I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Abortion, abuse, child killing, child abandonment... these are all crimes committed in certain numbers, both now and in the past.

Even from Reinhardt's value perspective, he considered this to be the purest form of distortion.

They are born with a love for illegitimate children that are denied.

Click—la la la!

As the door slammed shut, Reinhard, whom Himuro Reia had been watching, said briefly one last time without turning back:

"Yzak also has a hunger different from mine, a hunger that is both loving and hateful and insane, which has exceeded the norm. I wish you can get what you want. Heh... it's really something to look forward to."

After he finished speaking, the hall doors closed completely.

In the end, only Himuro Reiai remained.

"......"

Himuro Reia remained silent, her head bowed.

Her grandfather was inside the castle at her feet.

Indeed, according to the Red Knight Eluneore, his soul was preserved as the core of the Demon Castle.

That makes sense... I should be facing that person...

tick-

Crystal-clear tears fell to the ground, and Himuro Reia began to cry without realizing it.

"I am different from you..."

Yes, he is definitely not like Yitzhak.

The Demon Child, searching for someone who loves him, continues to weep.

In search of someone to hold them, they pour their entire life into that person, swallowing it whole.

Absolutely, absolutely, Himuro Reia would never be like that.

Unlike Ytzhak, who was confused, he knew what he was doing.

Partners, friends, the person waiting for the girl, and the place she longs to return to.

"I won't take everyone to your place."

Himuro Reia turned and walked forward. She would not let everyone's final destination be the world of Yzak, nor would she let them be swallowed up and melted by him.

Ling'ai made up her mind at that moment and walked alone into the depths of the Golden Palace Throne to meet her grandfather.

P.S.: Another 8,000-word update, as compensation for the day I took a day off...

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Chapter 41 The First Clash of the Gold Saints: Pleasure and Suffering

After bidding farewell to Rei Himuro, the Princess of the Sun, Reinhardt moved to the top of the skull at the very top of the Golden Demon Castle.

Here, the Red Knight, Black Knight, and White Knight were already itching to act, waiting only for their lord's command to immediately launch an attack and annihilate the enemy.

"Alright, let's begin."

Reinhardt was in a very pleasant and relaxed mood at this moment. His tall figure looked down from the open city gate and gave his orders.

Although you can only see a small part of it from high above, guests are already waiting at the top of Suwahara Tower, the final battleground.

Fujii Ren, Yuza Shirou, and Sakurai Hotaru stood there, staring intently at the four people in the Demon Castle above.

Looking down at the three people below, Reinhard smiled. "My true love, I wish you all the best in your resolve."

"Christmas is just around the corner."

Reinhardt spoke softly, informing his men to celebrate the upcoming Christmas and the birth of the Holy Spirit together:

"Satiate your insane thirst to the fullest."

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will obey your command."

The Red Knight responded with a serious and meticulous expression.

The White Knight, his face beaming with elation and madness, like a ferocious beast about to be unleashed, laughed:

"Be true to your desires until you are fed up with them."

"This marks the end of the holy war—"

The Black Knight's lifeless eyes were fixed on Fujii Ren below. Even though his gender was different after reincarnation, the essence of his soul would never change. He would never forget the look in his comrade's eyes.

Moreover, Fujii Ren's gaze towards him showed no sign of unfamiliarity, which made the Black Knight Magina almost unable to suppress his frantic desire.

"【SiegHeil (Long Live Victory)】"

Reinhardt declared in a final, loud voice that victory would be achieved tonight.

boom--

After his final command, three explosions resounded across the sky, and the three knights were sent flying into the air, transforming into three meteors that crashed down to the ground below.

This terrifying height would be tantamount to death for ordinary people; due to the acceleration caused by gravity, the impact upon landing would be fatal.

However, needless to say, there are no ordinary people left in the world at this moment.

Just as they mocked gravity, the three knights descended at different speeds.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe, oh ho ho ho ho ho ——————"

First up is the White Knight, Wolfgang Schreiber.

With a childlike, eccentric laugh, a fierce and joyful emotion surfaced in his piercing eyes, and he plummeted down with the speed of a comet hitting the earth.

The only one who allowed himself to freefall was the Black Knight, Magina.

He remained silent, more like an incredibly heavy iron chariot crashing down from the sky than a human being, without moving an inch.

His body was standing at attention on the ground, like a soldier standing at attention, and the way the opponent fell was the same.

In a sense, that was the extreme of the extraordinary.

It neither accelerated nor decelerated, and under the influence of the high-speed storm, it maintained an upright and motionless posture as if it had an invisible foothold.

It can be described as devilish physical skill simply by controlling posture and balance.

"Snapped---"

As a follower of the sorcery, Elunere remained as straightforward as ever, casually snapping her fingers to command a gentle, explosive flame to envelop her body.

The flames enveloping it manipulated the airflow, causing it to glide down as if suspended in mid-air.

The storm avoided her, and her long, bright red hair didn't even tremble slightly.

Despite his arrogance as a superhuman, the Red Knight did not boast about his achievements; he simply acted as slowly as he breathed.

Even the gesture of fanning his beloved cigar exudes a noble dignity and composure.

These three are the pioneers, and while each of them brings out their own personality, their skills as the Throne Guards are also impeccable.

Meanwhile, Reinhardt, still atop the Demon Castle, was gazing down upon the entire world and remarked with a sigh:

"It's so beautiful..."

Tonight he will transcend preconceived notions and become an absolute, unchanging law.

Buzz—! ! !

Golden divine power surged from Reinhardt's body, manipulating the rules of the world at will.

Looking at the vast world before him, Reinhardt strode forward.

As the golden light spread outwards, from the city gates to the top of the tower, luxurious golden staircases were erected, as if praising the king's path.

Every brick and tile, like the Demon City Castle, is made from the bones and ashes of the dead.

Reinhardt didn't consider stepping on the tree trunks to be a taboo act.

Because that's just how his life is.

Because that's the kind of man he is.

The King of the Graves, carrying the dead and rubble from afar, journeys alone.

For Reinhard Heydrich, the other was like dust that was arbitrarily shattered, destroyed, and attached to him.

"So... that's what makes them weak."

Reinhardt also recalled what the resolute young girl had said to him earlier.

You can't become a sheep if you don't mingle with the sheep.

It lacks the brilliance of a rare and aloof gem, and is merely stained with the ink of the sea.

He, Reinhardt, needs to turn others into himself in order to survive, which is why Himuro Reia says he is lonely and weak.

Such a dependence on others, the inability to survive without them, how 'weak' they are.

"Hmph, hahahaha..."

Reinhardt couldn't help but laugh when he thought about Himuro Rei's love for Sosuke.

It's hilarious, so funny, I really want to laugh.

Because he is a soldier, someone who relies on the strength of others.

From the lowest-ranking soldier to the highest-ranking soldier, as long as the essence of the army is simple struggle and killing, there is no difference.

So, is the kind of beauty that should be admired and dedicated to strength?

If it is metal, then it is the hardest thing in the world.

If it were a living creature, it would be the most ferocious beast in the world.

If it's a plant, I prefer giant trees to flowers and grasses.

That's right, that's how it is, Reinhardt likes it this way.

Therefore, I feel weak right now and ashamed of my imperfections, which prevent me from existing if I am not excellent.

"Then let's destroy everything and devour it all."