I'll kill you after I finish this game!

That was an abstract expression, a madness, arrogance, malice, and murderous intent devoid of any ulterior motives.

That alone is enough to create a storm-like soul.

"Could it be—"

Rusalka, lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, narrowed his eyes, recalling something from this familiar feeling.

In the murky vision of death, Rusalka witnessed a tornado, almost turning into mist, swirling eastward.

Buzz————!

Within the pale white spiritual mist, a human figure materialized.

A pure white figure drifted down to this place.

The other person's appearance was like that of an angel, but the spirit in their ferocious eyes was like that of a wild beast.

Among the black round table where demons gather, the most direct cannibalistic glutton is the one who eats people.

"Ah, Anna, it's been sixty years. I miss you so much."

Schreiber, who landed in front of the disheveled Rusalka, greeted him with a smile from his superior position.

Wolfgang Schreiber, the twelfth of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, the mad White Knight, the infamous wolf, descends before the witch and the saint.

Himuro Reia was unaware that one of Reinhard's three trusted knights was always by his side.

That life-threatening crisis became the catalyst that summoned them.

So there's only one thing.

Now, this boy... is allowed to do anything that hurts Himuro Rei.

"Ouch, that hurts! Schreiber...stop..."

As he appeared before the witch, Schreiber curiously reached out and touched Rusaka's mangled body.

However, the opponent's power would cause extraordinary pain to the witch in her current state.

He watched the witch cry in pain with the innocent naivety of a child playing with a small animal.

"Anna, what are you doing? Bullying that child is not allowed!"

Schreiber chuckled as he toyed with the witch's exposed intestines, speaking softly amidst her agonizing wails.

He was referring to Himuro Reia. Seeing her injured and disheveled state, he concluded that the witch had damaged the Sun Prince.

Heydrich's orders to him were to protect Rei, and any act of harming her was absolutely forbidden, especially during the current war. He was authorized to execute anyone who harmed the Prince of the Sun.

"Ah, no, it wasn't me!"

Rusalka naturally understood Schreiber's meaning and immediately forced back his pain to explain, "I did nothing, nor did I disobey His Highness Heydrich's orders!"

The sad story is undeniably real, and everyone wants to sympathize with that kind of sorrow. Rusalka sobbed and cried desperately.

The harsh reality is that if he couldn't win over Schreiber here, he would surely die soon.

"So, please, please give me His Highness Heydrich..."

The witch wanted a favor of her own, or perhaps she hoped Schreiber could help her.

Schreiber shrugged at Rusalka's request and said, "Well, that person isn't here right now."

"well!?"

What happened? Rusalka was covered in blood and didn't know what to say, but his eyes were full of questions.

Schreiber tilted his head, seemingly searching for the right words, then smiled and said:

"When the three of us came out together, His Highness was still in the city, so we still needed to open one or two transmutation altars. You know, we are part of Lord Heydrich, or rather, we are divided into three types: the red people, the black people, and me? Hmm, that means—"

The soul that had formed the hierarchy materialized, and Rusalka forgot the pain and was speechless.

She would never forget that just now, Yuza Shirou had gone against the grain and managed to be reborn.

"So, you could say that we are now three Heydrichs, and each of us can act according to our own free will. As long as we don't fight among ourselves, we won't get scolded."

Schreiber smiled, pointed to himself, and said:

"Yes, that's how it is. Just say what you want to say to that person here, the result will be the same anyway."

"...Wait, wait a minute..."

Rusalka still couldn't understand.

What happened? So, Schreiber, Magina, and Eluneore were all eaten by Lord Heydrich? What a stupid thing to do.

In an instant, a detestable line suddenly popped into the witch's mind.

No one can save them; after Heydrich is resurrected, everyone will be devoured by that person.

These are the words that Himuro Rei had said to her before, and now they seem to have come true.

This is the blessing of gold, the truth of what you crave.

"Do not......"

The witch doesn't like it, doesn't want it to be like this, and can't have it this way.

Becoming a part of someone else is not what she pursues; she only wants to live as herself.

Rely on your own wisdom and strength.

But that monster.

She would drift into that chaos, a maze of millions of vortexes into which countless souls had fallen, and become a part of it forever!

This kind of thing...

"Why......"

He tilted his head back, looking at Schreiber with a puzzled expression. Why did this boy seem so nonchalant?

Don't you know you've fallen inside the body of some terrifying monster?

"That's strange, Anna. You don't want to die, do you?"

Schreiber tilted his head, looking at Rusalka with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, and said, "If I become part of Lord Heydrich, then I won't die, right? It's a very simple wish."

“That person will not lie to anyone. Once the Golden Alchemy Circle is completed, you will receive immortality commensurate with the souls collected. Whether they are dead or not, as long as they are offered up, they can be resurrected as beasts.”

Who exactly is at fault, or where exactly is the problem? The raging beast has spoken.

To him, what he belongs to is a trivial matter.

All he needs to do is kill them. Whether it's one more day or one more person, one day... there won't be a single one left.

Schreiber thought he wouldn't be so happy if it could be achieved.

“Schreber, you…”

Rusalka was too sensitive to her lip color to utter a second sentence.

They're insane! Insane! Insane! Insane! Insane! The other party is absolutely insane!

What an unbearable villain! Even though I know it, it doesn't feel like I'm talking to a human being anymore.

Needless to say, the other two are just different vectors; their essence is the same as Schreiber's.

Magic Cannon Manipulator is fanatical, Iron Fist is persistent, and Schreiber is insane.

They do not depend on themselves, nor on themselves as individuals; as monsters, they immerse themselves in the bath they crave.

P.S.: Sigh, I'm really not feeling well. I only managed 4,000 words out of a total of less than 5,000...

Chapter 77 hints at Schreiber's impending deployment to the battlefield; the Mechs are about to be deployed.

They were too naive. They knew perfectly well that the Black Round Table was a group of monsters whose thoughts were inhuman, so why didn't they discover it sooner?

They were too obsessed with the power of the Black Round Table, forgetting its most fundamental nature.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Rusalka survives, that's all that matters now.

Even if I don't receive any favors, just surviving is enough, so...

"...Hey, Schreiber, listen to me..."

Rusalka weakly shook his head and looked at Schreiber before speaking.

She hadn't completely given up hope; to do what the other person did would have been the act of a fool.

Even though the whole body is disobedient due to injury.

Even if the whole body loses consciousness due to blood loss.

The witch still possesses wisdom and experience.

Aside from the Black Round Table's vice-leader, she was the only one who had already embarked on the demonic path before belonging to the Black Round Table.

Before encountering "Eternal Destruction," the arrogant witch had been researching how to avoid death.

Based on this fact, the current situation is by no means bad.

The fact that it was Schreiber, not Magina or Eluneore, who came here is proof of this.

True genius is neither based on ability nor on accumulated effort.

Luck... fleeting luck! When you feel you haven't reached your goal, do you reach out for the luck that only comes for a moment?

Therefore, one must have the mental strength to never despair, to never give up even after being disemboweled, and now to seize the opportunity...!

"I...I'm so heartbroken. I finally got to see you, but I can't even see your face clearly..."

As Rusalka spoke weakly, he gave himself a powerful suggestion.

The command is very simple—fall in love with the man in front of you.

Deceiving yourself, deceiving the other person, using false true love to get through this suffering.

While it cannot be denied that this was a clumsy tactic, Rusalka still had a chance of winning.

Because of one thing—

Schreiber may like himself.

The witch didn't want to say anything; it was a woman's intuition, and of course, there was some basis for it.