Harvits let out a baby�s cry.

The appearance of acting innocence with a dry face gave me goosebumps in that it was the height of pretense.

�This is chaos.�

It�s like an aborted baby.

A vague form of living as a child in the memory of parents, even though they were never born in reality.

�The point at which all kinds of contradictions are compressed without being resolved.�

Natasha understood Havitz.

�If I amplify the agony of the moment when I discovered that my two children were drowning, would it become Habits?��and now awakened

�Aye.�Aye.�

Realizing that he couldn�t be anything, Havitz defined himself by himself.

�I am Satan.�

?�?�?

A village 17 kilometers from Harvits.

In the village that was first swept by demons and plundered by thieves, the breaths of those waiting for death could be heard.

�Huh.�

A woman with her left leg cut off and bleeding profusely was crawling on the floor.

�baby.�

Where she reached out lay a child who had been pierced by an arrow.

�Mom, it hurts.�

Tears welled up in the woman�s eyes, and there were me and Shura watching the gruesome sight.

�It�s okay, sweetie.�

stroking the child�s head, she said.

�If you die���

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the sadness, but I couldn�t contain the misery.

�You will be fine when you die.�

As Nane pressed her lips together, a woman�s heart-rending screams rang out.

�Aaaaaa!�Aaaaaa!�

The woman who screamed next to her dying child eventually died of excessive blood loss.

Nane gently closed her eyes and put her palms together.

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