“I…… haa…… was trying…… hk, not to…… cause trouble…… haa, for everyone…….”
The flames were still burning fiercely.
Seria’s skin, flushed bright red from the heat, revealed the limit she had reached.
“B-but…… hk…… you, you…… haa, did it…… just for yourself…… haa……!”
Her voice could go no farther.
It meant there was not even enough air left to fill her lungs.
Heat. Lack of oxygen.
The only person free from all those restraints silently looked up at the sky.
Even though it was broad daylight, the sun could not be seen.
The rising smoke and flames had hidden it away.
“I see,” Celine murmured quietly.
“……Maybe so.”
The tip of her blade slowly rose toward the sky.
As though the execution were imminent.
“Maybe I really was just selfish.”
By now, even maintaining consciousness was difficult for Seria.
Nod.
Nod.
Even the effort required simply to force open her unbearably heavy eyelids had become overwhelming.
That was when it happened.
“But what about you?”
Those words…