I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Family photos, wedding photos, photos of soldiers, and also—

"...This is!?"

Once Fujii Ren's gaze unconsciously shifted to a photograph, she couldn't look away.

In her wide-eyed astonishment, the photo clearly showed a guillotine that she knew all too well.

Although there were many strangers standing around, Fujii Ren would never forget what the guillotine used to execute her every night looked like.

Why is Mary's guillotine here? And why is this place...?

"Isn't it just killing people? It's the same no matter which side you're on."

Suddenly, just as Fujii Ren was wondering where he was and why the guillotine was here, the young man who had been angrily shouting at the elderly German man turned around, and the other man's voice unconsciously attracted Fujii Ren's attention.

"In that case, I'd rather choose a way of life that makes me feel proud."

"In this day and age, it's better to be shrewd and adaptable than to inherit a family business."

Then, when she saw the young man's face turn around, Fujii Ren's eyes widened even more.

The other person was a young man, and from the language he spoke, I knew we were in Germany.

He had blue hair and blue eyes just like her, and his face had a masculine and handsome look that Fujii Ren didn't have.

This is normal, after all, the other person is a man and she is a woman.

However, that's not the point. The point is that the other person looks almost seven or eight parts similar to me. People would be convinced without a doubt that we are siblings.

"Damn it, you might as well die a violent death on the battlefield!!"

Upon hearing his grandson's rebellious words, the old man's face contorted with rage, and he roared at the departing figure.

Who exactly is this person? And what is this memory all about?

"boom--!"

Just as Fujii Ren was about to continue observing and exploring the memory that resonated with his soul, a sound like a missile explosion or a bomber bombing the ground rang out.

In an instant, the seemingly normal perspective of memory suddenly transformed into a scene filled with flames and blood.

One moment the man was perfectly fine in Fujii Ren's eyes, the next he was being gradually engulfed by a sea of ​​fire in a place that looked like the control room inside a tank.

Everything happened too suddenly and too easily.

The explosion rang out, and fragile lives were lost.

In the final moments of his life, the man in Fujii Ren's eyes, as he lingered on the verge of death, reached out his powerless hand to another man who had died inside the tank, seemingly trying to save him.

“...M...Ki...Na..."

A hoarse and broken voice echoed in the tank's control room, which was engulfed in flames. The man weakly whispered the names of his comrades, and his arm finally fell limply to his side.

As for the other man called Makina, the blackened corpse that Fujii Ren was watching, engulfed in flames and burned beyond recognition, was still faintly pulsating with consciousness.

In a daze, I thought of the gloomy man I had met at the last moment in the Golden Demon City, a man who looked like he had just walked out of a coffin.

Who exactly is it, whether it's the other person or this man who looks like her?

If this place looks like Germany, then it must be a battlefield, judging by the photo of the guillotine hanging there.

I have a feeling that if I analyze things in the same way, Fujii Ren will get some incredible information, but I can't seem to do it.

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Meanwhile, in the Golden Demon Castle where Fujii Ren and Skadi had left.

despair--

The sound of Reinhardt's fluttering military overcoat and the heavy leather footsteps on the floor.

The surroundings were completely silent, as if welcoming the owner's return; there was no other sound.

The golden floor was polished to a mirror-like finish, looking just like marble.

Is that really the case? Although half of it is covered by the red carpet in the center, there is no gap at first glance.

Could this be a one-piece sculpture carved from a single rock? This thought arose in the minds of the audience.

Of course, this is impossible.

As is common sense in any building policy, it is impossible to move a single layer covering an area of ​​at least 500 square meters, regardless of its thickness.

Therefore, it must be something else, such as cleverly using stone patterns to deceive others, etc.

"Welcome back, Lord Heydrich."

Upon returning, Reinhardt was greeted by his knight, Elunere, a woman in military uniform whose face was half-burnt to a crisp, and she bowed respectfully to Reinhardt, saying, "All the guests have returned."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Reinhardt nodded in agreement.

This is Reinhard's residence, in the Heavenly Seats.

This is a world that is worthy of itself, an unusual alien space.

In that case, even the building materials would not be things that are familiar to the average person.

From the outside, it looks like a castle, but it can only be described as a magnificent and luxurious palace.

Why is that? This place is as calm as an underground palace.

The people here who were called 'probably alive' have been completely driven out.

All that remained was silence, stagnation, coldness, and darkness... Indeed, as the city of the Demon King, it possessed sufficient majesty, but it was simply incongruous with the beautiful grandeur adorned with gold.

Rather, this city is more suitable for his allies.

Seated on the only throne in the hall, Reinhardt looked at the three knights standing with their heads bowed below him, a graceful smile on his face, and said:

"It will soon pass the time. Although this is part of the pre-training, guests are guests. They can tighten up any loose parts. I thought you would scatter if you couldn't protect yourselves."

"You're joking."

Hearing her master's teasing words, the woman in military uniform, half her face marked with burns, knelt on the ground and replied with a bitter smile:

"Indeed, as you say, I believe the other party does pose a threat, but..."

"If it's that kind of person who talks nonsense, then we see them every day."

The one who interrupted and connected with the woman's lines was a silver-haired, big-eyed boy with a thin, slender body and an eye patch.

Although he knelt down, he showed no fear in his demeanor or expression.

That being said, it doesn't mean they disrespect their master.

Schreiber chuckled and patted the dog lightly, just like a puppy playing and frolicking with its owner on the ground.

"Who is she? Is she the deputy leader's woman? To be honest, I don't know either."

He was referring to Mary, the blonde woman who had been invited to dance by Heydrich.

The fact that one's owner treats another person in this way is noteworthy enough.

"That goddess? Schreiber."

"Yes, Lord Heydrich, I don't understand the meaning of her existence..."

In terms of military style, the presence of the enemy is superfluous.

Wolfgang Schreiber, the silver-haired boy, tilted his head as he answered.

Try to find expressions that reflect your feelings from a limited vocabulary.

"If she's your own woman, why not touch her yourself instead of handing her over to someone else? It sounds like you're just being perfunctory with a woman who doesn't care about her appearance."

Melcrius, the deputy leader of the Black Round Table, if Margaret is someone connected to the other party, why doesn't he show himself and stay by her side?

"Is it more like a man's desire to conquer? And possessiveness and such, isn't that expected? I can't understand the deputy leader."

For this boy, Schreiber, everyone except himself and his master was a target for his killing.

He has absolutely no emotional sensitivity whatsoever, such as "flirting" or "not flirting".

The preceding statements are merely objective general theories, analyzing the phenomenon from the perspective that male fish prefer female fish.

He said he couldn't understand, but there was nothing he could understand in the first place.

As a phenomenon, perhaps many people are unaware of it, or more accurately, Karl Craft's love, for Schreiber, was simply a concept whose form was not yet known.

Reinhard was also aware of this difference among his subjects.

This boy is equivalent to a worm with human intelligence.

In other words, it is an automatic machine.

If it's a machine, to understand concepts beyond mechanics, new functions need to be installed.

"It's probably similar to the feeling of loving nature, just like people yearn for the beauty they desire but cannot obtain."

Reinhard did not hide his doubts from his subjects.

Therefore, Reinhardt shared his and his friend's values ​​with another type of android subordinate.

But ultimately, these are values ​​he deduced himself.

“In this sense, it’s not a concept of male-female behavior.” Reinhardt smiled with amusement as he looked at the white-haired boy beneath the throne. “It’s interesting to see Karl as a human egg, but that’s waiting, Schreiber.”

Yes, Karl himself was too extraordinary and enormous; most people simply couldn't comprehend what was going through his turbulent mind.

Trying to understand someone is like trying to understand a human from the perspective of an ant—a futile and self-righteous endeavor.

"So, you mean you let the pets mate for fun? That sounds like a lot of fun... I see..."

Schreiber seemed to remember something, then clapped his hands. The red-haired woman frowned silently but did not interrupt him.

“Will is the creation of heaven and earth that flows out, takes shape and moves, that’s how it is, isn’t it?” Reinhardt said with a low chuckle, amusement on his face. “The snake was driven out of Paradise.”

"Let's have Qing and Iron Fist step forward next. The Black Round Table is at a disadvantage."

"Understood, Lord Heydrich."

Upon hearing this, Schreiber lowered his head and smiled.

Soon, his shoulders trembled, his arms trembled, and his whole body was driven by an uncontrollable desire.

Once you peel back a thin layer of skin, his wild and mad nature will be exposed.