Elfanteâs structure was complex, intricately woven as spiderâs web, mostly due to the various types of buildings that had aged over time.
It was because of this that Yuria, who possessed such an extremely noticeable trait managed to find a building to live quietly in.
This fact also meant that it wasnât hard to find a deserted place where one could carry out something significant without being caught by anyone.
â...Tying a knot is a bit hardâŠâ
Dowd Campbell muttered with an unfocused gaze, as if he was in a complete daze.
The sight of him trying to tie a noose with a sturdy rope he had found somewhere was beyond miserable or pitiful. Actually, it wouldnât be wrong if someone were to think that he had gone mad.
[...]
[...]
In a place not so far away, a âwillâ was left neatly besides Soul Linker. And in it, two souls were in silent agreement.
[...Will it be fine even if we do not stop him?] fÉŸeeweÉnŃłveÉ.com
Valkasus, who had awakened at some point, said this to Caliban, but the latter only let out a deep sigh without giving a clear answer.
[I mean, even if we try to stop him, he wonât listen to us. What else can we do?]
[...But that doesnât mean we can just leave him to die like this, right?!]
Valkasus exclaimed in horror at Calibanâs calm response.
What in the world? That man was on the verge of suicide. How could he remain so calm?
At this very moment, Dowd was almost ready to hang himself. His gloomy gaze checked the noose to see if it was tight enough.
[I mean, there is no reason not to be calm, right?]
Yet, Calibanâs voice returned unflustered despite Valkasusâs urgency and panic.
[The things clinging to that bastard are âDevilsâ, Valkasus.]
He continued with a bitter smile.
[Even if he wants to die, there is bound to be at least one punk that wonât let him do as he wishes.]
Valkasus didnât even need to ask what that meant.
-!
After all, just as Dowd was about to hang himself with a whistle, the part of the roof where the noose was fixed exploded and flew away.
Thanks to that, Dowd fell to the ground as there was nothing left to support his weight.
As he tumbled to the ground with a Crash, someone landed gently from the air.
â...Are you seriousâŠ?â
Faenol, who was levitating in the air using her mana, let out a deep sigh as she retracted the flames wrapping around your body.
âI know I was busy with the Second Ordeal recently, so we havenât seen each other. But what in the world do you think youâre doing? Is this seriously the first thing I need to see after meeting you for the first time in a while?â
â...â
Dowd stared blankly at Faenol, whose body was illuminated by the moonlight.
Her appearance, her dress fluttering in the night sky, was almost dreamlike.
But the biggest factor that gave such a sensation to him was actually something else.
He dragged his dazed gaze upwards, to something that was rising above her head.
â...Horns?â
Though his memories were gone, his common sense and knowledge still remained. That was why, across the continent there would be no human whoâd have such a thing growing out of their head.
This indiscernible sight made various questions rise in his head, butâŠ
For the two souls inside the Soul Linker, it was different.
No one needed to explain to them anything, as they both knew that horns were a definitive symbol of a âDevilâ.
The thing she used to blow up the roof of the building was related to that power.
Karmic Fire, a Devilâs Authority.
The firepower of it wasnât something really worth mentioning. Because no matter how robust the buildings of Elfante were, a Devilâs Authority had the power to damage even the barriers of Seraphims.
Rather, the absurd part of this wasâŠ
[...Did she just precisely âscoop outâ the top part of the building with a Devilâs Authority?]
Valkasus let out such words with a groan.
No Vessel in the world could âbring outâ and use a Devilâs Authority however they liked in such a way.
Only when a Vessel started to go berserk after getting encroached by a Fragment would such a power manifested.
Her being able to use it so precisely implied a bunch of things.
[...]
Caliban silently watched this scene.
Obviously seeing the power of a Devil he had once subjugated with his own hands wasnât a pleasant experience for him.
But, more than feeling such a displeasure, he could feel a terrifying chill ran down his spine.
â...Didnât she say before that as she regains her emotions, her control over the Devilâs power becomes stronger?â
CertainlyâŠ
The precision of her usage of the Red Devilâs Authority was incomparable even to back during the Crimson Night Incident.
Back then, she only spread her flames indiscriminately, but now she used it with a clear purpose and she could use it in an extremely calculated manner.
Then, maybeâŠ
Just maybeâŠ
Having fought this person once before, he had no choice but to come to an uncomfortable hypothesis.
If that punk, for some reasonâŠ
Became an âenemyâ...
And if she decided to burn the world with the firepower of three Devilâs Fragments combined, as well as such precise control over that powerâŠ
[...]
The disaster that she could cause would be incomparable to the Crimson Night Incident, when she managed to turn several cities to ashes in less than half a day.
As he was thinking about this, Faenol let out a sigh while holding both sides of her waists with her hands, staring at him with squinted eyes.
Each and every of her gestures exuded an exasperated atmosphere.
âSome people canât die even if they wish to, you know? What are you doing here? Are you trying to rub that fact in my face? Are you trying to brag?â
â...Excuse me?â
Dowd let out a bewildered voice.
After all, this person was a complete stranger to him, someone he hadnât seen even when he had collapsed and was in the infirmary.
So why in the world was she acting as if he knew him?
As he shot an upward glance filled with these thoughts, Faenol landed gently on the ground.
Then she promptly approached and grabbed Dowd, who was sprawled on the floor, by the scruff, hoisting him up.
The strength from her slender body was unimaginable, but then again, questioning such things about a Devilâs Vessel was ridiculous in itself.
â...Uh, who are youâŠ?â
And thenâŠ
Faenol immediately pressed her lips against Dowd.
â...? ...?! ----?!â
Startled by this, Dowd struggled fiercely, but he simply wasnât strong enough to shake Faenol off.
The kiss went on and on, until he was completely out of breath. All the while, Dowd squirmed, trying desperately to escape.
â...W-What, w-wait, w-what is the meaning of thisâŠ?â
As soon as their lips parted, Dowd blurted out in utter shock, clearly frightened out of his wits.
Though he was not certain as his memory was lost, a sense of déjà vu, as if such an event had happened before, was palpable.
â...Iâm refueling myself.â
â...Excuse me?â
âIâve been apart from you recently, so I havenât been able to feel any thrill. My heart hasnât been racing at all.â
Contrastingly to him, Faenol continued in an expressionless tone.
To feel any kind of emotion at all was an extremely significant matter to her. It was as important as an oasis to a wanderer in the desert.
Considering that the things that gave her powerful âresonanceâ were matters specifically related to this manâŠ
Her kissing him as soon as they met wasnât even all that special of a situation.
At least, that was the case for her.
â...â
âYou said you would make me happy, so this much should be acceptable, right? Count it as you taking responsibility for your words. Well, I admit that I was a little impatient.â
â...Me, to you tooâŠ?â
It was dizzying. Truly.
Dowdâs eyes lost all focus once again.
He staggered up and picked up the noose that had been discarded on the floor.
â...What are you planning to do with that?â
As Faenol chuckled and asked, Dowd mumbled, half out of his mind.
â...As expected, itâs better for something like me to just dieâŠâ
âAha.â
Faenol chuckled again upon hearing his words.
âWith whose permission?â
â...â
Along with such words, the noose Dowd was holding burst into flames that materialized in mid-air.
Almost as if telling him such an act would never be allowed.
âDowd Campbell, do not delude yourself.â
Faenol continued with the same smiling face she always had.
âYour life is not solely your own.â
â...Excuse me?â
Some amount of alertness returned to Dowdâs eyes.
It was primarily due to the sheer incredulity he felt upon hearing such words.
âAfter intruding into someone elseâs life uninvited⊠After taking her heart with abandon⊠To think that you would then talk about dying as you please.â
However, her eyes were not smiling.
Rather, they shimmered with a sinister color.
âIsnât that tooâŠselfish?â
â...â
âYou have a duty to survive until the end. To make me happy and to find happiness for yourself as well.â
â...â
âIf you die, I shall chase you to the ends of hell to hold you accountable, so, why donât we stop with these pointless acts?â
Faenol pressed her lips lightly against Dowdâs once again.
Compared to the sticky heat before, it was merely a brush on the surface.
Yet the feeling terrified him so, to the point that chills ran down his spine.
â...That is enough, Faenol.â
As Dowd was left breaking out in a cold sweat, such a voice cut in from the side.
âI will acknowledge your feat in finding this man so quickly, but I will not tolerate such a stimulation. What were you thinking? His mind is already unstable enough with the matter of the artificial soul.â
â...My apologies.â
At the same time Faenol conceded and set Dowd back down, Sullivan entered through the door, sighing and brushing her hair back.
âYou should not cause such trouble, Viscount Campbell. Please have some awareness that you are still a patient.â
Her voice was warm.
However, to Dowd, who had been dogged by countless women up until now, her kindness felt ominous, even frightening.
â...No way. Could it beâŠâ
Was this woman also âinvolvedâ with him?
â...Excuse me, Chancellor, butâŠâ
Dowd asked with a trembling voice.
âMay I inquire about the nature of my relationship with Your ExcellencyâŠ?â
â...â
Sullivan slightly furrowed her brow at the unexpected question.
The answer that came was as if questioning why he would ask something so obvious.
âWe had no relation whatsoever.â
â...!â
Dowdâs expression brightened momentarily.
That was right, it must be so!
No matter how much of a lunatic he was before losing his memory, there must be at least one person who he had a normal relationships withâ
âThis was what you believed.â
â...â
âHowever, I have harbored some special thoughts towards you.â
The Chancellor said this, lightly smiling as she caressed Dowdâs face with a tender touch.
But to Dowd, it almost felt like the gesture of a Grim Reaper.
âAnyway, letâs stop this mess and return.â
â...ReturnâŠ?â
âThere are many who are worried about you, you see.â
â...Iâd rather you k-kill me, ChancellorâŠâ
Dowd, who muttered as such with unfocused eyesâŠ
â...?â
Soon clamped his mouth shut.
It was probably because he had noticed something odd.
â...Chancellor?â
Sullivanâs complexion, which had just previously been stern as if not a single drop of blood could be drawn from herâŠ
Had suddenly turned visibly pale upon hearing those words.
â...Eup.â
Then, as if trying to suppress nausea, Sullivan hastily covered her mouth.
Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She breathed heavily. Her face was intermingled with what seemed like sheer terror.
Almost as ifâŠ
Some sort of âtraumaâ had been triggered.
â...â
â...â
Both Dowd and Faenol looked on with bewildered expressions.
âThatâ very ChancellorâŠ
Someone who, if she wished, could even have the Empress of the Empire grovel at her feetâŠ
The woman known as the Iron-Blooded ChancellorâŠ
Was now stepping back as if she were a frightened child at that single phrase Dowd had uttered.
â...Chancellor?â
âTake the patient away, Faenol.â
With a tone significantly harder than before, Sullivan issued such a command.
â...An urgent matterâŠcame upâŠso I mustâŠtakeâŠmy leave first.â
After barely getting such words out, Sullivan quickly turned and scurried away.
Rather, she practically sprinted down the corridor.
â...â
â...â
Silence lingered for a few minutes.
â...Did I say something wrong?â
âWho knowsâŠ?â
In the wake of Sullivanâs abrupt departure, Dowd and Faenol were left standing there, sharing the same look of confusion.
â...Chancellor?â
Dizziness.
That was the only thing Sullivan felt when she arrived in front of her quarters in Elfante.
â...Chancellor, are you alright?â
Despite her attendantâs repeated inquiries, Sullivan did not respond. Instead, she rushed into the room with a pallid face.
And then, immediately afterâŠ
â...EupâŠ!â
Upon reaching the bathroom, she vomited out everything in her stomach.
In her mind, âoldâ memories of the times she had shared with someone replayed.
Memories of a very distant past.
Ones that shouldnât exist in âthis worldâ. Those kinds of memories filled her head.
-Thank you, Sullivan, as always.
She remembered a certain someoneâs voice.
-I know you are busy with Chancellor duties, but please take it easy a bit. And rely on me a bit, too.
Their warmth.
-...Even if they call you a âDevilâs Vesselâ or whatever, I, at the very least, will never leave you.
Smile.
Memories that persisted even through the âregressionâ of the worldâŠ
They assaulted her mind, consumed her consciousness.
ThenâŠ
The phrase she had just heard echoed again.
-...Iâd rather you k-kill me, ChancellorâŠ
She knew that he didnât mean it when he said so.
Both situations were entirely different, and she knew better than anyone that there wasnât any real intent behind his words.
StillâŠ
â...â
For her, it was a nightmarish experience.
All the precious memories she rememberedâŠ
Was now being overshadowed by that one single phrase uttered by the âsame personâ...
Turning them into the most horrific scene.
-Iâm begging you.
It was a rainy day.
She remembered the awfully obliterated Imperial Palace.
And the figure of a certain man, breathing faintly in her arms.
-Please, Iâm begging you.
-Iâm so sorry, but Iâm just in so⊠so much painâŠ
-...Could you please just kill me instead?
The smell of blood on her hands, the stench of entrails on her feet.
And the sight of Dowd Campbell, who had pleaded to her with a smile that he had barely managed to form.
As soon as those memories, covered in dust on the other side of consciousness, started replayingâŠ
â...Eu-...EupâŠ-!â
With tears staining her face, Sullivan continued to vomit violently.
After a long while, she had nothing left to throw up. But despite this, the nausea persisted.
â...â
How long had she continued as such?
Completely drained, Sullivan collapsed right then and there.
â...No. This timeâŠâ
Her voice, mixed with sobs, barely managed to let out a whisper.
âIn this world⊠No⊠It wonât happenâŠâ
In an incessantly absent-minded stateâŠ
âI can protect himâŠâ
The Golden Chancellor murmured as if whimpering.
âI wonât let him dieâŠâ
She would make sure of it.
No matter the cost. Even if she had to sacrifice everything.
No Devil, no damned Prophet, no Empress, no Pope, none of themâŠ
Could ever take Dowd Campbell away from her.
â...At the very least, not this timeâŠâ
Gasping for breath, Sullivan clung to that resolve as a faint golden Demonic Aura glimmered around her /genesisforsaken