I'll kill you after I finish this game!

At the black round table, only one person called her Anna, and that person was Schreiber.

It's neither a member's title nor a magic name; it's a person's real name, left over from a long time ago.

Rusalka had no idea what the man who called her by that name was thinking, nor did she want to know.

But she knew that, at least to him, she was special.

So, find hope there, and seize it with all your might.

"I...love you, I...you.."

As Rusalka gazed at Schreiber, his eyes gleaming faintly, he believed his own words.

Tears streamed down her face, whether from pain or a hint, both feigned and unparalleled in their authenticity.

"you love me......?"

Schreiber froze, somewhat strangely. The word "love" seemed to have triggered something ominous in his heart. He tilted his head and looked at Rusalka with a deathly expression.

Unaware of the change in Schreiber, Rusalka, believing his hint had succeeded, weakly smiled and pleaded for help:

"Yes, so please, save me..."

The witch's seductive expression only further bewildered Schreiber.

At the same time, his injuries began to heal.

Even if the sacred relic within him is taken away, Rusalka Shuviglin's power will not end.

The regenerative magic that promotes cell activation is performed automatically, and pain that hinders concentration can also be reduced to some extent.

This is a skill that other members cannot achieve without being exposed to eternal destruction. More than sixty years ago, he was a person without makeup, but he was one step ahead of them.

“I’m so weak… If I were to die here, I certainly wouldn’t be like you.” Rusalka looked at Schreiber, smiling weakly. “I don’t like that. I want to touch you, feel you. I want to live like this. Ah, I love you… Schreiber…”

The witch stretched out her trembling arms and hugged Schreiber's neck tightly.

Then, their lips touched.

“Anna…”

Suddenly, Schreiber spoke up, staring at Rusalka like a child, and said:

Will you love me? Will we become lovers?

"Um... if you could save me..."

"Really... I see. You and I are lovers."

Schreiber nodded thoughtfully, as if he had discovered something interesting.

You should treat this sentence as if it were engraved in your soul.

Then, Schreiber's body initially swayed, and then slowly, his slender shoulders began to tremble, and he muttered excitedly, almost incoherently:

"Love, love... Hmm, that's a good phrase. I'm loved by many people too... Anna, I know, that kind of love... Me too, me too..."

The boy's voice and expression were changing and altering, which seemed rather abrupt to onlookers.

However, no one could understand his spirit.

Schreiber's pupils turned like those of a wild beast, and his once angelic, handsome appearance began to twist and become ferocious, emitting strange sounds from his mouth:

"Ugh, sob... sob... sob... sob."

So now, although Rusalka can't understand this unusual expression of depression, her cunning is commendable, or even a merit.

"Oh...uh...ahh!"

In fact, Schreiber slowly emitted intermittent chirping sounds, and then a few seconds later, a heart-wrenching scream rang out:

"Wa ...

This was the boy's twisted, sharp roar, but the next sound mixed in was the girl's scream.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, ahh ...

Madness, madness, distortion, insanity.

Before Rusalka's bewildered and incredulous gaze, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly resounded in front of him.

The sound of crying, a mixture of male and female voices, was so chilling that even the viewers felt a sense of unease creeping over them.

Schreiber shed tears without reservation, but he didn't cry too hard.

Is losing a lover really that painful? She held Rusalka's bloodied body tightly.

"Oh! Anna! Anna! Anna! My Anna! Cheer up! It's alright! Please, open your eyes!"

"Ee... Ah."

The tight embrace was somewhat painful, but the witch endured it, witnessing Schreiber's frenzied state while, behind the surface of her self-suggested consciousness, Rusalka continued her dazzling calculations.

Don't rush things. If you upset Schreiber here, you're doomed. You've finally gotten him hooked on the hints; if you're not more careful...

"Ah, Schreiber..."

Although I was an immature child, my very frank Schreiber... right now, in this world, I am the most important person to you.

The suggestion was still being made to implant the virus into Schreiber's brain, and Rusalka, seeing that the time was right, made a request:

"Hey, take...me...away from here...okay?"

"No, no, no, don't say that, don't say such things! Your fingers are so cold, so cold! My, my Anna is going to die!!"

He appeared like a panicked child, but Schreiber's sobbing and anxious voice, a mixture of male and female, twisted his words of concern and comfort for his lover into an ominous distortion.

But Rusalka was indifferent to all of this, and Schreiber did not obey her instructions to take her away. Her life could no longer endure this, and she weakly murmured:

"Wow, so...ha, bring...waaa...I'm leaving...right away...so..."

"Hey Anna, who is it? Ah! Who did this? Who could be so cruel?"

Schreiber wept to himself, hugging Rusalka tightly.

The witch is now struggling to breathe because she is being held tightly by Schreiber's foolish strength.

Rusalka was inwardly groaning, but he couldn't say it out loud.

If only I could go back to the time when my wounds were healed, my spirits were restored, and I could tell jokes again.

These are not the important things right now.

Once you return to your base in Suwahara, where multiple layers of magical barriers are in place, you can activate the magic power you use to sustain your life by entering inside.

Although the injury is serious, it will probably recover in three days.

Yes, as long as we can get back to the base, that's all that matters, but...

"Aaaaaah... Why did Anna become like this? Who, who turned my Anna into this...?"

Schreiber wept with blood and tears streaming down his face, and Rusalka gently stroked his silver hair.

The anxiety and restlessness in one's heart cannot be expressed.

However, being asked the same question all the time is too annoying, so it's necessary to give an answer first and redirect his passion elsewhere.

That is—

"Yusa... Shirou..."

Rusalka murmured weakly and hatefully about the being who had stolen her relic.

“Yu...Za?” Schreiber repeated softly.

"I... because... Saint... took the relics... so let's... kill him together and take them back? Please."

Rusalka was speaking when she was nearly overwhelmed by the blood in her lungs, which made her thin body even more painful.

The spine creaked, broken bones pierced the internal organs, and intestines fell out from the open wound in the lower abdomen, landing on the floor.

"Uh...ah..."

Had some fatal mistake occurred? In the flashing red light of his vision, Schreiber's terrifying killing intent swelled.

Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no ——————!!! !!! !

"Ah...yes, let's kill them all together."

Schreiber suddenly calmed down and smiled at Rusalka, saying, "If you don't want to be with Lord Heydrich, then be with me. You just need to live in my heart."

After saying that, he began to exert force with both hands.

"Haa... glug... glug glug..."

Rusalka could no longer speak, as blood blocked his throat, gushing or being squeezed out of his mouth and nostrils.

Blood gushed out, and she realized that her arms had been shattered.

Starting with external wounds, the internal injuries became even deeper.

Moreover, Schreiber had stopped crying, and he smiled as he confided in Rusalka:

"So kill him, kill Yuza Shirou, with all of my heart, with love, with sorrow, with hatred, kill him with everything, kill everything."

"Ah...ha..."

My vision began to blur, and my consciousness gradually faded.

No, we must maintain our determination not to give up!

Not yet! I still have luck and a chance to seize it again. It won't end here!

Brain cells, deprived of oxygen due to blood loss and difficulty breathing, are forcibly reconstructed by magic.

Rusalka realized from the multiple disconnected messages that his memory had collapsed, but he did not faint.

No, it's impossible.

It's not over yet... it's not over yet. As long as you're alive, you still have a chance.

"Heh, ahahaha, hahaha, hahaha... hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha—!!!"

Schreiber suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his entire body trembling with excitement. He growled with a sinister grin:

"Great! Excellent! This is exactly the wonderful feeling!!"

Schreiber's eyes were bloodshot with joy as he shouted loudly.