That day.
On the day when rain poured down in the slums, why was my body shaking so violently?
"Why are you shaking so much?"
It wasn't just because the raindrops clinging to my body were cold.
Nor was it because there were decapitated corpses strewn beneath me.
Because I couldn't understand...
"I'm scared, aren't I? Right?"
Unable to comprehend the phenomenon that unfolded before me, I had defined her, who had been with me until then, as a terrifying entity.
No matter how cruel, there was always a reason, and no matter how strong the enemy, there was a tangible form.
But what she had done was a phenomenon beyond my understanding.
"...Vivian."
There she was, appearing before me again at this moment.
Vivian Platonis.
A scholar affiliated with the Magic Tower, a woman who introduced herself as a 'witch,' an alien entity.
"...Hehe."
Since that day, I swore I had never forgotten about her.
And that's understandable, because one of the reasons I had wanted to become a hero was because I had no choice but to leave her side helplessly.
To be with someone I had given my heart to. To be with someone who had given their heart to me...
In this cruel world, that would be impossible without power.
"You seem quite stronger than before..."
She appeared before me again, examining me with half-closed eyes, and quietly began to raise her hand.
With her thumb and index finger touching, she pointed precisely at me...
Snap!
The moment I instinctively ducked, a chilling sensation began to wash over me from above.
Had I been a bit slower, my head would have been gone.
Without even realizing I was dead, my headless body would have crashed to the ground, bleeding and convulsing.
Splash!
Before I could recover from the shock, the sound of liquid spurting came from behind me.
And as I quickly turned my head, my face began to be covered with a sticky liquid.
The iron-like smell that wafted from it felt all too familiar.
"Ah..."
But even the nausea that arose was swallowed up by the exclamation I made upon recognizing the corpse that lay before me.
"Ah, Airi...?"
Airi Haven.
One of the most precious people to me.
"Ah, I missed."
Even after taking such a precious person away, she simply raised her finger again with a gruff voice.
Just like before.
"So, I just need to shoot once more, right?"
Without any particular emotion for killing a person, she simply prepared to exert her power towards her target again.
"Wait, just a moment..."
If I don't dodge, I'll die.
But at this moment, another person had appeared behind me, following Airi.
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