26 I cant do that. (2/2)

What do these people think my life is?

What's the best way to recover from this?

Senri coming to save me?　I don't think so. If she comes, it'll be after I'm dead.

And if Senri comes to save me now, Nevira won't hesitate to kill me before I get in her way.

The man in front of me has that kind of determination, that kind of determination that he doesn't care if Senri hates him.

I didn't feel hungry, but I was very thirsty.

Earlier, the man with the sword had called me a lesser vampire. If that's true, then what I need now is blood.

Too far. It's too far. I can't even reach the nearest Nevira with my neck, and I don't know if my fangs can penetrate their positive power.

A male knight grasping a sword approaches my body cautiously and strips off my shroud. He finds the shadowy amulet around my neck, rips off the chain, and clicks his tongue loudly.

”Is this why I can't feel the ...... negative force?

”The treasured possession of Holos Kamen. ...... d*mn it. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have missed you on the street. ......

If it wasn't for this, the Lord wouldn't have let me go to town.

I had already lost my bag somewhere while I was being eaten by Lord. After inspecting my belongings, Nevilla roughly threw me to the ground.

I wondered if I would ever be forgiven. The Knight of the End shattered the impossible hope I had held for a moment.

”Now, there's only one task left. There's only one mission left, and that's to kill you. ............

As I crawl pathetically on the ground and cower in pain, Nevilla says in a low voice, ”The mace is aimed at me.

The mace is aimed at me. Her golden eyes look down at me. Then, bringing her face close to mine, Nevilla said.

”Apologize. I'll kill you easy.

This is the one who calls the end. The Grim Reaper. Far more fierce, far more real than the ones in the fairy tales.

They are the enemy. Enemies of the enemy of humanity. I am the enemy of humanity.

I'm sure they have families. They probably have loved ones.

And in their eyes, they must be very kind and dependable people.

--But I still don't want to ...... die.

I don't want to die. ...... I just don't want to die!

The wailing cries out in the darkness. It was a cry of the soul, even if it led to more atrocities.

Nevilla and the demise knights did not become enraged. All they did was look at me as if I were a caterpillar writhing around, as if they were looking at something insane.

”....... Are you insane, man?　I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on. It's no wonder Senri overlooked him with pity. The weak are his natural enemy.

”Nevilla. Make sure he gets it right. That's what the master says.

Of course I will!　I'm not like him!

Die. You're dead. No help.

You were killed by a strange disease before you were born, and just when you think you've gained your freedom, you're killed by the Knights of the End? Surrounded, unable to resist, overrun by overwhelming combat power...

Tears are flowing. Tears of blood. As my vision narrows, I desperately look up at my enemy. I can't move my body. The pain prevents you from thinking calmly.

An opening. I need an opening. Find a weakness you don't even know exists. Scramble to the very end. And if you die... you will emerge.

What's with your eyes? !　How can you still look at me like that in this situation?　d*mn it!

Nevilla kicks my body. Each time, positive energy flowed into me with a jolt.

I didn't scream anymore. I could feel the positive force pushing my existence to zero.

Even in this situation, Nevira didn't kick me easily. Her movements were practiced.

They break my bones, crush my flesh, grab me by the hair as I roll on the ground like a corpse, and force me to look up. He grabs me by the hair and forces me to look up.

”...... Fine. One last mercy -- you'll have time to regret it.

”...... Nevilla!　No way.

Purification by the Knights of the End is salvation. I'll tell you that. What did you say your name was?　Whatever. Do you know how the undead die most painfully?

The body no longer had the strength to tremble. Just Nevilla's muffled voice in my head.

Suddenly, I felt a dull thump on my left shoulder. Before I knew it, Nevira had thrust the sword she was holding into the ground, stretched out her arm, and lifted up something.

It was my left arm. Nevilla grasps it and instantly purifies it. My left arm turns to dust and disappears.

....... I'll give you my left arm. I can't even move my left arm.

Sunlight. ”Sunlight.” ”Sunlight.” ”Sunlight.” ”Sunlight.” ”Sunlight.” ”Sunlight. The pain will be unbearable for a long time. Any vicious undead will soon be whimpering. We call it solar punishment. Because of its cruelty, it's only used as an example...

Sunlight. Even when I was a tolerant werewolf, I felt a twinge of pain after prolonged exposure.

I wonder how much damage I can do now.

In the midst of my interrupted consciousness, I let out a dry voice.

”Oh, ............, what a horrible thing.

”Give me time to repent. Time to repent. Think of it as punishment for seducing Senri, for trying to live after he's dead!

Anger. Nevilla is angry with me and she's trying to make it go away. She's trying to hurt me too much.

No matter what she says, the act is an emotional, personal vendetta. That's the first emotion I saw in Nevilla that I didn't expect from a Knight of the End.

But that's okay. It's okay. A gasp escapes my lips.

I love it when people take a long time to kill me.

I'll endure any amount of pain, any amount of humiliation. Pain is nothing if it means surviving one second longer, if it gives me a chance to escape.

Nevira looked down at me, irresistibly but desperately trying to maintain her sanity, and narrowed her eyes.

I feel a dull thump on my right shoulder.

Do you think you can survive this?　I can't. I'll give you the time, but not the freedom.

Nevilla lifted my detached right arm and easily turned it to dust in front of my stunned eyes.

”All we have left is your head. Isn't that enough of a penance?　Yes, it is. We'll leave your head near the tomb you built.

§.

I can't move my ...... body. Of course, now I had nothing from the neck down.

The Knights of the End, Nevilla, mercilessly dismantled my body. Without daring to use the silver sword, they cut off my arms, cut off my legs, chopped up my body, cut me down from the neck down, and purified me.

I don't know how I'm still alive. I have no strength. No regeneration.

The intense pain and the freezing chill I felt on the back of my head indicated that I was dying.

The forest is silent at night. The Knights of the End are already gone.

Perhaps this solitude is part of the punishment. All I can see from my perch on top of Lou's tomb is the site of the Lord's house.

There's nothing I can do. I can't fight, I can't run. There's only pain and despair. The same as before, before death.

Oh, what a terrible thing to think.

As I struggled to keep my mind steady, a voice came to my ears, lost in the wind.

”Woe is you, ...... End.