Capítulo 32: Chapter 3: The Master Has Shut Off the World Like a God. Part 2
Aureolus Izzard stood on the highest floor of the Northern-most block. It was a floor called Principal's office, a large space that encompassed the entire level. As a cram school, it was more like a director's room than a principal's office.
Aureolus was looking out the window, ignoring the glamorous room and luxurious decorations inside. Though, the night scenery below was not his interest. Instead, he was looking at the face reflected on the window.
...The road taken was quite long.
With one sentence—just a single sentence—like "Revert back to normal" the entire building stood back up like a living creature. He had witnessed the event without even batting an eyebrow. He looked at the mirrored face and sunk into deep thought.
In the past, he was not like that. Though he was more of the stoic type, he was still a human that expressed his emotions. In the current time, he had an emotionless calm that he ignored since he had no time to be bothered with it.
It's acceptable even if I've become like this. Even if he were aware of the change since the very beginning, he had no time to relax. He had an entire world to fight for the sake of achieving his goals.
Aureolus Izzard had done everything to save the single girl on the black ebony table behind him. Index Librorum Prohibitorum. Index. Three years had passed since he had met the girl who did not know her own given name. While involved with the Roman Catholics, he was a secret secretary. Though a member of the Church, he was tasked with writing grimoires, making his situation a unique one amongst unique. He was to decode modern witchcraft, discover ways to counter them, and record the results. He had believed, through his actions, he could protect innocents hurt by witches.
In fact, the grimoires that Aureolus had written had helped many people. However, the Roman Catholic Church had used those grimoires as trump cards. Pagan cults and even other Christian sects like the Anglicans and Orthodoxies had no knowledge of the existence of these trump cards. Such individuals were even warned that they should convert to Catholicism if they wished to be protected from witches. Though the alchemist had devised ways to defend against the witches, many were not benefited, some even harmed. It was much too unreasonable, as if they were patients who could have been operated upon but were abandoned.
Aureolus could not endure. He had originally believed that his trump card was created to save others. Eventually, he had decided to smuggle the "books" he had written. He escaped to England, a country of magic seriously rampant with witches. Aureolus carefully disguised himself and successfully made contact with the Anglicans using underground methods.
It was there that he met the girl that could not be saved. At first glance, he knew. He whom he had given the task of saving the entire world knew that he could save the girl before him. The girl possessed 103,000 grimoires from across the globe, each capable of driving an ordinary person insane. However, the keeper herself smiled on, despite knowing being saved was impossible.
Saving her was impossible. A human being memorizing 103,000 grimoires would result in her physical intoxication because of the grimoires' logics and the mind being corroded by the actual knowledge. It was the realization that caused the alchemist to see the limits of his knowledge. The girl perpetually facing misfortune always smiled for others. If he could not accomplish saving even her, how could even discuss saving the entire world?
At some point when he had lost count of how many grimoires he had written, he began to wonder why he had not given up and continued to write. It was then he had realized. Even if saving her were impossible, he struggled, using the excuse of providing her with grimoires to visit her.
It was an ordinary story. An alchemist desired to save a girl but in the end was saved by the girl. His realization that he could not save her brought about the end: he could no longer hold a pen, his faith and confidence in his writing ability gone.
Unable to save... unable to save... The alchemist at that time could save no one. However, to save her at no matter the cost, he chose to walk, even fall down, a path of darkness for that one reason.
If Aureolus could obtain the power to save everything, he decided he would utilize it for the girl before him. Thus, Aureolus rebelled against the Roman Catholic Church, Christianity and even the entire world. Despite those actions he had failed. Depleting the knowledge taken from the Hermes and Zurich schools he still failed. He had believed he could simply understand the human anatomy and cure any disease. He had believed that understanding the brain could cure any emotional scar. But of course, he was wrong.
If it were impossible through faith or technology, what was wrong with relying on Cain's descendants, whose powers surpassed human understanding? For achieving his goal, he was willing to betray and manipulate anyone and anything. This included Deep Blood. And, like that, the alchemist strayed from righteousness. His initial desire to save others had become a pitiful shadow.
"..."
Aureolus Izzard had not realized. The girl titled Deep Blood watched him silently from behind with the desire to save others.
Aureolus had not realized. The savior had not arrived.
"Aureolus Izzard reflected the Gregorian Chant? How is that possible?" said the shocked Stiyl as Kamijou told them during their game of tag. Incidentally, Stiyl was playing with a flaming sword.
"It's true! It was like I was watching the rewind of a video! The damaged towers reverted back to how they were!" said Kamijou, running down the corridor. Stiyl had apparently explored further into the building than Kamijou had but, before he could discover the alchemist's hiding place, he had wavered.
"If that's the case... don't tell me... but modern alchemy can't possibly do that much..." muttered Stiyl as he exhaled smoke.
"He even used chants like 'you shall not touch me' and 'forget everything.' Is magic really so omnipotent that anything you want appears!?"
"...How is this possible? Magic's a form of knowledge with strict rules and logic. If there were such a ridiculous spell, who would want to honestly research magic?"
"Then what did I see? Everything he said somehow happened."
"'Everything he said...' is such an irritating term. Reminds me of Ars Magna."
Focused on the noted term, Kamijou remembered the discussion where Stiyl mentioned the final, unachieved aim of alchemy, where one could project one's thoughts onto the world. "Then, wait. Has that guy already mastered the most powerful spell in alchemy?"
"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" yelled Stiyl with a rare, violent tone. "I said it before. Ars Magna isn't something achievable by humans. The incantation exists, sure, but it can't be completed with one, no, two hundred years of continuous incantation. You can't shorten the incantation and the later generations can't pick it up. Like a game of telephone it gets more and more twisted. Humans with limited lifespan just can't possibly have that kind of magic!" Stiyl's refutation was logical for those who understood magic, but, Stiyl himself trembled as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"You're right." Kamijou pondered from a different point of view. "If could really do anything he wanted, we wouldn't be alive. He wouldn't've used the False Sacred Song Corps to use the Gregorian Chant or that fake Aureolus. Wouldn't he have just said 'die?''
In fact, vampires and Deep Blood would have been unnecessary. If it were necessary, he could have just created a vampire. If the alchemist's desires were projectable onto reality, why was there a need for vampires?
"Speaking of which, what's his aim? I'd heard he wanted to save someone but he ended up mercilessly killing a lot of people. Right now, even Index is involved... Did the stress of blowing this out of proportion get to him?"
"What? That child too?"
"I heard him talk about her but I never actually saw her. Maybe he was delusional or something." Kamijou said with an easygoing demeanor, "Maybe consolation for himself?"
Stiyl's expression had become more serious. Apparently bitter, he spat his cigarette away. "Tch! I see what's going on. He isolated himself for three years to study alchemy and hasn't kept track of current events." Said Stiyl has he stuffed a new cigarette. "I know what he wants. It's Index."
"What?" Confused, to his understanding, the situation had no relevance to Index.
"Listen, Kamijou Touma. Index has had her memories erased every year. Every year, her relationship changed and found a new partner each time."
"So... What about it?"
"This year, it's you. Two years ago it was me and," Stiyl continued vengefully. "three years ago it was Aureolus Izzard. They were teacher and student."
Shock.
"The fate for every companion was the same. They tried to save her from having her memory wiped but absolutely failed." He said with disdain. "It was of course the same for him. And, it would seem he didn't accept it."
"What do you mean?"
"Simple. We companions weren't abandoned by her, she simply forgot us. If that so, then all they needed to do was cure Index and salvage her memory. Wouldn't she go back to them?"
Kamijou's heart felt a pain like a hammering stake. He did not know what affected him so much. It was a good thing that Index was healed but still there was an inexplicable and invisible impact. He remembered the smile. That smile that she showed to others carried a heavy burden for Kamijou.
"But it won't happen." Stiyl smiled. "Just like how erasing someone's memories is already a huge sin, changing memories is as well. He must know this or he's completely lost his senses." Stiyl voice was much too soft. As Kamijou turned around to face Stiyl and hear more clearly, Stiyl simply exhaled smoke and calmly shook his head.
"It's nothing. I'm saying that guy can't save that child. It's that simple."
"Why?" Kamijou failed to make the connection, his mind focused on the idea of his omnipotence. If he could take away people's memories or revive the dead, what could he possibly not do?
"The reason's simple. It's you."
?
"Haven't you saved her already? How could someone be saved twice? It's that simple, nothing more to it."
The boy drew the connections. Aureolus Izzard was Index's former partner three years prior. Since he had lost Index, he had lost contact and did not know the current situation.
Which meant that Aureolus...
"We're here. Look, he even deliberately left the door open for us. How nice." Stiyl looked forward. In the highest floor of Misawa Cram School's North tower, the enormous doors leading into the principal's office were open. They were inviting Kamijou and Stiyl.
The space was quite wide.
The room was once owned by the former-principal, incidentally also the founder of the cult, of Misawa Cram School. Though the room was luxurious, it lacked class and represented the cult's twisted desires. It was like the annoying experience of entering a restaurant adorned properly but showed no care for the clients.
Himegami was shocked to see Kamijou enter the room but Aureolus, by contrast, had no reaction as if expecting his entrance. The emptiness a severe one that was reminiscent of old, faded, yellowish photographs.
This was not planned by the alchemist. Perhaps to him, there was nothing in the world he could not do, and, because of it, little seemed real. Like an esper capable of altering the minds of others, when he saw others smile, he felt no happiness. When he saw the perfect smile, it was as significant to him as the flick of a finger.
The logic was similar. For someone capable of creating anything, his actual creations held little value. Even the environment lacked the atmosphere of a battlefield. Anywhere Aureolus Izzard appeared became a futile battlefield.
"Obviously, I can see that you've deduced my goal." He began calmly. "If that's the case, why do you intend to stop me? Wasn't your rune magic meant to save Index?" The alchemist glanced before him. On the luxurious table lied the sleeping silver-haired girl.
Kamijou tried to dash forward but was stopped by Stiyl's long arm.
"Simply put, this method can't save that child. I don't want to watch an operation doomed to fail. This child isn't that worthless."
"This isn't true. It's just your envy, but I understand. Because we were comrades who had the same dream be crushed, you are unhappy that I've surpassed you. However, I don't consider it enjoyable and I never will." Stiyl frowned at the way Aureolus said it so naturally without even a hint of sarcasm.
"In the past, Index's brain was overloaded with so much information that her memories were erased each and every year. It was a fate the human body could not defy." He said sternly. "However, by using a power above humanity, I can solve the problem. When I had reached this conclusion, I found it unbelievable that no one had suggested we borrow the power of vampires."
"..."
"Vampires are immortal and store infinite amounts of memories in their brains that are similar to humans'. I'd never heard of a vampire's brain being overloaded by information." said the alchemist. "Essentially, vampires possess this attribute: no matter how long they live their existences are maintained."
"Hmph. I see. So you intend to interact with vampires and ask them to teach their method?" Stiyl shook his cigarette with his mouth. "For the sake of safety, let me ask. If this method can't be used on people, what do you intend to do?"
"Basically, if a human's body cannot do it, I'll place the Forbidden Library in something not human." Aureolus said without hesitation.
The alchemist's plan meant that he would...
"Turn her into a vampire? Tch! What Christian in this world would be happy to become a descendant of Cain? This's a common mistake people have. When you want to save someone, the most important thing is to consider their thoughts and perspective, right? It's something I only learned recently."
"...Absolutely ridiculous. That kind of mindset is just feigned kindness. This child once told me at that final moment that she did not want to forget me. Even if she defied the teachings, even if she willingly sacrificed her life, she wanted to keep her memories. She told me these things while she couldn't even move. She didn't even realize she was crying—while smiling!" Aureolus grit his teeth. Kamijou did not know what he was thinking or remembering.
"It would seem you don't intend to change your mind no matter what. If that's the case, though a bit cruel, I'll have to use my trump card." Stiyl suddenly turned to Kamijou. "Oi! Current partner! Tell him! Tell this train wreck what fatal flaw his plan has."
"...What?" Aureolus finally turned to look at Kamijou. Kamijou had a difficulty figuring out which part of Stiyl's comments angered the alchemist.
"Just what time period are you from?"
With a perplexed expression, the alchemist stared at Kamijou.
"And that's what is. Index has already been saved. Not by you, not by but by the current partner. This guy did what you couldn't achieve." Stiyl smirked with cruelty. "This happened only a week ago. Ah it's predictable that you wouldn't know. You were away from that child for three years so of course you wouldn't know she'd been saved.
"That's impossible..."
"Yeah. I can understand you don't believe it. I even witnessed it myself but couldn't believe it. No, I didn't want to believe it myself. This is a declaration for me: that child will never come back to me again."
"PREPOSTEROUS! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! HOW COULD THERE BE ANY OTHER WAY TO SAVE INDEX?! A PERSON THAT POSSESSES A HUMAN BODY! THIS GUY ISN'T EVEN A MAGICIAN OR ALCHEMIST. JUST WHAT COULD HE POSSIBLY DO?"
"About that, since it involves Necessarius... no, since it concerns the pride of the Anglican Church, I'd rather not tell the story. I can only tell you this," Stiyl exhaled the smoke with cruelty. "That guy's right hand has an ability called Imagine Breaker. Basically, it's a terrifying ability that shouldn't belong to an ordinary person."
Shocked and unable to calm down, the alchemist stared at Kamijou. "...Hold on a minute. This means..."
"That's right. It's been tough for you. I'd heard you'd betrayed the Catholic Church and hid underground for three years? It looks like it was a waste of time. Hm. I can understand the pain of getting nothing back in return. However, this child is currently living a happy life with her partner as you'd wished."
"Ha..."
It was the decisive sentence. The foundations supporting Aureolus Izzard crumbled.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
He began his maniacal laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
...This guy's insane. Kamijou thought numbly but surely. Unexpectedly, the eyes began to follow something. In front of them all, on the large table, the girl moved. The sleep Index began to regain some consciousness after Aureolus' mad laughter. She was perhaps the last barrier for Aureolus' mental sanity.
She widened her eyes slightly and softly spoke like a person holding thread in their hand. "...Touma?"
The person she saw was not the Aureolus Izzard before her. She cared not who, when, where or how she was brought there. She cared not for her current state or what happened during her unconsciousness.
She smiled. She smiled happily. In her line of sight was Kamijou Touma.
"Ah." Kamijou automatically backed off. He was glad to see her with such an attitude. Kamijou felt it irreplaceable as she acted like a kitten opening its eyes, only caring about Kamijou's expression.
This scene brought about a sharp coldness. Behind Index, the alchemist who was supposed to be the main character was forgotten by the girl he had sought to protect. His face stiffened as if he had witnessed the end of the world.
Kamijou could not face the reality. Aureolus Izzard was once the male protagonist. He had betrayed the Catholic Church, renounced his beliefs and became an alchemist, all to save the girl in front of him. He faced the worst outcome. Even Kamijou Touma, if he had taken one wrong step, would have faced a similar fate.
The pure, holy girl before them was beloved by people all over the world. Because she was a holy girl, she could only love a male protagonist. That simple purity, bordering on cruelty, caused the most pain.
I should be perfect!! Why are you unmoved!?! What do I lack!?
Kamijou remember the defeated clone. It was not a shallowly crafted replica. The dummy itself truly portrayed the character Aureolus Izzard.
"Ugh!" Aureolus Izzard was speechless. He smiled a frozen, twisted smile as if he'd barfed air. Right above Index, Aureolus raised his hand. It seemed like the blade of a guillotine but Index's gaze had not left Kamijou, causing the alchemist even more rage as he placed more force in his arm.
"Index!"
Kamijou considered running to her but because of his anxiousness could not decide with which foot to step first. The alchemist laughed maniacally and Kamijou, the current protagonist, raised his right hand.
It was too late. He had not made it in time.
The alchemist's arm was... never swung down.
Kamijou stopped.
"Ugh..." Above Index's head, the arm, which was raising what seemed to be a guillotine, trembled. "Ugh... UGGHHH!" He was immobile. He had lost everything. He had become an alchemist and even betrayed his old allies to save a single girl. But, the girl was already saved by a stranger whom he did not know and Index ignored the man who had sacrificed everything for her.
If Kamijou were in that position, could he have still relied on Index? Could he convince himself that it was not betrayal? Aureolus Izzard could not bring himself to hurt her. For the alchemist, she was that important.
...
Kamijou did not move. He had no memories and, despite the fact that others told him that he had saved her, did not remember how he did or what he was thinking when he had. Like that, Kamijou Touma gained the trust of others by saving someone from whence he had no memories. In face of the alchemist, Kamijou wondered whether he had a right to keep her with him.
Aureolus turned and glared sharply at Kamijou. The alchemist had the power to sentence anyone to death with a single sentence. Kamijou knew it was a glare of death but, deep deep inside, understood his feelings. It was impossible for Aureolus to calm down. He could not bring himself to kill Index and, having lost all direct, went on a rampage.
Who would become the scapegoat?
Logically, the outcome was predictable.
"SLAM TO THE GROUND, INTRUDERS!!"
Like an explosion, an angry roar was heard.
Immediately, Kamijou felt the weight of uncountable hands push him to the ground as if he were a bank robber being crushed to the floor after having his gun taken away. As the term "intruder" included Stiyl, Kamijou saw the red-haired magician be flattened to the floor from the corner of his eye.
"Uuh... Ugh..."
The sensation of having his intestines flipped around almost caused Kamijou to puke. He began to move his right hand, which felt like it was being attracted by a strong magnetic field, forcefully to his chest, inch by inch. If he could contact his body perhaps it would have released him like when he recovered his memories.
"HA! HAHA! HAHAHAHA! I WON'T KILL YOU SO EASILY! LET ME ENJOY THIS A LITTLE LONGER! I WON'T DO ANYTHING TO INDEX, BUT I WON'T BE ABLE TO MAINTAIN MY SANITY IF I DON'T TAKE IT OUT YOU TWO!"
He pulled out a needle as thin as hair and aimed with trembling at his body. Then, he stabbed it like pressing button in his body. He then tossed aside the needle like a poisonous bug nibbling at his flesh. The actions were signals and declarations of the commencing attack.
Aureolus again glared at Kamijou.
"Stop it!"
Himegami Aisa moved between them with the same posture she had when she shielded Kamijou prior. However, this time there was a decisive difference: Aureolus valued not Himegami Aisa but Deep Blood. Since his aim was to save Index, if it were impossible, there would have been no reason to keep a useless method!
"Hime--" Kamijou began but could say nothing to save her.
The image of her back radiated her worry and, not just for Kamijou, but Aureolus and his crumbling sanity. Not explicitly said, but Kamijou could tell that she wanted to calm Aureolus down before he went down the road of destruction.
Who could have simply said the cruel reality?
"Out of the way, woman!"
It was the greatest failure. Kamijou saw the serious eyes that raged like gun barrels. Kamijou moved, or rather tried to move, his hand. If he did not move in, Himegami would surely die. Slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch, he dragged the right hand bound to the floor. He used his very teeth to touch his ace, his right hand, like he was going to eat his index finger.
BANG! With the sound of bones breaking, his body regained freedom. This is my chance! Kamijou frantically stood up to move Himegami aside and silence Aureolus.
"Die." As Aureolus Izzard speak, time seemed to stop.
Assassinated, strangled, poisoned, shot, beheaded, slaughtered, hacked, beaten up, burned, nipped, crushed, ganged up, frozen, drowned. No one knew with what method Himegami was to die.
With no wounds, no bleeding and no illness, she simply died.
Like a consumed battery, she was expended. If souls existed, hers was extracted from her flesh, leaving behind an empty shell.
Himegami did not even cry out. Looking like she would cry, she held back her tears. Her preparation had prevented any surprise or shock. She wore an expression of regret from her inability to prevent the predetermined. Himegami Aisa knew the result of blocking Aureolus. Even so, with a speck of hope, she still attempted it.
The girl no one needed was viewed as a simple object until the very end. Like how the alchemist had never understood how to be a protagonist, Himegami Aisa had failed to become a heroine till the bitter end. Like an unappreciated background, she was dead and worthless. Such was the fate of Deep Blood Himegami Aisa.
In face of such a scene, who could have remained silent?
"Whose life..." Kamijou's eyes ignored the alchemist's existence and ran toward Himegami Aisa who was falling onto the floor. There was no reason. He simply felt that if he allowed her to reach the ground, her death would have become permanent. "ARE YOU MESSING WITH, YOU BASTARD!
The instant before she reached the ground, Kamijou managed to catch her with both arms. She was quite light, so light it seemed like something important was stolen from her. She felt unbelievably soft in his arms. But, with his right carrying her, he felt a weak but definite heart beat.
"What? My Ars Magna imbued with Gold has been dispelled by your right hand?" The alchemist's expression froze.
"IMPOSSIBLE! HIMEGAMI AISA'S DEATH WAS ALREADY DECIDED! DOES YOUR RIGHT HAND POSSESS SOME SORT OF HOLY VATICAN SECRET ART!?"
"..." Kamijou did not reply. It was enough and his questions were unimportant. Like when he touched his head and regained his day's memories, why he could negate the order to die was unimportant.
It was important that Kamijou would definitely not forgive the alchemist. He would pity him and understand him. Even if Aureolus could not bring himself to kill her after she hurt him, the man's actions were absolutely unforgivable.
The situation had changed. Sure, Kamijou had witnessed as the alchemist's most important person betrayed him, as his most important person was taken away and as his anger exploded and had refused to scold himself. Before someone that he truly cared for, how could he simply vent his anger for self-satisfaction? Kamijou wholeheartedly disagreed.
The current him did not understand the old Kamijou Touma: what memories he had, the past he lived, his plans for the future, what he liked, what he hated, what he protected in the past and what he wanted to protect in future were all lost. But, surely, there one thing he knew. Kamijou Touma would never have approved of the alchemist's, no man's, actions.
The two Kamijou Toumas who were walking their own paths had finally reached a common understanding, an intersection.
"Alright, Aureolus Izzard. If you think you can do anything you want..." Kamijou Touma gently placed Himegami Aisa onto the floor and stood up. He made no sound but anger seethed around him like static electricity. Without any restraint, he declared. "THEN I'LL DESTROY THAT FUCKED UP ILLUSION OF YOURS!!"
The words belonged to no one else. It was the voice of the Imagine Breaker, Kamijou Touma.
Between the Lines 2
That's why I wanted to be a spellcaster.
It was a story of ten years past. On a certain night, a mountain village in Kyoto was attacked by a vampire. It had happened so suddenly, without warning, without a trace.
A once ordinary village that had no need for a police station had become living hell overnight. The defending young people were killed one by one until it was difficult to tell who was or was not a vampire. The former companions eventually were consumed in the chaos of murdering each other. Before the sun rose, there were two types of life: the dead and the vampires.
How? Why did I survive for so long? The girl thought in her young heart. Vampires were everywhere, the familiar aunts and uncles who had once said goodbye to her at night. The farmer uncle who had once told her that "it's late, hurry up and go home," bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, he turned to dust.
Yuzu, who had once told her "we'll play together tomorrow," bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, she turned to dust.
Her mother, who had once told her to "run away", bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, she turned to dust.
Thus, the vampires realized. Like vampires' bane, if they bit her neck, they died. Irrelevant of her desires, the girl's blood was acid. If their mouths made contact with her blood, they melted and perished. Even so, they continued to do it while the girl gently stared as the once familiar vampires became dust scattering in the wind.
What could she have said?
"I'm sorry." said every vampire.
Some had said they had not wanted to become vampires while others said they had not wanted others to become like them. They believed that by reducing to ashes, they could have been redeemed.
Eventually, the village was caked by ash. It was peaceful. With a lack of people, it was peaceful. Even the first vampire, the instigator of the tragedy, was unaccounted for. It was unknown whether the vampire had bitten her and joined the ashes.
She realized.
The instigator was a victim as well. The girl, whose ability killed them in one stroke, likely instilled fear in that vampire. Trembling each and every day with nowhere to go, he had chosen to kill a girl without the necessary power. Having exhausted all options, the vampire had considered converting the entire village to bolster the strike.
However, an entire village of vampires was decimated by that one girl.
So, I wanted to be a spellcaster.
I want to save those that can't be saved. I want to save the abandoned. Whether victims or sinners, dead or not, I want to pull them out of Hell. The only magicians who can defy logic exist in picture books.
No matter what, she had to become a spellcaster. She dreamed of the day she became one. Her mind was set on becoming one. Therefore, the day that she met the alchemist, was the day that the impossible dream found a possibility. That night, with comfortable excitement, she could not sleep.
However, in present time, the alchemist stood before her.
"Out of the way, woman!"
Her sought after dream was horribly shattered by the twisted mouth.
"Die."
At the moment of death, she knew not what she was even thinking, unable to maintain her own consciousness. Under that hazy circumstance of disorientation, her mind was dragged into a dark abyss.
But it was then that she heard a boy's roar that came from neither the magician nor alchemist. It was the voice of that ordinary boy. "ARE YOU MESSING WITH, YOU BASTARD!!"
The boy was angered. Angered not because of what the alchemist did but because of the girl's death.
To the girl, he looked stunning. And, for some reason, she thought that the unattainable dream was standing right there.
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