Volume 5 Chapter 68 Mirror Mask
In the office building, which was supposed to be filled with elegant furnishings, Finn was breathing heavily.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
The private room, which should have been filled with many high-quality items, was in disarray as if someone had broken in. Finn, driven by anger, destroyed everything in sight.
He had caused such a commotion that his physical exhaustion surpassed his emotions. The pain in his head was so intense that he couldn't move or faint.
Resting his hands on the sofa, he groaned like a beast while sweating profusely.
The maintenance of "Gajou (My Castle)" beyond its limits and the stress from the defeat were burning him from within.
In the end, he had achieved the result Kushina had desired.
However, it was the bare minimum. The worst of the worst.
The results did not match the cost he had paid. Sharla's situation cannot be controlled, and the Dragarts (Dragon Claw Knights) were in a state of ruin.
A complete defeat. They had escaped, but they couldn't do anything else but run away.
They had prepared for this moment. In the Sarnold Empire and on this Earth. Finn had thrown away his pride, personal fortune, time, and everything he possessed to take on this challenge.
Yet, they still couldn't reach it.
Silver Hero.
Moreover, it wasn't just a simple defeat. The Dragarts were annihilated, but not a single person died.
That meant one thing.
The military power they had gathered with all their might, the war they had started, was nothing but a play for the Hero.
It had been proven in the battle against Larkan Mines. Silver Hero was not incapable of killing enemies.
Then what were they? Weaklings who weren't even recognized as his enemies. Just insignificant supporting roles?
That man was truly a despicable person who trampled on pride and anger without even realizing it.
"Gu, ugh..."
Finn dug his nails into his golden hair and scratched his head. As if trying to extract the frustration within him, he shaved off his hair and skin.
You always, always disturb my thoughts. Ah, only you, I won't forgive you. You won't be forgiven.
Hero, Hero, Heroooooo!!
"-sama."
A voice interrupted Finn's jumbled thoughts.
"..."
Turning his undead-like eyes towards the voice, there stood Vice Ornette, even paler than usual.
He had taken a blow from Silver and was in a state where even maintaining consciousness was difficult. His magic power was running out, and he bore the responsibility of losing the battle as the great general. The burden was extraordinary.
But Vice was Finn's protector and knight. No matter the situation, he couldn't take his eyes off his master. If left alone like this, the nails will tear the skin and gouge the flesh without stopping.
Therefore, Vice opened his mouth again, even though he knew it was taboo.
"Please stop, Fiona-sama..."
"Don't call me by that name!!"
Finn screamed, forgetting about the pain, and pulled out a self-defense knife and threw it at Vice.
It grazed Vice' cheek and shattered the glass on the shelf behind him. After the loud noise, silence fell on the fragments.
"Haa... Ah"
At that moment, Finn saw it. His faint reflection on the remaining glass on the shelf.
His hair, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window, shone golden, and his eyes were dyed red like blood.
His face, which could only be called a beautiful young man, had a small roundness, and his body had transformed into a fragile one, as if it could break.
It was Fiona's body, which he had been familiar with since he could remember.
The weak, powerless girl was staring back at him in astonishment.
The person chosen as the "key" is someone who fulfills the conditions of being a Saint.
There is no human named Finn Canatilla Sarnold.
The man named Finn is a temporary form to live on the main stage of the Sarnold Empire, where demons and monsters reside.
Now, because the magic power used for transformation tools has run out, the magic has been undone. When Finn or Fiona recognized her own face correctly, she collapsed on the spot. Her long hair scattered on the sofa, glimmering in the light.
——Again.
——I'm feeling this again.
Behind the splitting headache, numerous scenes flashed and disappeared. The interior of the room she had grown tired of seeing, the smiling maids, a bunch of red hair put in a luxurious box.
Her weak self. The self who wished to be saved. The self who could only cry and be comforted.
Stop messing around.
Fiona shouted in her heart. In the soft iron tower where the weather and day and night were uncertain, she had made a vow.
Yes, she no longer seek salvation.
Even if this path leads to destruction, she has decided to walk until the end.
Fiona bit her lip and silenced her past self.
It's different from back then. The warm droplets running down her chin were the only thing that indicated that.
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