently they kept refusing promotions.


Lear continued to ignore everything Calne said. “So, Your Excellence. What exactly did you need from me?”


Calne grimaced. “Can you stop calling me that?”


“Your Excellency!!” Eslina said.


Calne pressed a hand to his head, tired. “Don’t act like a kid, okay?”


“I-I’m not a kid!”

“You’re fourteen. You’re a kid.”


“You’re only four years older than I am!”


“What age do you think people stop being a kid?”


“Um… thirteen…?”


Calne sighed.


“Wh-why are you sighing at me!? You aren’t even a good judge of age! You think that adults are people in their forties or fifties!” Eslina yelled, the fire inside her growing.


The two of them fought like kids. Lear smiled as he watched it, then seemed to recall something that made him sad. “Oh, I sure hope Chief Milk’s okay…”


“Huh?”


“Nothing,” Lear said, easily returning to his usual cool-headed self. “So what did you need—”


“Isn’t going missing, like, super in vogue lately?” Calne asked.


“What?”

 

“I don’t know if it’s related to Luke and the others going missing,” Calne continued, not minding Lear at all. “But the taboo breaker you guys were after, Ryner Lute, has also up and disappeared, you know?”

Lear tilted his head in wonder. “He’s gone?”

Calne nodded. “He disappeared yesterday. Ferris Eris, his travelling partner, is also unaware of his whereabouts. Eslina and I were ordered to search for him… so that’s what we came to ask you about. You should be pretty knowledgeable about him by now, after all…”


“…I see. Hm. So it’s gone missing… My subordinates did mention that he was preparing to leave his inn by himself. I did think it was strange, but…”


“You knew he was leaving!?” Eslina and Calne shouted in unison.


“Taboo breakers are people who have fled the country despite knowing the secrets of our magic, and it’s a Taboo Hunter’s job to find and capture them,” Lear said matter-of-factly. “My job in particular is to gather information about our target’s whereabouts to prepare for capture.”


Eslina and Calne exchanged a look.


“So where is he now?” Calne asked.


“Estabul. But he’s not taking the typical route into the region. He’s passing through the western mountains to avoid garnering too much attention. However, contrary to what he might expect, the route with less people…”


“…Is actually the easier place to capture him,” Calne finished. “Because it’s a pretty straightforward path, not one with a bunch of different forks. Man, you really saved us, Lear. Okay, that’s one job out. Now.” Calne looked to Eslina. “Eslina, can you go tell Ferris what Lear just told us?”


“Yes, sir!”

“The search party, too…”


“Understood. I will also send a messenger to His Majesty, who will be departing for Estabul tomorrow, and help prepare the search party…” 


“You’re a great help,” Calne said and smiled.


Seeing it made her happy. This was what she worked so hard for. It looked like they’d be busy for a while. But… 


Calne sighed, then raised a fist. “Okay! It’s our job to protect the base while Sion’s away, so let’s do it well~! Go, team!”


“Yeah!!” Eslina said, raising her fist with him.


That was how they always worked.


Lear watched them sparkle, dumbfounded.


“Come on, now. You too, Lear.”


“Huh? Oh, um… I guess… if it’s a superior’s orders, then… y, yeaah,” he said quietly.


Calne and Eslina both laughed.


“Alright,” Calne said. “Now the Great Detective Calne Kaiwel will conduct his search for the remaining missing persons and beauties—”

“There’s a beauty right here!” Eslina yelled.


“……I guess so.”


“What!? Why do you look so dejected!?”


Calne ignored her and turned back to Lear. “No need to worry anymore, Corporal Lear. I’ll use all this crazy power that Sion’s left me to find Luke as fast as possible for you,” he said and puffed his chest out.


He looked really reliable. Eslina couldn’t help but smile. When she did, Lear looked at her, and then looked at Calne…


“I feel even more nervous about it now,” Lear said.

“Why!?”


And so the days of Sion’s absence began.


---


Time once again returned to before, when the sun had already fallen completely past the horizon.


Eslina had come to the noble’s district, hurrying as fast as she could, and had just arrived at her destination. Now the butler, Croseli, was leading her through the garden… 


A very beautiful woman waited for her there - Ferris Eris. She was beautiful in daylight, too, but in the light of the moon… she was honestly even more lovely than a goddess. Any man would become captivated by her. Even Eslina was at a loss for words for a moment.


She recalled the face Calne had made when he first saw her. Seeing Ferris now, Eslina understood his reaction entirely. She didn’t intend on losing, but… yeah, there was no way she could win again someone this beautiful.


“What were you doing?” Ferris asked. “You’re late. What are you, a tortoise? A slug? You horrid servant.”


“……”


Maybe she could win after all…


Leaving that aside.


“Er, I have some information for you,” Eslina said rather timidly. “We have determined Ryner Lute’s location.”


“Mm.”


“He is currently in Estabul, skirting the western edges—”


Ferris didn’t wait for her to finish. “Estabul… Hehe, hehehhehehe. Ryner, you cad. My chance to shadow you has finally arisen. Croseli, I’m leaving. Get me a map of Estabul.”


“Yes, my lady,” Croseli said happily. He handed over a map that he’d apparently prepared in advance.


“Oh, um… uh, the search party is still being formed…”


Ferris ignored her. “It’s over for you now, Ryner,” she said emotionlessly. “I’ll make your head fly through Estabul’s skies.”


Then she ran off, leaving their conversation on a scary note.


“Wha…”


She was fast to the point where it was unrealistic and soon disappeared out of sight.


“I-is she planning on looking for him alone? It must be difficult to find him all alone though…”


 Then the butler suddenly spoke. “I am grateful to you.”

“Huh? Umm… for what?”

“For finding Lord Ryner. It appears to have calmed the lady down quite a bit.”

That… was calm?


That?


“……”


Apparently real beauties really did live in another dimension!


Now Eslina felt like an idiot for being jealous of her before.


---


The worst times always came when one least expected them.


Ryner’s expression was one of anguish. He groaned quietly.


He’d passed Roland and gone a ways into Estabul already. It’d take a normal person two weeks of leisurely travel to reach the village he was in now, so Ryner naturally took four weeks to get there. He was travelling on his own time now, after all. He napped here and there, but he also didn’t know if he was being followed or not, so he left the road often to throw anyone who might be around off. He was careful to come and go with a sign that he’d ever been there.


He’d been staying at his current inn for three days now, and he still couldn’t sense any pursuers. It was unlikely that anyone was after him at all.


“……”


That was good… 


It was easier being alone. He could nap all he wanted. But… 


“…Uuuugh.”


He groaned again, his face scrunched up with pain.


The inn he was staying at now was actually pretty big, considering the size of the village it was located in. The food was good and the building had fifteen whole rooms, all of which were perfectly maintained. But only three people were staying at in now, including Ryner. But that was more than before. He’d been the only one back when he arrived. The inn didn’t seem to be doing all that well… 


Ryner commented on that fact during dinner yesterday, and the inn’s owner had said the following: “That’s not true at all. We don’t get many guests this time of year, but there’s a special constellation here that you can see in winter… It’s called the Rolika constellation. Have you heard of it?”


Ryner tilted his head. “Hmm. Rolika? Ahh, in Roland we call the one you can see in winter the Serrol constellation…”


The owner visibly tensed. “My, you’re from Roland?”


“Mm, I’m someone who ran away from Roland.”


The owner smiled. “Good, then. I’m relieved.”


Ryner wasn’t really sure what she was relieved about, though. He’d think that a regular citizen of Roland would be a better guest than a runaway criminal from Roland, but whatever. That was how Roland and Estabul were now. They had long histories of fighting and killing each other, and even the stars went by different names… 


They weren’t that different, everything considered. But they still fought every time they met.


“It’s so dumb,” Ryner muttered to himself sleepily.


“Hm? Did you say something?”


“Not really. Just sayin’ your food’s delicious.”

She looked pleased to hear that. “I bet. I mean, you came from Roland. Their food is horrible. And it does make me happy to see guests eat a lot of good food, you know. I’ll give you a third serving for free, okay?”


Ryner scrunched up his face and groaned again, his face pained.


“My, is something wrong?”

“No, not at all…”


“How can you say that while making that face? Does your stomach hurt?”

Ryner shook his head. This wasn’t that sort of problem. He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet. It was thin. It was clearly empty. “Uuu…”


“Really, what’s wrong?” She asked, worried. But that motherly expression of hers only made him feel worse.


He was currently eating lunch. He’d eaten breakfast earlier today, too, and hadn’t paid for it yet. “Uugh, geez…” He was such an idiot. Why didn’t he steal some money from Sion while he was there… well, there was nothing he could do about it now that he was in Estabul.


Ryner held his head in his hands.


“Hey, are you really o—” Her words cut off, then her tone changed to something more harsh when she faced the kitchen. “Hey! You!”


A bearded man stood there. He was her husband - the inn was run by the two of them and their daughter. The daughter was at school now though… but that was whatever.


He needed to find a way out of the hole he’d dug himself into.


Should he tell her that he’d go earn some money working and ask her to put things on his tab for a while? Well, working was a pain, so that was out.


How about he asked her if he could work here to earn his food? Well, working was a pain though, so that was out too.


How about his third option? He could just dine and dash.


“……”


Anyway, he only had the one option since the beginning. That’s why he was so pained. He really didn’t feel like working, so… 


“H-hey, are you alright?” The woman’s husband asked.

“Your stomach hurts, doesn’t it? Oh, I’m in the wrong here. I just love seeing guests eat their fill happily, so I got carried away and gave you too much, didn’t I!”


He looked at them. They were acting like parents worried about their son. They really were good people. Then he glanced at all the empty plates. One, two, three, four, five… actually, counting was a pain. But there were a lot. If you tell a guy with no money to eat all he wants, he’ll eat like a horse…  And it was all for the price of one meal. Because they made a comfortable profit even though it was pretty empty lately.


If only he had the money to pay for it… 


“Uugh…”


“Why don’t you try using the bathroom?”


Ryner nodded. “Uhh, yeah. I’ll try that.”


He made his decision. He’d escape through the bathroom window… 


It’d be fine. They didn’t have many customers now, but this was a big seasonal tourist destination. They probably weren’t strapped for cash. In fact, maybe he should steal some of their money for his travels… 


But just as he was thinking about that… 


“Do you want me to call the doctor from the next town over?”

“…N-no, I’m okay.” Maybe he shouldn’t steal from them after all. 


“Can you stand? Do you need me to help you to the bathroom?”


They were so worried about him. Now that he really thought about it, maybe getting out through the bathroom window was a pain, too. Maybe they’d help him escape… 


“…You don’t need to go to that kind of trouble for me…”


He was clearly misunderstanding something about humans.


He stood, walked to the bathroom, and opened the door. His eyes narrowed.


“……”


Maybe he should use the second floor’s bathroom instead. The window here was kinda oddly placed. But maybe it was like that on the second floor, too.


The window here was close to the road. There was a good view of the town, making it easy to see if anyone was coming but also making it easy for them to see him… but there wasn’t even a curtain, so it was obvious - they’d chained up the latch to keep guys like Ryner who’d dine-and-dash from going through with it. There went his idea of running off today… he couldn’t just escape through the window and leave his breakfast and lunch debts unsettled now.


Maybe he should just leave through the front door. Yeah. They were good, trusting people here. He’d leave through the front door.


Just as he made his decision, he saw a shadow from the other side of the window.


“Aww, someone really did notice me here. People can see right into here from outside—”


 He couldn’t see them perfectly because of the angle, but what he did see was beautiful golden hair. And then they turned. Looked at him with that pretty face and blue, almond-shaped eyes. Stared right at him. Her pink lips opened and closed.


He couldn’t hear her through the window. But he already knew what she was saying: “I’ve found you, Ryner. I’m sure you’re prepared for what happens next.”


“Y-you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Ryner said and shivered.


She was expressionless like a doll, and yet Ryner still understood that she was pissed. She readied her sword… 


“S-seriously!? It’s already unsheathed and everything!?” He was terrified.


Her lips moved again. He read them to see, “Heheh. The weather’s nice today. I’m sure your head will fly nice and f—”


Ryner turned to bolt before she finished, but… 


He heard the strange sound of something being sliced open.


“Ry~ne~r~”


Her voice wouldn’t carry that well though the window. He turned to check, but soon regretted it. 


His bill was getting even bigger… now he’d have to pay for the window, no, the whole wall to be repaired…


“H-hey, Ferris! You’re breaking way too m—”


Her sword swung at him.


“—You’re kidding, right!?” Ryner yelled as he narrowly dodged her strike. “This is b—”


She swung the dull side of her sword and hit him square on the head. He felt his mind waver. She’d hit him way harder than usual. His body flew from the bathroom towards the dining room. He’d normally have been able to soften his fall, but… it’d been four weeks. Four weeks since he and Ferris had last seen each other, and his reaction speed had already gotten too slow to react to her sword… but to be fair, she was swinging faster than usual, too.


She’d knocked him right into the dining room table. He jumped back up on his feet and glared at her. “H, hey, that was too much! You can still kill me with the dull side, you kn—”


She shot towards him, swinging again.


“Seriously!?” Ryner yelled as he twisted his body to dodge her. But that made him lose his balance and fall to the floor.


Ferris straddled him to keep him in place. “Die, Ryner,” she said and lowered her sword on him like a guillotine… 


Ryner heard a scream. It was the woman who ran the inn.


“S-stop!” Her husband yelled soon after.


And then… Ryner understood. He really felt that he did. He looked up at Ferris with half-lidded, sleepy eyes. “I get it. You’re the person they sent to kill me, aren’t you?”


Her sword stopped as if it’d been halted by divine intervention. It had stopped a little into Ryner’s neck. A little blood dripped out, and the wound itself was painful in a dull sort of way.


“……”


Ferris didn’t say anything.


Ryner didn’t say anything, either. He just stared into nothing listlessly.


The inn’s owners spoke behind them.


“M-murderer… we, we need to call someone…!”

“G-give up, woman. I’ll—”


“Shut up, outsiders.”

“…Outsiders…?”


“…Outsiders…”


The owners exchanged a glance, then looked back to Ryner and Ferris. To Ferris, who was straddling, and Ryner, who was being straddled.


“Haha… I get it now.”


“Huh? What!? You’ve gotta be misunderstanding something,” Ryner said.


“Oh, to be young… You must be so full of passion to run and jump into it.”


“Haaaah?! The hell are you guys—”


The husband smiled wryly. “Come on, boy. I understand that men will be men and cheat, but you can’t make a girl cry.”


“I’m telling you, I… c’mon, Ferris, say something!”


“……”


She didn’t. She just glared at Ryner.


“She’s too full of passion, isn’t she?” The wife said. “Oh, fine. You two can use the dining room. You haven’t seen each other in a while after all, right? Just be sure to clean up when you’re done.”

“Whaat!?” Ryner screeched. “What the hell! Why’s that the conclusion you’re coming to here!? W… it’s…”


Ryner’s objections fell on deaf ears. The owners left, satisfied with themselves like they’d just seen something great.


“Heeeeyy,” Ryner tried one last time, but they didn’t look back. They were already in their own imaginary world now, and reality wouldn’t reach them. 


Ryner sighed. Then he glanced at the window. It was a perfectly natural countryside out there, overflowing with nature. It had fields, too… well-kept fields filled with crops… 


It was the kind of afternoon he’d like to leisurely nap away. He even began to wonder which patch of grass might be the most comfy to nap under the sunlight in… but then he heard a voice from above. So he looked up.


“…The person sent to kill you? What does that mean?”


Ryner scowled. “Can you get off of me first? Your hair’s tickling my face and it’s really annoying.”


Ferris moved off in a rare display of her ability to listen. Ryner stood, then looked back at the broken table and scrunched up his nose. “Hey… do you have the money for repairs?”


“That’s not what I came here to talk about.”


Ryner looked back to Ferris, but soon averted his eyes again. Because she was glaring at him so hard that it physically hurt.


“I’ll ask you again. If you don’t answer, then I’ll really behead you…”


“…That’d be bad. If you get blood all over that nice couple’s ceiling, it’ll be hard to look them in the eyes…”


“…What did you mean when you asked if I was the person sent here to kill you?”


“……”


Ryner looked at the window. He really didn’t want to look her in the eyes now. Her hand was on her sheathed sword. She could really send his head flying whenever she wanted to. She’d unsheathe faster than he could react and come for him if he said anything that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Then she’d hit him. How many times had she hit him while they were travelling together…?


Ryner shivered at the memory. He shivered, but… she’d never actually behead him. He knew that. He’d seen it in his blurry consciousness back when he’d gone berserk in front of her. The other Ryner in him had wished for nothing but destruction and began to scatter it through the world, but she put her sword away.


She was always swinging her sword around willy-nilly, but that one time… she put it away.


In other words, Ferris was just contrary. The one thing she’d never do was always the one thing he wanted. She didn’t escape when his heart was screaming at her to run away. She had just stared at him intently, just like she was doing now, and said…  


“Hey, Ryner… You wanted to move forward, right? You hated being called a monster, right? You hated killing, right? I’ve already dodged five of your attacks, but I won’t dodge the next one. After that, you need to make a decision. I don’t think you’re a monster. Okay? You aren’t a monster. You’re my ally, my slave, and my friend who I drink tea with. You’re nothing like a monster. Can you hear me, Ryner?”


He’d heard her. But all he could do was wonder what he’d do if he killed her. 


And then… 


“Can you hear me, Ryner?”


He could. He could hear her. 


He did want to move forward. Just not with her. Not with Sion. That was all. Because people who were by his side, people who he held dear… were people he’d end up killing.


“What did you mean?” Ferris asked one more time.


Ryner smiled bitterly. “Sorry. Just a misunderstanding. Forget about it.”


“What kind of an answer is—”


“I know most of all that you can’t kill me,” Ryner said. He still wasn’t meeting her eyes. He was staring at the scenery outside as he spoke. 


“……”


Apparently she finally got the hint.


“I have one more question,” Ferris said. 


Nevermind. She didn’t get the hint. “What a pain,” Ryner said and cradled his head in his hands.


“What did Lucile say to you?”

“Nothing,” Ryner said and shook his head.


“What did he say.”


“Nothing important.”

“…What. Did he say.”

“Man, you’re persistent. He didn’t say—”


“He said not to make a pass at his sister,” Ferris reminded him.


Hearing that made some of what Lucile said spin around in his head again.


“What kind of impossible dreams do you ugly monsters have?”


He was right. Monsters shouldn’t dream at all. “I’m glad you have a brother that worries about you.”


“Is he the reason you ran away?” Ferris asked, ignoring Ryner’s comment.


“Nope,” Ryner said and shook his head.


“Did you run away because he threatened you?”


“…Mm? Uh, well… I mean, anyone’d run away after that kind of threat, but… that’s not my reason.”


“Night after night the billions of older brothers and fathers out there attack the women and children of the world. They’re always yelling, ‘P-please, spare my daughter… at least spare my daughteeeerrrr!’” Ferris said.


“But her begging was soon interrupted. ‘Fuhahaha, who’d quit now! We won’t stop until all the women and children of the world have bowed down before the Demon King of Perversion, Ryner Lute!’ And so on and so on. As you can see, their wretched nature has no limits. You shamelessly ran from my brother and father because you don’t want to be attacked, correct? Do you have no pride as a demon king!?”


“…I’m not too big on pride, honestly. Also, I don’t actually think there are actually billions of father-son pairs that act like that? But whatever. Maybe he did threaten me a little,” Ryner said, defeated.


Ferris glared openly again.


“…You’re seriously mad, aren’t you?”


“I am,” she replied instantly. “I was all prepared that day, fourteen backpacks full of dango at the ready.”


“Ah… yeah, I can see that. Fourteen, huh? I guess you couldn’t have carried them all yourself,” he said and began to picture her waiting there in front of the dango shop surrounded by backpacks. Expressionless, but probably humming a little song or something.


But Ryner didn’t come.


So she probably stopped humming, surrounded by all that dango that she couldn’t carry by herself… it seemed like a pretty sad scene when he imagined it. Then she probably got angry, swing her sword out of her sheath, and yelled ‘death penalty!’ and started running for him… 


He could picture it clearly. “Y-yeah, that’s real anger. No doubt about it,” Ryner said and shivered.


Ferris nodded. “You seem to have prepared yourself.”


“N-no, not at all. Can you put your sword away for a minute—”


Then he heard someone at the entrance to the inn. “Heya. Is the food ready?” It was a man. Probably another guest.


“Oh, Zepaad, welcome! I’m very sorry. There won’t be any food today.”


“Huh? Really?”


“Y-yes, well… some guests are shut up in there, you see.”


“Really? Man, I give. To tell you the truth, my wife is away visiting her family. So no one’s been around to make food for me all day…”


“Did you two have a fight?”


“Oh, no, nothing like that… ah…”


He heard the sound of something cracking.


“Huh? Z-Zepaad? Are… a…”


Their conversation died unnaturally in the middle… 


“What’s going on?” Ryner wondered. He turned his head towards them and heard another sound. This one was like something spurting up.


It was a sound that Ryner recognized.


“Ryner,” Ferris said.


“Mm?”


She was looking out the window, so Ryner followed her gaze to look out. It was the same country landscape that he’d looked out at just a little while ago. But the dirt road that ran through the town… was now littered with pieces of meat and stained red… 


“…Is that blood?”


Then he heard the husband’s throaty, deep voice from the second floor. “I’m sorry, Zepaad. I can make you a boxed lun… ah… gh…”


The same cracking from before rang out, and his words faded.


“H-hey, Ferris…”

“I know!”


“Hm, that wasn’t it either,” someone said from outside. “Weird.” It was a man’s voice. He sounded pretty elegant. “I should be able to meet them here. Where are they?”


Then he tried the door to the dining room.


“Here, maybe?”


He very slowly pushed the door open.


Ryner tensed. He didn’t know what was going on, but… 


A young man peeked his head through the gap in the door. He had black hair, black clothes, and even black shoes. He was a dark spot in the room, all the way down to the floor… 


“…You bastard,” Ryner said and scowled.


The floor outside the dining room… was red. Red with blood. 


The man’s mouth was red, too. Like he was a kid who’d gotten a little messy eating strawberry sauce. But that wasn’t what was on his mouth now. It was blood.


“You bastard… what do you think you’re doing?”


The man looked between Ryner and Ferris. “Hmm. Which one…?” He took a step into the room. When he did, a sound followed him like he was dragging something.


Ryner looked at it… and silently screamed. Ferris groaned behind him.


He’d… been dragging hair. A woman’s bloody hair. The inn’s owner… 


The man followed Ryner’s gaze. “Her meat was really tender, but she’s really weak so it wasn’t very tasty.” He let go of her head completely, letting her remains fall gracelessly to the floor. Then he looked back at Ryner happily. “I don’t want to eat cheap meat anymore now that I’ve seen you guys. You want it?”


“Wh-what the hell,” Ryner spat.


“…Apparently he’s even more of a pervert than you are,” Ferris said. “But…”


Ryner understood without her saying it. This guy was strong. Overwhelmingly so. One could tell just watching the fluid way he moved. He left no gaps. He seemed to notice everything.


He was even stronger than Ryner. He could tell with just one glance. He couldn’t feel the powerlessness and despair he’d felt when he confronted Lucile, but… still.


“You two seem really strong… and you smell really tasty… I’m getting hunger pains standing here. Lafra was right. It has to be one of you two. I’m gonna figure it out, okay?” The man said and began to walk towards them.


Ryner spoke. “Don’t m—”


“What?”


“Whoa!?”

He’d appeared before Ryner instantly, forcing him to dodge. Then he tried to grab Ryner’s face.


Ryner threw himself down to dodge again.


Ferris swung her sword to keep the man from Ryner… but he fell back, easily dodging her.


His reaction speed was unbelievable. He didn’t seem worried at all, either. He moved without tensing himself, whether he was moving or attacking. He seemed to watch his opponents muscles twitch and move so he could perfectly calculate how they’d move before they did. Then he jumped forward again with his full speed.


“Shit… he’s fast,” Ryner said.


“But not to the point where we’re helpless,” Ferris said.


Ryner nodded. “I know. We can do this.


The man watched them, surprised. “You two have good eyes. To the point where I wouldn’t think you’re human.”


“You’re even farther from human than we are, moving like that,” Ryner spat.


The man tilted his head. “Huh? I look human to you?”


“Huh? What?”


“…I guess you’re human, then. I guess it must be the blonde.”


“What!? I don’t get you,” Ryner said. “My head hurts.”

“He’s strong,” Ferris said. “Don’t shit-talk him.”


“Can we really take him?”


“It’s your turn.”


“Well, I’ll be fine,” Ryner said and smiled. Their enemy might be super fast, but he and Ferris had fought all kinds of monstrous enemies together. People who’d used those terribly strong Heroic Relics, for example… so their strategy for fighting an opponent like this had already been decided.


Ferris guarded.


“Mm,” she said and moved in front of Ryner and swung her sword. Her speed always surprised him. He understood why the other guy thought she wasn’t human. But the man easily moved away. He was the real deal, that was for sure. They might not be able to win.


Ryner opened his mouth to say the incantation for a spell that sped him up drastically as he drew letters in the air. It was a spell he’d copied with his Alpha Stigma back when he fought Estabul’s Magical Knights.


“I dedicate the words of our contract - give birth to the beast of malice sleeping within the earth!”


His body began to shine faintly. He’d be faster now, about as fast as Ferris.


“Magic?” The man asked.


Ryner didn’t answer. He kicked off the floor, then the wall, to arrive behind the man. Then he started another spell up by drawing a magic circle. Now that he’d accelerated his movements with magic, it was much faster than casting the first spell. Light gathered in his magic circle.


The man dodged Ferris’ sword again, putting him in just the right place.


“It’s over,” Ryner said. “I wish for thunder - Lightning Flash!”

Light gathered in the center of his magic circle. There was no way he’d be able to dodge this.


The man watched the lightning bolt form… and smiled. Opened his eyes up wide. When he did, a strange symbol appeared in them. It was a cursed symbol, much like Ryner’s pentagram. But it was a different shape. It was a scarlet cross. “I devour…”


The lightning was sucked up into his eyes. The acceleration magic, too. Ryner lost his balance from the lowered velocity of his movements and fell to the ground. But he didn’t take his eyes off of the man’s eyes.


Ferris swung her sword, but the man didn’t mind it. He had a joyed… no, pleasured expression on his face… “Ah, ahhh… amazing… your power’s so amazing…”


Ferris’ sword was fast approaching.


So the man whispered. “And then fire.”


Ryner lost sight of the man. Then his face was grabbed and slammed into the wall. Ferris’, too.


“…You monster,” Ferris muttered.


The man looked at Ferris with eyes that seemed to go right through her… and then smiled happily. “I’m sure the cows and pigs that you guys eat every single day look at you with the same eyes you’re looking at me with now. They look up at their predators with fear… and with eyes that have given up…”


Then he looked back at Ryner. At his eyes. He peered into him with his cross-covered eyes… and nodded, satisfied with himself. “I’ve finally found you. It’s pretty faint, but your scarlet pentagram’s risen up… your Alpha Stigma, I mean.”


“Y-you…”


“My name is Tiir Rumibul. I’m sure you can tell by looking at me, but… I bear the God’s Eyes Iino Doue. I came here to pick you up.”


It was sudden. Even if he was trying to explain, it just made Ryner more confused. An Iino Doue bearer? He meant the scarlet cross in his eyes, right? Then… 


“God’s Eyes,” Ryner repeated.


“Hey,” Ferris said. “Don’t listen to h—grk!”

 Tiir had gathered a little power. That alone was enough to silence Ferris.


“H-hey!” Ryner said.


“Don’t worry. I won’t kill her yet,” Tiir said. “There’s something I have to check first… But… I see. I don’t know how you guys say it here in the south, but… have people looked down on you and called you a Cursed Eye before?”

What a strange question… Ferris was right. This wasn’t the time to be chatting with him. And yet. And yet, he’d started thinking of the answer in his mind.


This guy knew things about Ryner that he himself didn’t. He had those eyes, too… eyes Ryner had always wanted to know more about… 


Cursed Eyes… wasn’t a phrase used in Roland. But he’d heard those guys from Gastark say it back when they were trying to make him go berserk… They’d said something about Alpha Stigmas not being all that high-leveled among the Cursed Eyes until they went berserk.


“Cursed Eyes… are you talking about my eyes?” Ryner asked.


“That’s an insult humans use against us,” Tiir said. He was actually pretty mild-mannered. “The correct term is God’s Eyes.”


“I honestly don’t care what you call them. But… do you mean there are more? It’s not just the Alpha Stigma?”


Tiir looked a little troubled and sighed. “Ahh… so I need to explain all the way from the beginning… I heard that there were few God’s Eyes bearers in the south, but I didn’t think it was this bad… well, there’s nothing I can do about that now. I’ll explain. Come on, let’s go.”

“Huh? Where?”


“To where my friends are. I came here specifically to pick you up.”

Ryner was left confused once again. Friends? Like, other Cursed Eyes? And they were all gathered somewhere? Wait, more importantly… Tiir came here to pick him up?  “I dunno about that,” Ryner said with a glare. “How did you even know where I was?”

Tiir sighed like this was a joke to him. “Like I said, there are different kinds of eyes… oh, whatever. We can talk about that later—”


“I have something else I need to ask you first, too.”


“What is it?”


Ryner looked out through the door to the dining room. At the sea of blood that coated the floor out there. “Why did you kill the owners…?”


Tiir just sighed even deeper. “Ughh, low-ranked eyes… especially Alpha Stigmas. We’d save so much time by not having this conversation if you were Will Heim…”


“Huh? Will… what’s that?”


Tiir ignored him, then looked to Ferris, perplexed. “So… is this thing important to you, or something?” Tiir asked. But he sighed again before Ryner could even answer him. “Hmph. I can’t say it’s very smart for an Alpha Stigma bearer who might go berserk to have a pet they care about—”


“That’s enough,” Ferris interrupted. “Prepare yourself.”


Prepare? For what? Ryner was about to ask, but… the window suddenly shattered. An arrow broke straight through it, then landed in Tiir’s shoulder.


“Mgh…”


Ferris jumped up to act now that the opportunity had presented itself. “Hide. More arrows are coming.”


“Huh? Wait, but… from where?” Ryner asked. He turned towards the window. Countless Rolandic soldiers stood outside. And at the front of their army… stood a man with silver hair and unforgettably confident golden eyes. “S-Sion!?” Ryner yelled.


Ferris grabbed Ryner by the hair, then pulled him back and broke out in a sprint.


Tiir whipped his head to look at them. “I won’t let you esca—”


Ferris’ sword interrupted him. She swung it, and he did dodge. But he backed into the arrows’ firing range, and was soon impaled in his leg, then an arm, bis back… 


An arrow hit.


“Uuuhh…”


Another.


“Youuuu…”

He just kept getting hit. Now there were ten stuck in him… 


Then Ryner and Ferris made it out, leaving Tiir out of sight. Then they ran to the bathroom, then through the wall that Ferris had broken in advance… 


The whole inn was surrounded by soldiers. It was like a battlefield.


“Don’t use magic under any circumstances!” Sion yelled to the soldiers. “Our opponent is able to absorb its power. Fight with bows and swords, no matter what!”


“Bows?” Ryner repeated. As far as he knew, bows hadn’t been major a thing in war for over a hundred years. At least not in Roland. Magic overtook their use for shooting arrows when it became more complex… but that was just Roland. He was sure they still used them in other places. But anyway, they didn’t really make them here anymore… so it was really surprising when he looked around to see everyone holding a bow.


Sion caught Ryner’s eyes and ran over. “Hey, lost kiddo. Are you hurt anywhere?”


“Lost… what am I, a preschooler!?”


“You are,” Ferris said.


“Aren’t you?” Sion asked. “I mean, you ran away from home the second you weren’t happy about something. Come on, now, your daddy’s got lots of money. Do you want anything? Just say the word.”


He was just being made fun of… “I suddenly want to run away from home again,” Ryner mumbled to himself.


“Sion! The hell are you dilly-dallying for!” A redhead yelled as he approached. He had red eyes and a muscular body. He looked really strong despite the fact that he was missing his whole right arm. “I’m gonna go check if that monster’s dead or not.”


Mon…ster…


Ryner looked at the redhead.


Sion shook his head. “No, Claugh. Don’t get too close to the inn. I already said this, but we need to restrain him with bows and arrows alone.”

“But… even a machine could tell that guy’s—”


“Don’t. We’re not here for you to get revenge. Forget about your arm and the people he killed. You haven’t recovered yet. I can’t lose you here…”


“Agreed!” A young soldier piped up from behind. 


“Ggh… Damn you, Shuss…”


“Are you really gonna ignore what I’m saying in front of the other soldiers?” Sion asked.


The redhead scowled. “I, I apologize for my rudeness… Your Majesty.”


Then the redhead lead the young soldier away.


Ryner looked at Sion. He never really got to see him acting like a king… “H-hey,” he whispered. “You’re like, acting like a king right now.”


“It’s only an act,” Ferris said. “It has to be. He’s trying to look good in front of us.”


“Ahh… yeah, Sion does do that sort of thing. He’s always tried super hard to be popular and stuff, ever since our school days…”


“…Hey, you two,” Sion said, tired. “Can you at least try to be quiet? I don’t want my subordinates hearing that.”


“Thank us first,” Ferris said.


Ryner gave an exaggerated nod. “Yeah, she’s right. Only if you thank us first.”


“This isn’t really the time for that,” Sion said, then shot a pained look at the inn. “The arrows aren’t having the effect I was hoping for… This is ba—”


A black shadow suddenly shot up into the sky. It flew through the air, then landed gracefully in front of Sion’s feet with a dull sound.


“…This is bad,” Sion said one more time. Then he looked down. A dead body had just landed in front of his feet.


Ryner recognized the body. It was one of the other guests who’d been staying at the inn. The body was in a pitiful state. It was half-eaten, like a beast had gnawed at for nourishment… 


And then they heard a voice.


“Arrows, arrows… but not magic ones. Normal arrows from normal bows… amazing. Bullseye. You hit my weakness right on the mark. I might have died if there wasn’t a meal waiting for me on the second floor…”


Ryner looked up towards the voice. Tiir was sitting on the railing of the inn’s second floor’s porch, gripping part of his ‘meal,’ as he called it.


Sion looked up, too. “I see. So you don’t need to absorb it from magic. You can get it from cannibalizing people, too… and in doing so your wounds heal to the point where you feel comfortable appearing in front of an army and chucking a dead body at us. But arrows are made of wood - you can’t get anything from them. Because what you’re absorbing from magic and bodies is their spirit, right? You can’t absorb it directly from the air. You need someone else to gather it up first, whether in their body or in the air for magic. So you’re trapped, now, as long as we don’t use magic.”


Sion spoke with full, unwavering confidence. But the soldiers behind him had lost their calm. 


Sion had voiced his theory and was now observing his opponent for a reaction. Whether he was right would decide if they could win or not. He’d withdraw without hesitation if Tiir laughed at his theory.


But Tiir didn’t laugh. His eyes opened wide like he was surprised. When they did, his scarlet cross-shaped brand appeared in their depths.


“…Not bad,” Tiir said. “Your nerves must be tasty. Every now and then one of you pop up. Humans like you, I mean.”

“Hm. So I was right.”


“Yes, I suppose I’d say so.”


“Do you want to eat me?”


“I do.”


Sion smiled meanly. “But you won’t be able to.” Then he raised a hand. “Bows at the ready!”

The soldiers all readied their bows at the sound of his command. 


“I’ll only ask once,” Sion said. “Will you surrender?”


“Nope.”


“Then you’ll die here.”


Tiir shrugged, calm as could be. “Can I tell you the flaws in your theory first?” 


“No. I’m not open to bargaining,” Sion said.


Tiir smiled. He wasn’t bothered at all.


They couldn’t shoot him like this. They couldn’t shoot him without confidence. They couldn’t realistically fight an enemy whose abilities they didn’t know - they’d all die if he ended up able to do something that they didn’t expect. Sion, who the soldiers were devoting their lives to, felt that more than anyone.


“The first mistake in your theory is assuming that I can’t take energy in through the air. I can. It just takes time. It happens even when my eyes aren’t technically activated, so I can’t use magic at all because of it. I’d just absorb it again. And it’d not as effective as getting it from magic or people. But I’ve been sitting here eating out of the air this whole time, so now I can easily kill all of you before you ever shoot me.”


Sion glared at Tiir. “Hah. Why don’t you come do that then?”

Tiir smiled happily. “The second hole in your theory… is that I can’t eat you if I’m not strong enough.”


“How can you say that?” 


Tiir pointed down… at Ryner. “Because if I killed all of you right now, then that Alpha Stigma bearer would go berserk,” Tiir said. Loudly, too. So that every single person here could hear him say it.


Sion grimaced. “This is bad.”


It was too late for him to do anything about it, though. He’d already lost control of the situation. Because his words had reached all the soldiers, who were already making a commotion.


“…One of our allies?” 


“An Alpha Stigma bearer…”


“Him.”


“He’s one, too…”


He was used to it. Because he’d heard it so, so much by now.


“He’s a monster, too.”


“Shut up!” Sion screamed.


The commotion stopped. They were a pretty obedient army. But… 


“See?” Tiir asked. “That’s humans for you. They aren’t compatible with you in the slightest. But I understand that these humans are dear to you. So I won’t kill them. But I think it’s better for you if you come with m—”


“Don’t fuck with me!” Sion yelled. “Ryner’s… Ryner’s different from you! He’s not a—”


Tiir smiled. Smiled like he’d been waiting for this. “He’s not a ‘what’ like me? A monster like me, right? Isn’t that what you were going to say…?”

“Uugh,” Sion groaned.


“So your name is Ryner. Okay, Ryner. Come with me. This place doesn’t suit you.”


“……”


Ryner didn’t reply. He just stared up at Tiir’s face… no, into nothing. 


“Hey, Ryner. You don’t need to listen to him,” Ferris said.


“……”


“They’re looking down on you, thinking of you as a monster… they fear and loathe you. Is there really any need for you to stay there with them? Are they really something you need to protect?” Tiir raised a hand up. “Come with me,” he said, then moved that hand back to point it at himself. “Fire some magic at me. Then I’ll have the power to take you from this place.”


“Shut up! Ryner won’t use magic on you!” Sion yelled.


But Tiir smiled, perfectly composed. “He’ll do it. That’s the final difference between your theory and the reality of the situation. You guys can’t understand how dark our hearts have gotten after being betrayed countless times by humans. Right, Ryner?”

Sion and Ferris looked at Ryner. At his expression. When they saw it, they were at a loss for words. Ryner didn’t know what face he was making. It was only when they looked at him that he understood.


Ryner smiled. Or at least tried to. But he failed… 


“It’s… it’s not your faults,” Ryner said. “I loved you guys.”


Ferris glared at him. “I didn’t chase you down just to hear that.”


“I won’t let you go,” Sion said. “You’re my—”


“I don’t want to be a burden to you anymore,” Ryner interrupted. “It’s hard keeping a monster who might go berserk at any time as a pet, right?”


“I… since when—”


“The orders you gave Luke Stokkart…”


“……”


So that was his answer.


Ryner didn’t need to hear anything but his silence. So he really did order Luke to do that.


“…The person sent to kill you,” Ferris mumbled like she’d just realized something. Sent to exterminate him… for being a monster.


Tiir smiled. Like he was enjoying this.


“…You’re wrong,” Sion said. The pain in his voice was palpable, but… he never did say what part of it was wrong. So there was no need for him to look so pained in the first place. Ryner wanted to tell him that. He was the one in the wrong, not Sion. He could make Sion that pained just by being here, after all…  


But it was okay. Because this was the end. Ryner raised his hand to draw a magic circle in the open air. “I wish for thunder…”


Sion scowled, then looked up at Tiir. “No! I definitely… I definitely won’t let you do that! Everyone, fire! Kill the monster!!”


Everyone’s arrows fired on his orders. The sky became a sea of arrows. But Tiir was still smiling. He raised his hand towards Ryner. “Come on.”


“Don’t, Ryner!” Sion screamed. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears.


“Sorry,” Ryner said. His magic circle gathered the last of the light it needed. “Lightning Flash.”


His spell shot through and burned countless arrows on its way to the second floor of the inn.


Tiir’s eyes opened wide as he smiled, proud of his victory. “I devour power… and fire it!” He said as he absorbed Ryner’s spell. He really was enjoying this. “Let’s go. Our friends are waiting.”


Tiir moved faster than the human eye could follow. The army… even Sion probably didn’t see him. They probably just saw him take arrows and think that he might’ve died. But Ryner and Ferris could see him and react.


“I won’t let you,” Ferris said. She reached her hand out, but… Ryner swatted it away.


Her eyes widened in shock.


When Ryner saw that, he thought he should try to smile one last time, but… Tiir gathered him up in his arms, then bolted away with unreal speed. Ferris was out of sight in seconds.


“…See you, Ferris,” Ryner said. He wasn’t really able to smile as he said it, in the end.


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And with that, Ryner disappeared from their side.


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 Volume 7: The Reality of Running Away

Chapter 5: You Can't Reach It, No Matter How Much You Want It


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Belto Village, a small village in east Estabul, was where the Alpha Stigma bearer was said to have appeared.


Claugh Klom lead an army to just outside the village.


He had fiery red hair and sharp eyes, and his trained body wore Roland’s military uniform.


He had all sorts of title.


Marshal of the Roland Empire, Crimson-Fingered Claugh Klom. One hundred thousand soldiers moved when he gave the signal. His army had a bit of an odd composition. Two different uniforms were among their ranks - elite soldiers from Roland, and elite soldiers from Estabul under Bayuz’s command.


Claugh looked around and shrugged. “Up until now, this kinda commotion would’ve meant another war between Roland and Estabul,” he mumbled to himself.


There was still open hostility between the two factions, to the point where it looked like someone would come out with broken bones.


And on top of that… 


Claugh looked to the man who’d gathered these Estabulian soldiers up, Bayuz White. He looked to be Claugh’s age - twenty-five - and wore his brown hair in cornrows. He had wrinkles between his eyebrows and his mouth was curved in cynicism as he stared at Claugh with open distaste.


“Is this what you wanted?” Bayuz asked. “We can fight you any time. It’s no problem for us to crush you brainless Rolanders.”


Shuss Shiraz, one of Claugh’s subordinates, looked upset. He had blond hair and vaguely green eyes, and he wasn’t tall by any means. He was around eighteen years old. But despite his age, he’d followed Claugh to many battlefields with unmatched loyalty, calmly collecting and analyzing information about the battlefield for him. Though he did tend to get a bit too serious when problems came up… 


Shuss glared straight at Bayuz. “I’ve played nice on Marshal Klom’s orders, but if you say another derogatory word—”


“What’ll you do about it?” Bayuz asked with a smirk.


“Whoa, hey, Shuss,” Claugh said. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just tired.”


Bayuz ignored him. “Hmm? What’ll you do if I keep at it, huh? Punch me? Not now that he’s said that, eh? I guess subordinates will always be subordinates. There’s no thing as equals who’d risk their lives for each other… no matter how dumb of a saying it is, it does hold true.”


“You…!”


Bayuz’s smirk didn’t fade. “C’mon, punch me. Even if you do, it won’t matter. You Rolanders don’t have the same mental capacity, and you’re so quick to violence when you can’t find your words.”


“I don’t want to hear any more—”

“Your powerless failure of a marshal came all the way over here to Estabul to get in our way and—”

“You fucker! Estabul’s below u—”


Claugh struck Shuss’ face. He fell to his knees with a thud.


What Shuss had started to say was the absolute worst case scenario. Those words were absolutely forbidden here and now.


But it was something that everyone thought over in Roland.


But here in Estabul, they thought the opposite.


They couldn’t say that they were better than them. Because the long history of countless wars between them wouldn’t vanish like it’d never happened.


Their countries had taken everything from each other - families, friends, lovers. They’d all been killed in the Roland-Estabul wars.


They couldn’t become best friends overnight, even if Roland had annexed Estabul. It really wouldn’t be strange at all for hostilities to start back up. So if Shuss had finished his sentence… this army would turn into a battlefield. That was the worst case scenario. So Claugh hit Shuss to stop him before he could say it.


Even so, both Roland and Estabul’s armies had surrounded them.


“…Geez,” Claugh muttered. He looked over at Bayuz, who was staring dumbfounded, like he’d finally realized what almost happened. Then he looked down to Shuss on the ground.


Blood was dripping from his lip, but he was smiling.


“Shuss!” Claugh yelled. “One more derogatory word about Estabul and you’re fired!”

“B-but…”


“No ‘but’s!” Claugh yelled back, biting back a smile of his own, and gave Shuss a kick for good measure. He didn’t put all that much power into it, but Shuss went flying anyway… then fell back against the ground.


“Augh, ghh… s, sorry, Your Excellency Marshal Claugh Klom…”


Everyone went quiet for a moment before getting lively.


Everything that just happened was a scenario that Shuss wrote up. 


Bayuz could make fun of Roland all he wanted, but with just one bad word about Estabul, Shuss was hit again and again.


That’s what everyone there saw.


In reality, Bayuz was intentionally provoking them to see if they could trust Roland… but maybe Shuss was going a bit too hard on trying to prove it… 


But what mattered was how the soldiers saw it. They’d see Claugh legitimately respecting Estabul and treating their soldiers just like Roland’s.


Things soon got quiet again. It wasn’t perfect, but he’d managed to get some control over the army here.


Bayuz sneered. “Hmph. Your subordinate’s just as unlikable as you are,” he said quietly.


Claugh laughed. “Is that praise?”


Bayuz went out of his way to make as hateful of an expression as possible. “I’d rather die than like anything about you,” he said, his voice itself seeming to writhe in agony.


Apparently it was praise!


“Anyway, it’s thanks to you noticing that it was all an act halfway through that it went so well,” Claugh said. 


“Of course,” Bayuz said. “I deserve all of the credit.”


“You definitely don’t!”

“…Hmph. I have to admit, that Shuss guy’s not bad. Not bad at all for a Rolander.”


“Ooh, does that mean you’re gonna cooperate with—”


“However, Claugh Klom. I have nothing good to say about you! To be frank, you’re just a nuisance! A real nuisance of a man!”


“A nuisance of a man? Don’t tell me you’re gonna lecture me for whacking Shuss…”

 “You hit your subordinates and are seducing our goddess Noa! You’re cancer to the relationship between Roland and Estabul. Hurry up and die.”

“……”


Claugh held his head in his hand. In the end, Bayuz had absolutely no intention of being friendly with a guy that Noa was on good terms with. Claugh began to wonder if maybe it was a mistake to send him to Estabul after all... 


Like, wouldn’t it have gone a lot better if Calne tried talking to Bayuz and joining their armies instead? 


“Yeah right,” he muttered. His expression stiffened, and turned towards the village, then to the sky just above it. “This isn’t the time to be sayin’ that stuff.”


There was a sickening amount of birds flying over the village. It was a sight that he’d seen time and time again.


Carrion birds always flocked above battlefields. They were after the bodies.


“They said that the village was wiped out,” Bayuz said.


“Was this really because of an Alpha Stigma bearer?”

“According to those who have encountered him and survived, he has black hair, black clothes, and a scarlet symbol in the center of his black eyes.”


A scarlet symbol in their eyes. It was proof that they were a cursed people. Proof that they were Alpha Stigma bearers, feared and loathed by all. And this particular Alpha Stigma bearer… was a cannibal. He ate all of the people of Belto village alive… 


“So is the monster still there in the village?” Claugh asked.


“Who knows. But he eats people. If he’s still there, it’s probably just to wait for his next prey.”

His next prey. By that he meant the army coming to subdue him. A normal Alpha Stigma bearer could be killed with a whole troop. But this one wasn’t scared of it in the slightest.


Claugh stared at the village, rubbing his left arm. It was covered in red tattoos of magic circles. Without them, it wouldn’t be able to move anymore thanks to his old injury - that Alpha Stigma bearer had ripped it clean off. All Claugh could do back then was scream and cry while he shivered in fear and tried to escape.


But now… 


“So what’ll we do?” Claugh asked Bayuz. “He’s awoken… so maybe I ought to show him the power of Roland’s great marshal?” He turned to the village with a smile on his face.

But he felt his smile stiffen as he continued. “We’ll burn the village down, Shuss. And get everyone into position. We’ll take the monster down as fast as we can.”


He felt that monster’s words echo in his head as he spoke.


Ah… I wonder if your arm tastes as good as it looks?


Then came the sound of his bones snapping, of his flesh tearing.


“…I’ll kill you,” Claugh mumbled.


He’d kill that monster, he thought as he glared in the direction of the village.


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Fire ran through the village. It scared the carrion birds away.


The village was in a horrible state, half-eaten bodies strewn everywhere. The culprit had indiscriminately killed everyone - women and children were among the victims.


They’d send a scout out before setting the village aflame to verify the presence of any survivors, but… just looking at it had been enough. There was no one that anyone could have survived what had gone on there. It just wasn’t a big enough village.


It was easy enough for a monster of that caliber to kill absolutely everyone, anyway. He had no reason to go out of the way to leave someone alive. So their strategy was simple: burn the village. Claugh had brought ten groups of eight soldiers each to circle the village, lying in wait for the Alpha Stigma bearer. Seven people had started large-scale magic, awaiting his arrival, and the last in his troop moved to convey this to the others. 


This wouldn’t be a hot pursuit. They’d fire their large-scale magic and retreat, and then he’d have one hundred soldiers surround the monster.


It was simple as far as tactics went. But it should work.


No matter how strong that monster may be, he couldn’t fight an army of one hundred soldiers, especially not such well-trained ones as what Claugh was sending.


They were only fighting one opponent. 


They’d win.


That’s what he thought.


Claugh fully intended on getting out of this without sacrificing anyone.


It’d be different from last time.


“……”


The village was aflame, and the fire was only growing stronger by the minute.


Claugh was ready to move. He was currently with twenty other soldiers, and he’d never sit in a place like this.


Their target would likely try to kill a few people and then escape. Then they’d stop him and kill him.


No, wait. That monster was super confident in his ability. Maybe he would go to an area with a higher concentration of soldiers?


Anyway, it was about time. If he was here, then… 


“…He’s not coming,” Bayuz said from his side. “He must have already left the are—”


Bayuz stopped.


A black shadow had appeared among the flames.


A lone man stepped out of the flaming village calmly.


He had black hair, and black clothes that very much resembled the clothes of the faithful in the Runa Empire - it was like a clergyman’s uniform, dyed pitch black. But his skin was an unhealthy pale.


He was the exact same as Claugh remembered him.


He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, just like how he had been then. He hadn’t aged in the slightest. He was in every way the exact same as how he’d been that day.


He was smiling like he was happy about something as he looked straight at Claugh. Blood dripped from his lips, and his hand… held the remains of a half-eaten human being… 


Claugh’s subordinates screamed at the sight.


Even Shuss and Bayuz groaned.


But Claugh just smiled.


Finally… 


“Stay calm! Don’t get out of position! Start the large-scale magic!”


Claugh could finally kill him.


Two massive lights appeared behind Claugh. They were normally spells saved for war - they took time to cast, and their murderous potential was striking. They could destroy one single human would destroy them without a trace.


The man looked at the lights. His carefree smile didn’t waver in the slightest.


“I’ll wipe that smile off your face,” Claugh said.


The magic was complete.


“Kill him!!”


The spells fired straight for him.


But… 


The spells soon disappeared.


“Wha…”


Claugh didn’t understand it. 


The man was still smiling. He tossed the half-eaten remains of a person away… and leapt towards him, jumping amazingly fast. He flew right above Claugh, landing among the soldiers below him… 


A strange sound echoed through the village.


Claugh turned around as quickly as he could. When he did, he saw the man holding two soldiers’ heads, one in each hand. The sound had been their necks snapping.


“Heheh… Humans are so fragile.”


It was that voice. That same voice, with blood spurting up into the air just as it had then.


Claugh and the other soldiers stood frozen for a moment.


“Heheh… ahahhaha…”


“One more time! We need to deal with him!” Claugh yelled.


But they couldn’t make it in time. Another head soared through the air. The man raised his arm up again… but the soldiers finally moved. Those gathered here were too well-trained to lose their minds over the deaths of a couple of their allies during a battle.


They’d gathered a magnificent force to fight this one man. No matter how eerie he may be, he was still just one person. The army had surrounded him and were repeating the incantation for their spells.


So Claugh rushed towards him.


“I’ll watch your back,” Bayuz said from behind. “Go end him.”


With that, Bayuz began to draw letters in the open air. It was Estabul’s magic. He cast it faster than Roland’s soldiers and faster than Estabul’s soldiers.


“Tch. You’re actually pretty trustworthy, aren’t ya?” Claugh asked, smiling bitterly.


The man noticed Claugh approaching and watched him. “You’re fast. Heh, heheheh. I like a lively hunk of meat—”


He paused, then made a face like he just realized something.


“—You,” he said, staring right at Claugh’s face. Then he smiled. “Ah. You’ve grown to look so delicious.”


This was the best.


That’s what Claugh thought.


“So you’ve got the nerve to remember me! I’ll make you regret not killing me back then!”


Claugh waved his right arm, the very arm that man had eaten off back then. When he did, the magic circles tattooed onto him began to glow.


He could do this. He could kill him. There was absolutely no way for him to dodge this.


And on top of Claugh’s attack, there was that power waiting behind him.


“You can’t escape!” Shuss yelled and threw a knife.


“Whoa there,” the man said, dodging the knife easily. But then he paused. The distance between him and Claugh was shrinking into nothing.


Claugh reached out to grip him with one hand while raising the other arm high to attack with his hand, hard and sharp like a blade. That hand was always soaked with his enemies’ blood, giving him the nickname Crimson-Fingered Claugh Klom. 


The man was surprised, and jumped back with speed past what a human could reasonably do. He seemed to dance as he dodged Claugh, moving ever farther back… 


“You can’t escape this way. I dedicate the words of our contract - fire the beast of light dancing within the heavens!”


A great beast of light formed above Bayuz’s head. Then it shot in the direction that the man was trying to escape to. 


He didn’t have anywhere to run now. Claugh was attacking him from the front, Bayuz’s magic from the back. So the man stopped in his tracks.


“…This is for what you did to my allies,” Claugh said. “Die.”


But the moment he swung his arm, the man laughed. “You’re the one who’s done for.”


The man opened his black eyes wide in the face of defeat. When he did, a scarlet cross appeared in their depths. It shone brightly. And when it did… Bayuz’s magic was sucked into them.


“I devour power…”


The man sped up to the point that Claugh couldn’t see him move.


“…and use it as my own.”


Claugh felt a sensation like his arm moving. But it was so fast that he couldn’t see what had happened, much less react.


Then the man drew away. He held Claugh’s tattooed arm in his hand. He rose it up high… 


“…Ah…”


That was all Claugh could say. His whole arm had been ripped from his shoulder. What just…?


Blood was pouring out… 


“S-Sir Claugh!?” Shuss screamed. 


“Tch. This is bad,” Bayuz said. But his concern was soon drowned out by the rest of the army.


“C-Crimson-Fingered Claugh is…”


“What the hell is wrong with this guy…?”


A commotion was rising up within the army. This was bad. The army would lose their coherency without their commanding officer. And that wasn’t all. Seeing Crimson-Fingered Claugh Klom get hurt like this was absolutely wrecked their morale, painting it over with despair.


“You thought you could win?” The man asked. “You foolish livestock. You really thought you could kill your predator?”

He sunk his teeth into Claugh’s arm like it was a delicious treat… 


That was it.


“M, monster…”


 “Th, this is impossible… we can’t win against a monster like this!”


“Quiet!” Bayuz yelled. “Stay calm and take him out!”


But his command fell on deaf ears. The soldiers were already scattering in the directions  they felt best to flee to.


The man… no, the human-eating monster, groaned as he ate Claugh’s arm. “Ahh, aahh… I’m so, so glad that I saved this for later. It’s amazing. There’s so much power flowing through it. I could just… I could just…” He faltered his in his mumbling. It all came like he was intoxicated off of Claugh’s arm. “I could just kill everyone here…”


The monster moved. But Claugh didn’t. Because the damage to his shoulder was too severe. He wouldn’t be able to stand at all if Shuss weren’t supporting him now, trying to pull him away from that monster.


“Gh… shit, Sh-Shuss…”


Shuss didn’t spare him a glance. He just focused on getting them out. “Y-you need medical care  now. I’ll definitely save you. I definitely won’t let you die.”


But he was going to die. Claugh already understood that. Shuss would die, too. Because he couldn’t escape while helping Claugh like this. The two of them would die here. But if Claugh stayed here… if he stayed here and let that monster eat him, then the rest of the soldiers might be able to escape. He couldn’t run away knowing that. “Let go… Shuss—”


“I’m not listening to your orders now!”


Claugh grimaced.


This was the kind of person Shuss was - he was too serious, too honest, and from time to time made a decision that ran contrary to Claugh’s.


Claugh really liked him. He was a great subordinate. No, a great friend.


Sion would be fine even if Claugh died here. Even if he didn’t have Claugh, he’d have Shuss, Miller, Luke, Calne… Even Bayuz was a pretty good guy.


There were plenty of other guys who could do his job in his place. And all the soldiers here - soldiers of Roland and soldiers of Estabul - were people that Roland needed for its future. He needed as many of them to get away as possible. That monster would attack as many people as he could, and there was no way Claugh could let him do that.


Claugh used all the power he could muster to move his remaining arm to shove Shuss off and onto the ground.


“Wh… Sir! What are you…”


Claugh ignored him, turning to face the monster instead. “H-Hey, monster! I bet my flesh was real tasty! Don’t go fooling around with others! Come finish eating me!” Claugh tried to yell. But it came off more like a strangled groan. He didn’t have the energy to try again if the monster didn’t hear him. So he just hoped it worked.


The monster turned to him, a delighted expression on his face. He stuck his tongue out to lick his lips… 


“Hah… so he did hear me. Good,” Claugh mumbled and sighed in relief.


He felt Shuss grab onto him again.


So Claugh shook his head. “Hurry up and get out of here. I can’t get away like this. You know that. I taught you to be more adaptable than this. So get out of here. That’s an order.”


“I-I told you, I’m not listening to your orders now—”


“It’s an order. I don’t need you anymore if you won’t listen.”


Shuss’ face curled up. Just that one sentence brought him so easily to the brink of tears. “Fuck… fuck!”


Shuss glared at the monster.


Claugh couldn’t help but smile at the sight of such a funny expression. “Tell Sion and Noa I said hi, ok—”


Something grabbed Claugh by his hair, pulling him across the ground.


“—huh? What!?”


 And then he heard the absolute last person he wanted to hear on his deathbed talk. “Are you some kind of idiot? A dirty man like you has no right sending a message to Lady Noa.”


It was Bayuz.


“Wh, what’re you—”


“But,” Bayuz continued with that hateful tone of his, “even the death of a guy like you would make our kind Lady Noa sad. So I’ll save you.”


“You dumbass… Go save someone else th—”


“Idiot,” Bayuz interrupted again. “Look. Roland’s soldiers have started to fight the monster again so they can help save you.”


“Wh…” Claugh mumbled. He was at a loss for words. “But that’s so stupid…” 


“Roland’s full of people just as dumb as you are. It seriously pisses me off, because it makes it look like you’re more popular than I am. God, it pisses me off. I hate it. It’s so stupid.”


“Wh-what’re you…”


Bayuz paused. “I’m saving you because you piss me off,” Bayuz said. Then he raised and arm and yelled. “Soldiers of Estabul, look here! I’m saving this idiot Rolander from the brink of death! Let’s put them in our debt!”

“Yeaaahh!!” The soldiers cheered back.


Apparently demeaning Roland had a great effect on their morale. 


“All soldiers, use magic! That means you too, idiot Rolanders! One spell per person! Withdraw once you’ve fired it - get out of here as fast as you can! Staying here is a death sentence!”


The air was filled with light, some in the form of letters, others magic circles. The two types of magic were completely different, but right now they were being used for the very same goal.


“You idiot,” Claugh said. “Everyone will just hit each other doin’ this.”

Bayuz clicked his tongue. “That won’t happen. That monster seems to have the power to absorb magic. So he’ll absorb it all.”


It was true that the monster absorbed Bayuz’s spell when that scarlet brand rose in his eyes, but…


“But what if he doesn’t?”


“Just pray that he does, idiot. It’s too late to do anything about it now.”

“A, are you kidding!?”

Bayuz ignored him and looked to Shuss. “Hey, Shuss or whatever your name is. Give this idiot a hand. He’ll die no matter what happens here if he doesn’t get treatment stat.”

“Y, yes, understood.”

“Whoa, whoa, Shuss! Why’re you listenin’ to him!?”

Shuss just smiled. “Well, I was just thinking that Bayuz is a better person than I originally thought. I think we’ll really be able to get along with Estabul’s soldiers!”


Claugh wanted to yell back, ‘What part of him’s supposed to be good!?’ but… he just didn’t have the strength for it. He was being attacked by a horrible drowsiness thanks to his blood loss… 


“Augh, shit…”


That was all he could say.


“Hm. Looks like Marshal Good-for-nothing’s finally kneeling before me and acknowledging that I deserve to be more popular. One just can’t help the facts. Lady Noa will surely praise me for uniting the armies like this… hm? Oh, my calculations were correct. The monster’s absorbing all of the magic. Now we can all get away.”


“We did it, didn’t we!” Shuss said. 


“Mm. I’m glad. By the way, Shuss. What do you think of quitting your job and becoming my subordinate instead?”


“Huh? Um, well, er, we have to get Claugh medical—”


“C’mon, just leave him. It’s fine. You’re outstanding, unlike this dumbass. I love people like you. Just leave this blood-stained fool and come with me…”  


Claugh’s consciousness clouded over. He couldn’t make out their words anymore. But he was sure that Bayuz was still talking shit about him, even if he couldn’t hear it.


Claugh smiled bitterly. If he got medical treatment in time and made it, then hopefully he’d remember this so he knew to kill Bayuz when he got the chance.


His heavy eyelids were trying to close on their own. But he forced them open. When he did, he saw a vortex sucking the light of everyone’s magic in. He could see a scarlet cross shining in the center of it all, and he could hear the laughter of someone making light of him, of all humanity.


“…You son of a bitch,” Claugh spat in the moment before falling unconscious.


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They are monsters. Monsters with crimson-branded eyes that kill and eat a great number of human beings… 


She read that in the far north of the continent. It was information that she’d been looking for for a long time now. Despite how much trouble she’d been having looking for it before, this place was full of the information she needed.


“This is so annoying… I’ve been travelling around the continent for the past two years looking for this. Of course it’s in the last place I look,” Kiefer Knolles said, dejected. She had honest red eyes and red hair that matched. Her slender body was well trained, but she’d fleshed out just a bit over the past two years. She still couldn’t win against her older sister’s figure, though. That was her latest worry. She was already older than her sister had been when she died, too… 


What if she was finally reunited with Ryner and he said that she wasn’t womanly enough and hated it? She was really worried about that… 


“I can’t believe I’m this worked up about appealing to a guy… if my sister were alive, I’m sure she’d have a few killer tips that’d put Ryner in a daze every time he sees me…” 


She thought of her beautiful sister as she mumbled to herself. Thought of her sweet smile… 


It had been years since both of her sisters died, but she could still remember them both vividly. At least she could pride herself on that. She pictured them in her mind - her two sisters who she’d never meet again… 


“……”


Kiefer smiled sadly, then forced herself to focus back on the task at hand.


“Now, then… I better get back to researching.”


She was inside of a small library, one that was situated in the farthest north country in all of Menoris - it was Gransled, a town in the Gastark Empire.


“……”


It was just a village even though it was in the Empire… and Kiefer couldn’t help but react with shock when she heard that it was the king’s birthplace. He’d been raised here, too. And it was just a village!


But that was whatever.


The important thing was the library. She’d come here for Ryner’s sake. Her goal was to release him from the curse of his Alpha Stigma. She hadn’t been able to find any leads before reaching Gastark. But now that she was here, knowledge about it was commonplace.


They were monsters who ate people. Monsters who destroyed everything. And so the hero’s descendants… 


They were stories straight from the kind of fairy tale world that one would tell children about before bed. 


It was fitting, given the country. It was a place of extraordinary natural beauty… though one could also say that it was underdeveloped. Life was rather inconvenient in Gastark. Due to its location, snow was piled on the ground for a good portion of the year.


There were few checkpoints to officially enter the country through, and on maps it’d always been a tiny little country, too small to bother with writing a name on… maybe it was better to say that it had been like an autonomous city? Despite its size, it was a rather old, historical place. Its land was just so undesirable that other countries never bothered to conquer it… still, was there any reason for its independence at all at that point…? 


And then there was the present.


Gastark abruptly started invading other countries. It conquered a bunch of other small countries, until finally becoming a great power… even Imperial Stohl, a country even larger than Roland, was just brought to its knees by Gastark.


“…That should have been impossible,” Kiefer mumbled. But Gastark had defied the odds. It just sounded like something out of a fairy tale. Then again, everything was like that here.


Still… 


“Eyes… eyes… eyes… I don’t need to know about anything else.”


She looked through her keywords again - the scarlet symbol, going berserk, loathed monsters… and Alpha Stigma. She searched the library for every little bit of info on those topics, then read through through everything thoroughly.


The library only had four wooden tables for guests to use. Kiefer’s table was covered in piles of books. She closed the book she’d just finished reading and added it to the pile of things she’d already looked through, then heaved a sigh.


“Geez, what’s up with this? Just when it’s getting to something I’m interested in, I can’t get any further.”


And that was being literal. The pages she was interested in were all stained or torn out… like it was being intentionally hidden.


She could find all of the basic info about Alpha Stigma bearers here. But she already knew all of that. 


She began to examine her next document. It had an itemized list of information rather than paragraphs.


  • They are indistinguishable from human children at birth.

  • They react to environmental triggers at some point, causing a red pentagram to appear in their eyes, proving them to be Alpha Stigma bearers.

  • It is said that their eyes have a clear and truthful view of the world down to its fibers. This allows them to copy spells the instant they are activated.

  • They react to environmental triggers and go berserk at some point, their ability to see the truth collapsing in on them. They then seek to destroy the world down to its fibers.

  • An Alpha Stigma bearer who has gone berserk cannot return to the way it once was.


“…But Ryner came back,” Kiefer whispered.


There were countries like Roland where this much information was difficult to find due to the sheer fear and hatred surrounding Alpha Stigma bearers leading to taboo surrounding them even in literature, but this kind of basic information wasn’t too difficult to come by in most places.


They all said that Alpha Stigma bearers couldn’t go back to the way they were if they went berserk once. But Kiefer knew that Ryner could.


So what did that mean? She had a few theories.

1. Ryner wasn
t a normal Alpha Stigma bearer.

2. Ryner could control his power through his strong will.

 


She didn’t think that either of those were correct. Because she’d seen him go berserk firsthand. And it was different from how the information about an Alpha Stigma bearer’s berserk state was described, no matter the country… They were on a completely different scale.


A normal Alpha Stigma bearer could kill many soldiers when berserk, but not an entire army. But Ryner… 


Kiefer skimmed the next few pages. The one she settled on had both text and illustrations. Her eyes narrowed. 


She thought of her final and most recent theory.

3. Despite having a scarlet pentagram in his eyes, Ryner was not an Alpha Stigma bearer.

“……”


Then what was he?


She stared at the illustrations. It was something she hadn’t seen in any of the other countries she’d visited. There were various brands. And the title of the page… was ‘Regarding Cursed Eyes.’


“Cursed Eyes…”


That was new. And yet, the pages just after this one were all torn out… 


The other books and documents were the same.


“Uugh… Stop leaving me hanging…”


Just when she finally found something promising, too. She felt like she’d just been sent to hell. 


She was so disappointed that she was getting dizzy. Kiefer cradled her head in her hands. “M, maybe I should take a little break…”


“Oh, you’re finally on break?  Want to have some tea then?” Someone asked from behind her. It was a voice she knew, though she’d only met him once. Because his voice was powerful and memorable. It was… but wait, why? He shouldn’t… 


Kiefer turned around. It was indeed who she thought it was. He had long brown… no, pink hair with a gentle wave to it. He had a well-trained but lanky figure. But what caught her attention was his left eye. It was closed like he was winking. But… it wasn’t. It wasn’t there anymore. His remaining eye stared at her with unwavering confidence. It gave him a special sort of charisma. She could see a secret resolve in his eyes… and innocence like a child’s.


Riphal Edea was his name, but it was unlikely that people addressed him as such often. Because he was king of this country… no, king of the whole Northern Continent. The Dictator of the North.


She recalled the sight of him slashing his sword. When he did, a great light appeared. It was an unforgettable moment. He had a long, dark sword three times the size of his own body… a sword that could only be used if he offered himself up as sacrifice first. And when he did, the single slash of his sword was enough to decimate one hundred thousand of Stohl’s soldiers. Then it devoured Riphal’s eye as compensation. Because its power used his flesh as food to work.


And so he traded his left eye for the death of one hundred thousand people… 


The king had an unwavering resolve despite his loss.


He’d been on the verge of tears after. “I definitely won’t let these lives be in vain. I definitely won’t forget this moment. My sins definitely won’t disappear. I am a mass murderer. A mass murdering king. If that’s something that can be cursed, then curse me. But even so. Even so, I must keep moving forward… Now…”


All it took was one look to know that he was an outstanding person. He was charming, popular, and courageous. He had all the necessary components to be a king, and yet somehow he was still very different from Sion. He was the reason that Gastark was so strong. It wasn’t because of his sword. It was because of him. He’d even trade his own body to make his dreams come true… 


Kiefer was scared.


Why was he out here in the countryside? Well… she did call it the countryside, but on paper this was Gastark’s capital city.


Kiefer had heard that Riphal was in Stohl right now. He should be busy establishing an occupation force. Not out here hanging out in a library… But here he was.


She couldn’t detect even the faintest hint of deceit in his smile. And it was a very charming smile. To the point that it made her want to sing his praises. Gastark’s women probably all melted when they saw it. But Kiefer tensed her body.


“…Let’s see. I’m not someone with strong likes and dislikes for the most part, but I don’t think I’m too fond of stalkers.”


His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He seemed a little dejected. “Oh. You noticed?”


That was way too honest of a reaction.


Kiefer groaned at her own stupidity. This man wasn’t an idiot. Of course he would have realized that she wasn’t actually from Stohl back on the battlefield… and then he must have decided to investigate where she was really from. If she was from a country that he would someday go to war with, he’d capture her and tortured her to get her to reveal the secrets of her country’s magic. But he let her go back then. No, that wasn’t it. He let her go so he could learn why she came to Stohl in the first place.


Of course, Kiefer wasn’t exactly telling everyone about travelling the continent. She made sure to be careful in order to avoid being followed. But… she didn’t realize that she was being followed this time. She didn’t notice at all. And she was usually very good about noticing. She was confident in her ability to notice tails if she just focused for a moment. But maybe it was her confidence that’d  been her downfall?


She thought about Riphal’s sword. About its overwhelming power that so resembled Ryner’s Alpha Stigma. Maybe she could find a lead in it?


Either way. She’d been careless. Because she didn’t notice that she was being followed. She couldn’t run at this point. The whole library was probably surrounded by Gastark’s soldiers.


So what should she do? She whined to herself in the corner of her heart. What should she do? Should she off herself now? If she did, she could avoid being a burden to Roland by keeping their magic secret… At least she could probably avoid them questioning her about her native country. Though the Kingdom of Estabul was no more, she still had a responsibility to keep its magic secret.


…No. She crossed all those thoughts back out. She was being naive.


If they wanted her to talk, they’d get her to talk. Whether it took torutre, drugs, or brainwashing magic. There were countless ways to get someone to spill. 


“……”


She tensed her body and prepared herself.


She had two choices here. She could either manage to get away somehow, or she could die.


Riphal just smiled. “Ah, you don’t need to be so tense. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Kiefer instinctively scowled. She hated feeling like he could see right through her.


“There aren’t any soldiers outside either, by the way. If you want to escape then do so. Run to your heart’s content. So there’s no need for you to be so hasty.”


“…Hm. So you’ve already looked into me so much that you’re confident that you could find me again?”

Riphal shook his head. “No. My subordinates were investigating you before, but they’ve since stopped.”


“Why?”


Riphal smiled confidently. “Because it’s more fun to make a pass at a girl you don’t already know everything about, after all. It’s no fun if there’s a one-hundred percent success rate,” he said cheerfully.


Kiefer suddenly felt very tired. “What… exactly do you mean by making a pass?”

“I’m going to hug you,” he said with the same overly enthusiastic tone from before.


He was serious. Seriously an idiot.


The tense feeling faded from her as soon as she realized that.


“…Aren’t you being, like… way too straightforward?” Kiefer asked, suddenly exhausted. “I was expecting you to interrogate me… Wait, is that what the tea was for? You’re hitting on me with tea? That’s so corny.”


Riphal’s eyes widened in surprise.


Bullseye.


Kiefer pressed a finger to her forehead, internally groaning at how dumb this all was. “You’re way too easy to understand.”


Riphal laughed, pleased.


He smiled and laughed often. To the point where she began to feel a little less down, despite herself.


“Let’s have that tea then,” Riphal said. He turned to an old man who’d been reading behind them for some time now. “I’m gonna borrow the kitchen for a minute, okay?”


“Don’t get it too dirty now, you Edea whippersnapper.”


“……”


It was a conversation between the king and the library’s owner, and yet… 


On top of that, he’d seriously left his back unguarded and facing her. 


“Ugh, what’s with that?” Riphal complained.


“Haven’t you even considered that I might be an assassin from abroad?” Kiefer asked.


He turned back to face her with a grin. “I’ve got one eye, and it’s to read women with.”


“…Your pickup lines are hideous,” Kiefer said, her distaste evident.


But Riphal just looked mischievous. “That’s fine. I’ll give you some info on Cursed Eyes to make up for you dealing with them, so look forward to it while you wait.”


“Wh…”


Riphal disappeared into a door behind the counter before she could react. Kiefer stared dumbfounded for a moment before scowling.


“What kind of a pickup line is that… ugh, I guess he really did look into me.”


The library felt very quiet with him gone. The library’s owner just continued to read quietly instead of saying anything to her.


“…This country is really weird,” Kiefer mumbled.


---


The tea that Riphal made was surprisingly tasty. It had a kind of weak taste, but it was exceptionally fragrant, which made her think it was an herbal tea of some sort. She wondered idly if it was the standard here in the north. It was a new flavor to Kiefer, who had grown up in the southernmost country in the continent. 


“Do you like it?” Riphal asked.


Yes, though she hated to admit it. Riphal’s eyes shone when she nodded.


“Right? It’s super delicious. It’s a rare tea, you know. You can’t find it outside of this town. But I was born and raised here, so it’s all I ever drank growing up.”


So that’s how it was.


He was smiling because she praised the tea. Her praising the tea meant that she was praising the town that he grew in, which meant that she was praising him. That was his reaction.


What a child!


“There’s enough for more, by the way,” Riphal said. He smiled at her, happy as could be… and it made her want to smile too. So she averted her eyes.


“I’ll have some more then, but only because there are leftovers.”


“Really? I can also make more whenever.”


“Uh, right. More importantly, let’s get to talking. You were going to give me some information?”

Riphal glanced to the stack of books Kiefer had accumulated on the other side of the table. “None of the things you wanted to know were in those, right?”


Kiefer tensed. That was true. Everything had been torn out, or blotted out… “Were those pages removed on your orders?”


Riphal shook his head. “Not on my orders. I did it all myself.”

So he came here as soon as he knew that Kiefer would enter this library just so he could destroy the information before she got to it. She shivered.


But then he continued, interrupting her thoughts.


“But see, I did all that back when I was a kid.”


“H, huh? Seriously?”

“Miss,” the old man behind the counter said, “Don’t be like him. Tearing up books is disrespectful to the authors—”


“Ughhh I know thaaat. How many times have you given me that lecture now?” Riphal asked. “And I’m already an adult, you know—”


“You? An adult? You’re fifteen at most—”


“I’m twenty-three!! Geez, when did your internal clock stop ticking?” Riphal asked. But he seemed happy even now, like he was enjoying being treated like a child… Riphal looked to Kiefer. “Y’know, he’s usually not this silly. It’s just times like this—”


“I’m not being ‘silly!’” The old man yelled. He threw a book at Riphal, which hit him square on the head… 


“Ow!! That hurt! Also, isn’t that disrespectful to the book!?”


“Don’t be stupid. That wasn’t me. It was divine punishment from the god of literature.”

Kiefer’s tension lessened again listening to their argument. What part of any of this made her get serious again, anyway? No matter how she looked at it, they were just the village troublemaker and the old man tasked with disciplining him…


“The god of literature, huh?” Riphal repeated as he rubbed his aching head. Then he turned back to Kiefer. “Do you believe in gods or anything?”


“…Is that a quality you’re looking for?” Kiefer countered. His question came off like he was trying to figure out if she was from a religious country or not.


Riphal shrugged. “It’s just one of those things I’d like to know about the woman I’ve fallen in love with,” he said. “Second Private Kiefer Knolles.”


Kiefer was quiet for a moment. He was seriously hard to deal with. She never introduced herself, and yet he knew her name. “How much do you—” 


“Just your name.”


“Liar.”


“You don’t believe me?”


“Of course not. There’s no reason to stop at my name, now, is there?”


“I just wanted to know the name of the world-class beauty I met on the battlefield,” Riphal answered easily.


“I’m not going to tell you anything even if you flatter me.”


“I’m not just flattering, I—”


“Don’t try to banter with me!” Kiefer yelled. She felt like she was being toyed with. Everything was just a game to him. He’d probably researched everything about her just to come here and toy with her. Men were the same no matter the country… 


Kiefer’s thoughts trailed off as she noticed Riphal giving her a kicked-puppy face. “Mm? Are you shivering…? This is bad. Did I really scare you? Aww, shit. My bad. I really only looked up a few facts…”


“……”


He was trying to make her doubt herself. It was, no doubt, another game of his.


“I really only looked your name up,” Riphal said. “Because you were so beautiful, and I just wanted to know.”


As if!


Kiefer glared, her eyes sharp. “You knew that I was researching the Alpha Stigma, too. I know damn well that you dug up more than my name—”


Riphal looked troubled. He pointed to the books on the table, where she’d left that book about Cursed Eyes out… 


“Ah,” Kiefer said.


T-that was true. He could easily figure out what she was researching by the books on the table. But still.


“But still, you were trying to figure out if I believe in a god or not—”


“That’s because I’d understand your interest in Cursed Eyes better if you were religious, since they’re the same general concept,” Riphal said. “Sorry, I could have explained that better. But you’re a foreign beauty away from home alone. You have to be as cautious as you are. I understand that. I’m in the wrong here. Let me try again, okay?”


His eyes sharpened, and the cheery air about him changed into something more solemn. “I… don’t hesitate when I need to kill someone. I don’t hesitate when I torture people, either. Kiefer, if I meant to kill you, I’d have done so back on the battlefield.”


Now he seemed like the king he was.


This was his true self, one that could inspire awe in the viewer.


“Wh, what the hell,” Kiefer said. “Don’t say my name so suddenly.”


She regretted those words the second they were out of her mouth. It was a stupid thing to say. She knew she’d lost already.


The king smiled. It was a carefree smile, like a child’s. “So you can just relax. It’s okay, Kiefer. Do you feel better now?”


“……”


She cursed herself for relaxing, even if only a little. How frustrating. Everything was going at his pace. She’d just told him not to say her name, and then he went and did it again right after… 


“You really… just do whatever you want, don’t you?” Kiefer asked.


“Well, I am a king.”


“…Ugh. I guess I can’t refuse you either, since you’re a king?”


“Do you hate that?”


“I do,” she said instantly.


Sure enough, his dejected expression was way too easy to read… 


Kiefer sighed. “Augh, geez. It’s not as bad as the irritating noble schtick, I guess.”


She recalled the nobles who had killed her sisters, tricked her, and used her… 


It was hard for her to deal with someone this straightforward. Because she was a traitor. She betrayed everyone in her home country… and this straightforward honesty was downright charming. To the point where she hated it. She’d probably manage to betray this guy at some point, too… 


“C’mon, look,” Riphal said. He took three folded pieces of paper out of his pocket and placed them on the table in front of Kiefer.


“Huh…? Wha…”


It was the pages following the illustration in the document she’d been reading before all of this. They had several symbols on them, like pentagrams and crosses… 


Regarding the Cursed Eyes. 


It was the information Kiefer was looking for… 


But that meant… 


“They’re pretty old books, and that information’s in more than one place, you know. I’ll explain it even if you can’t read it yourself. As far as I know, there are five types of these monsters we call Cursed Eyes…”


“F-five types!?”


In the end, he really had researched her, hadn’t he? He already knew that she was researching the Alpha Stigma. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have brought these papers with… 


This was bad. She had to run… 


Riphal continued calmly. “These monsters are real tough to catch, you know? If we go in order of how easy they are to nab, then it goes like… the Future Eyes, Torch Curse; the Copying Eyes, Alpha Stigma; and the Dream Moving Eyes, Ebra Crypt. Those guys are no big deal. But the other two… The Resentment Eyes, Will Heim, and the Annihilation Eyes, Iino Doue. Those guys are a real pain in the ass.”


Kiefer froze.


This was the kind of information she’d been looking for. He’d frozen her in place from the allure of this information. This was exactly what she was looking for. She’d been single mindedly thinking of how to get out until now, but… now all she could think of was what he just said.


So there were five types of Cursed Eyes… and apparently Alpha Stigma wasn’t even that strong compared to some of the others. According to Kiefer’s theory, Ryner’s Alpha Stigma wasn’t really Alpha Stigma at all… He could be one of the other types.


“It says that much on the papers I just gave you, but… sorry. The rest is a secret for Gastark’s people’s eyes. Do you still want to know the rest?”


“……”


Of course she did.


He was really in control of the situation now. It was like an all-you-can-eat, but for bullying her.


“By the way, you probably can’t find the details we have about Cursed Eyes anywhere else. See, this region’s got some special circumstances, so there are more Cursed Eyes around here than in other places… The circumstances are secret too, of course. I’ve ordered my subordinates to go around destroying this kind of info throughout the world, just like how it is in this library - all the important pages have been destroyed. The keywords I have them after are ‘holy sword,’ ‘Cursed Eyes,’ ‘contract,’ and… ‘god.’ They’re all fairytale-like stories, so no one realizes. And if they do…” 


Riphal’s face wrinkled with sadness.


She recalled what he’d told her before. That people who don’t regret killing others are trash.


So they killed them. They destroyed information in other countries and killed those who realized what they were doing.


She understood why, too. It was because of that sword. It had immense destructive power, and all it took was a swing… The world would surely end if everyone had a sword like that.


Riphal continued, pained. “But the world is starting to realize. This place is a normal, but poor town. The only foreign visitors we get are those who are seeking information like you are, Kiefer. Because they want to save someone, or because they want power. But the same thing will happen no matter their reasons - things will get worse. I need to act as quick as possible to minimize the sacrifices…”


“…And become king of the world. Right?”

“Yeah,” Riphal said and nodded. But his expression wasn’t one of greed. It reflected pain, sadness, and regret. That and the strength to move forward.  


“…So you’ll kill me, too…?”


“No. I told you earlier. I don’t hesitate when I’m going to kill someone. You haven’t reached the status of someone I need to kill yet,” he said and gazed right at her.


He looked serious. She didn’t think he was lying. So she had to make the right choice here.


She had two options.


One: Leave this place without the answers she was looking for.


Two: Listen to Riphal’s information… and cooperate with Gastark.


Riphal held out his hand. “Will you come with me?” He asked kindly. His voice was full of charm. And she… didn’t hate him. Right. She could still be happy if she took his hand now. Many people had probably come here seeking information and decided to take his hand at this point, deciding to cooperate with him and work towards saving the world. That was probably part of how Gastark was getting so big so quickly.


So was it wrong for her to take his hand? She didn’t think anyone would complain if she did.


So she put her hand in his.


“Tell me your information.”


As usual, Riphal was ridiculously easy to read. His lips curled in a smile that could melt hearts.


Kiefer smiled back. But that was just an act. She was used to smiling while lying by now.


She’d chosen her third option: get the information she wanted, then betray him. She might be killed, but… 


She felt a presence through the window and looked over. Several people in black cloaks who had concealed their presence until now had appeared. They were calmly leaving… 


“……”


She couldn’t sense any killing intent from them… 


She looked back to Riphal. Gazed at him, the dictator of the north, as she smiled.


She definitely wouldn’t lose.


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