�shut up!�Stop talking nonsense!�die!�

Despite the random fists, Etella did not even move.

�It�s a sacrifice, Master.��As she waited for the end of her life, she saw Chagall, half turned into a demon, before her eyes.

�why!�what are you�What are you like!��Tia.

Half-conscious, he bit Etella by the scruff of the neck and made a beastly noise.

�Kreureung!�Kreureung!�

Etella embraced Chagall�s back, which moved with animalistic desire, with her arms.

�Don�t miss it.�

By doing good, evil became the greatest.

Like that, good and evil amplify each other, creating extreme emotions that humans can�t reach����.

�Aaaaaaa!�

Eventually, the scenery changed terribly, and he began to fall into hell in a state of flesh and blood.

Last minute in reality.

Ethella looked up at the sky over Chagall�s shoulder and parted her dry lips.

�iced coffee?���

I saw a sky full of clouds of fire.

�The world behind it.�

It was a soul purifying system in which emotions that could not be dealt with in real life were stored.

* * ?

Crete, the capital of Tormia.

The screams that had been heard all over the capital the night before were quieted down around dawn.

From the tallest watchtower, Miro captured the pale scenery of dawn.

�He must have found his own way.�

Because a lazy person cannot exist in the face of pain.

�ha.�

Miro was like that too.

There was nothing precious to her who sealed her heart to protect the good.

The only way is to accept the pain.

�It�s painful.�

It was as if knives were mixed in his veins. JrNovels.com