Karte 12 : Battle Royale VII

Geraint had a marveled look as a ring of Fire was being placed around his neck. As speechless as he was, he stood with and muttered. "I….messed up". Ryouta hearing the strange voice saying Geraint was about to self-destruct, wore a puzzled face as he struggled to face such a reality.

Geraint had been in a broken state but took a step and put one foot before the other, running towards the ends of the hill saying. "I have to move forward, I won't take you with me, you have your whole life ahead of you ". Ryouta had seen the man's resolve and with all his might screamed "sir knight you weren't such a bad guy, ya know. You will see your daughter again". The man had heard Ryouta's encouraging cries, and he then wore a wry smile, as he approached the end of the hill. The sound of ignition, smell of smoke and smell of blood had filled the surrounding and Ryouta sobbed shortly but quickly dried his eyes and started heading back to Shiva until he saw a man coming out off the Bushes. The middle-aged man with silver hair and red eyes wore a black cloth with rugged armor stained with blood all over, it was Nacht and had emerged from the bushes with an arm detached from its owner's body. Ryouta saw that arm and recognized the cloth still attached to it was none other than shiva's. Instead of blindly falling in rage like before, "sh…iva" His throat vibrated, but he could not even call the name of the person who he cared so deeply about. Shiva certainly could not have heard him.

Faced with that fantastical scene, Ryouta's knees shook, and he collapsed on the spot.

"R…youta"

Dare called out to Ryouta, he was missing his left eyes and a leg. Even though, although stuttering due to exhaustion.

Ryouta could not respond. His line of sight remained fixed on the ground beneath him, as he refused to face reality, swallowed by an overwhelming dread.

"Run Ryouta, ______HK"

"He's Dangerous..."

Dare was cut down instantly by the man. Ryouta, still in his broken state, stood up heading towards the bush paying no heed to what had happened behind him. He knew if he saw any more people he cared about dead he'd break, but he was walking towards the bushes from where the man came from. The closer he got, the more the trail of blood grew thicker as his eyes had seen the lifeless corpse that was Shiva, he shook his head sideways as if rejecting the gruesome scene before him. He tried to bring Shiva back using time magic, even though he knew how much strain it would take, and its chance of success would be zero.

"Time magic 3-c tier, spatial reverse"

Ryouta continuously chants that spell over and over. Trying to reject the death of Shiva and the others, although his efforts were fruitless.

Ryouta cried and cried until…

???: do you want to retry our simulation?

Ryouta hears a voice. He stops crying and stands up, the voice echoed deep within him as it spoke, it was as if he weren't using his ears at all.

"Telepathy?"

"Isn't that magic One of Shiva's?"

???: yes, indeed it is a form of telepathy magic My name is symphony, I am one of the administrators of our partial simulation. I have not been given a form, so I will appear to you as this.

The person takes on the form which is the spitting image of Shiva, from the lustrous blonde hair, slender curvy and ambiguous figure, light blue eyes and the astonishing femininity.

"I believe this form would be most appropriate in speaking to you".

Once again Ryouta was simply in awe, it was impossible to believe the person who stood before him would outright copy the form of his companion and be so calm about it, even though the corpse is still present. He's worn the complex expression of annoyance and disgust. Refusing to allow the person impersonate his companion in such a disrespectful manner,

"Stop it, this isn't a joke!, my friend is dead and as if me being completely helpless wasn't enough, you chose to mock her death in such a way." Such arrogance wasn't something Ryouta was able to let slide.

"Perhaps your anger is being directed at the wrong person"

"Should it not be at the man who slaughtered your allies in cold blood?".

Ryouta was dumbfounded, he was just now realizing that for The man who killed Shiva to reach here he must have gone through the others at the base.

"My, my,my, aren't you a talkative person. I came after slaying the young boy to rip you apart and yet to find you muttering to yourself, are you not?"

Nacht had gone back to meet Ryouta, with intent to kill him. Ryouta facing Nacht, with all the hatred and rage he had set aside before now started to unfold. Nacht had smiled and went on to introduce himself once more.

"I am Nacht, just Nacht I do not possess a surname, that I don't ".