Please keep on living.

Gwen Pendragon yanks Hareve's neck hard against the wall.

Hareve takes a look around. It is a good thing he can read the atmosphere because, after Salzaal was executed, he pulled the person who appears to be losing his mind from the execution ground to another location; otherwise, everything planned would be for naught.

“What is this…all about?”

A heartbreaking sound rings out from the person in front of him. Hareve is unfamiliar with this sight, so he shifts his gaze away from it.

“These arms and legs…” Gwen smiles, squeezing the arms and legs attached to him by the holy sword. “Do these belong to Salzaal?”

Hareve...nods.

It further shatters the heart of the person in front of him.

When he was teased about his skin color, Salzaal would always tell Gilbert that his skin used to be white and had darkened due to his dark power...

However, when the darkness was removed and purified...

Hareve closes his eyes.