The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

She wants them to disappear completely!

Silently, Sirin's golden eyes gleamed with a divine aura...

She will use her own power to fight against the witch's followers!

To deliver a verdict to the laws of this world...

If Miracles Have Color (re0): Chapter 51 You protect them, and I will protect you.

The next day.

As a ray of sunlight shone in, the sky turned a pale white.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the air was filled with a fresh scent.

Bathed in sunlight, the atmosphere inside the mansion became more relaxed.

Last night, Kiana was resting in her bedroom, while Sirin, whose whereabouts were unknown, was fighting in a place unseen by ordinary people.

Finally, Sirin used her powerful and terrifying strength to make the witch cultists lurking in the city understand what true fear was.

If Kiana still clings to the idea of ​​being human, then it can be said that she has never been bound by this concept from beginning to end.

While the royal soldiers on patrol and the idlers witnessed the gruesome and terrifying dismembered limbs, Sirin had already returned to her mansion in high spirits.

Kiana?

As the warm breeze blew, Xilin slowly pushed open the window and looked at her owner, who was sleeping in a very carefree and unrestrained manner.

"Whoosh...whoosh...ah~achoo!"

The person sleeping on the luxurious bed wiped their nose, then pulled up the covers and drifted off to sleep: "Cirin, it's so good you're back. You didn't pick up food from the floor, did you?"

The rambling, half-asleep talk makes one wonder what kind of wild dream this silly owner is having at this moment.

Celine frowned and glanced at her for a long time before finally moving slowly to the pillow and gently stroking the girl's forehead.

Although Kiana didn't say anything, Sirin could still sense that her body seemed to be getting weaker, and the paleness on her face was even more worrying.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the world's rejection effect.

Destroy sloth, slay the demon whale, slaughter the evil ones.

While these actions are gratifying, they also have a significant impact.

Even you yourself can't easily reverse the course of cause and effect...

However, it doesn't matter.

She could slaughter everyone in the capital, which would allow her to reap enormous rewards.

But there's nothing we can do; Kiana won't do that.

Perhaps this is true for the entire Kaslana family.

They will fight for what they protect, but they won't become arrogant because of their own selfish desires. They are truly a group of...

What did you do last night?

Kiana's muttering interrupted Sirin's thoughts, forcing her to look back at her master.

"What did what?"

"Cirin, have you done anything terrible behind my back?"

Kiana stared intently at Sirin, seemingly hoping to find a flaw in those majestic golden eyes.

Unfortunately, the other party showed no hesitation or fear whatsoever.

He could even ask back without the slightest guilt

Why should I report to you?

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Sirin's lips: "Hehehe, it was just using power to scare away those terrifying believers, nothing more."

Xilin's voice was light and airy, as if she were talking about something extremely ordinary.

However, Kiana raised her eyebrows slightly, and her azure eyes widened accordingly.

Gradually regaining consciousness, she got up and then covered her somewhat groggy head.

"Just to scare them away? That's not like you."

"hehe."

Xilin smiled but did not answer.

"Okay, I won't say anything more if you don't want to. Ah~ Ugh... Is it already this late? It's time to get up."

The commotion at the dinner party, while not exactly exhausting, was...

Kiana's mind was constantly haunted by the blood-stained floor, the easily dismembered limbs, and... the horrified looks of those around her.

What exactly does this feeling like?

Kiana wasn't quite sure, because she had never experienced anything like this before—the annihilation of someone who looked exactly like her...

That's really cruel.

Kiana, wearing only her underwear, hugged her legs and quietly squatted on the bed.

She thought of her companions in the other world, and of her family, feeling both curious and afraid of their reaction if they knew these things.

"call..."

"What's wrong?" Sirin asked at the right moment.

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel a little uneasy."

Kiana sighed, then reached out and touched the dress lying on the bed: "Don't worry about me. I've recovered."

Although the argument was a bit far-fetched, Celine had no reason to object.

It doesn't look too good, but it's not bad either.

That should be enough...

Thinking of this, Xilin nodded.

"So today..."

Just as she was about to arrange Kiana's actions for the day, the door to the room was suddenly opened.

The one who opened the door was Emilia.

"Kiana?" The white-haired girl approached Kiana with a worried expression. "Are you alright?"

"Uh, thank you for your concern. Emilia, I'm fine."

Kiana felt very comforted by Emilia's concern.

Of course, she also noticed, with her unusual sharpness, that there seemed to be some sorrow between Emilia's brows.

What could be causing her such distress?

Could it be that my actions at the Duke's mansion yesterday caused some bad consequences?

Kiana, you...

Emilia hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around and gently closed the door. Finally, she went to the side and drew the curtains.

"Huh? Emilia, what are you doing?"

Kiana looked at Emilia's actions with puzzlement, feeling quite confused.

"Cough cough..."

Emilia coughed lightly, then said, "Kiana, I want to talk to you."

"Talk? What do you mean, 'talk'?"

Kiana blinked, not understanding what Emilia was up to.

"What did you do last night?" Emilia didn't answer Kiana directly, but instead asked a different question.

"What did what?"

Kiana's eyes darted around before she honestly replied, "Oh, last night... I was a little cold when I went to sleep, so... I wrapped myself in the blanket."

"Is that all?" Emilia asked doubtfully.

"Hmm...that's how it is...how?" Kiana's tone was filled with confusion.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you something..."

Emilia sighed, then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, asking with some concern, "Don't you think Duke Roswaal L. Mezas... is acting strangely?"

Upon hearing this, Kiana's face instantly showed a surprised expression.

So you think that the duke, who looks like a clown, can be considered normal?

You must be joking...

"Isn't he surprised?"

Kiana's unexpected question played right into Emilia's hands.

"Yes, his attitude towards those witch cultists is really ambiguous. I also feel that his recent behavior has been a bit..."

"what?"

Seeing Emilia's worried expression, Kiana realized she might have been in a cross-channel chat...

If Miracles Have Color (re0): Chapter 52 Emilia's Feelings

The room was enclosed and very quiet.

The door was closed, the curtains were drawn, and only a few rays of sunlight could shine into the bedroom through the gaps.

Kiana, wearing only her underwear, sat on the bed with her legs drawn up to her chest, while Emilia sat worriedly on the edge of the bed.

They remained silent, but they were thinking of each other, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Kiana?