�It�s Chagall.�A terribly twisted one.�He is a person who will become poison to the world if left alone.�

I thought so.

Even so, the reason I couldn�t kill him was the pain in my heart that I felt from the moment I saw Chagall.

�I don�t know.�

What have you been through and what have you said?

�I forgot.�

Like a bond from a previous life, like when I buried my face in my mother�s memento that I cherished.

�Is that so?�

We will never know what happened, but Raphael embraced the being called Chagall.

�Is that how it happened, Chagall?��Raphael said.

�Wherever you go, the way back is behind you.�

The rapid-fire sword was driven into Raphael�s heart, and several knife cuts followed almost simultaneously.

�ha.�ha.�

In the darkness without even moonlight, Chagall stared at the fallen body of Raphael.

Of course, Chagall�s skills were not clumsy enough to convince the opponent that he had taken care of them.

But it�s a strange feeling.

�Did they stop at the last minute?�

To see it as a mistake, it was a situation where one moment of judgment led to the loss of one�s life.

No answer was heard.

�It�s not a big deal���

If only I had known that the words that endlessly circulated in my head would return like a boomerang like this.

�What did you mean?��Maybe Raphael doesn�t even know.

But if I could have suppressed the rage in my heart and had a little more conversation with him.

�You motherfuckers!�

Chagall, his eyes bloodshot, inhaled the perfume as if he had sucked in all the air.

The memory of meeting Etella, the memory of mistaking her for Tia, and the present.

�Why are you doing this to me!�

It�s a farmhouse.

Chagall�s rationality was completely burned by the anger of having his life completely manipulated.

�I will kill them all!� JrNovels.com