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"Oh, that's the one wearing the hood, he's a Sarkaz."

"Don't joke like that! How could Laterano possibly have Sarkaz?"

Xiling simply chuckled and offered no further reply.

However, the more Xiling acted this way, the more Fiameta felt something was wrong.

"Aizel, stay here with Cecilia and don't move," Fiamet said before walking toward the cotton cart.

Watching Fiameta leave, Xiling turned her gaze to the two who were standing still. Then, under Aizer's watchful eye, Xiling squatted down again to be at eye level with Cecilia.

"Little Cecilia, your father is Sarkaz, right?"

Aizel: "!"

"Yes, does my brother know my father too?"

"That's putting me in a bit of a bind."

The conversation between the two, one big and one small, was no longer audible to Aizer; he only felt a dizzying sensation.

What did he hear?! Sarkaz's father is Sarkaz!

Just as Aizel was deep in thought, a hand gently patted his shoulder, waking him up.

What's your choice?

"...I've changed my mind, Cecilia, let's go."

"where are we going?"

Azel looked in a distant direction

"You should be going to..."

Church of the Requiem

......

Chapter Eight: Remian: I'll change too~

"What is your purpose in doing this?" Aizel asked Xiling as they walked.

“I said it because I wanted to, so what about you? What is your purpose in doing this?” Xilin asked in return.

"...Just like you, because I want her to at least see her mother one last time."

What if I lose my job?

"...We'll talk about it later."

"Little Cecilia, are you tired? Do you want your brother to carry you?" Xiling smiled at Cecilia, who was silently following beside them.

"...Will this trouble you, brother?" Cecilia also felt that her walking speed was probably a bit slow.

"Of course not! Want to sit on your brother's shoulders and experience what it's like to be 1.8 meters tall?"

"Hey!" Cecilia exclaimed, and Xiling pulled her up by putting her hands under her armpits.

"Can you do me a favor? Her skirt is a bit of a problem," Xiling winked at Aizel.

Aizel: "..."

"Is this guy really that playful?" Aize thought to herself, but still went to help.

......

"Hey, hey, hey, can't you guys slow down a bit?" Aizel wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted at the figure running fast ahead carrying a little girl.

Xiling shook her head and sighed, "Your older brother is really weak; he couldn't run for long before he gave up."

Cecilia covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "It seems so."

Aizel: "..."

He wanted to argue that he wasn't afraid, but that they were all moving too fast and he had to do everything he could to keep up.

"Alright, this is where I, your protector, will put you down." Xiling bent down and placed Cecilia off her shoulder.

The Church of Requiem can be seen in the distance.

Upon hearing Xiling's words, Aizel paused for a moment before asking, "Aren't you coming with us?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist taking action," Xiling said something that Aizer couldn't understand at all.

"Whom will you attack?"

"Little Cecilia, I'm leaving now, let's give each other a high five!"

Cecilia stretched out her small palm and gently patted Xiling's palm.

"Goodbye, brother," Cecilia turned around and waved to Xiling.

"Goodbye"

"Alright, now that they're gone, let's find a place to stake out." Just as Xiling was about to crawl into a clump of grass, she saw several figures appear in the distance. Xiling focused her gaze on the figure in front, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"That's true, the timeline has been moved up, so it's normal that they haven't returned to the Church of Requiem yet."

......

I don't want to be a hero anymore: "I feel so weird, lurking outside churches at night spying on people."

High school student Kevin: "...Next time you come to my place, I'll be putting you in jail."

Wheelchair-bound sniper: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to cake when you get back."

The Great Magician Faded One: "Am I included?"

No longer wanting to be a hero: "Go eat shit!"

Lying on a tree, Xiling, with her elegant posture, watched the scene inside the Church of Requiem, and finally fell asleep.

......

“Remienne, we’ve come to see you again.” The door was pushed open and Mostima walked in first.

"I brought you some dessert," Fiameta said as she came in from behind.

"This fruit tart was stolen from the cathedral."

"Welcome. Hmm, the cactus on top can be given to Xiling to eat later."

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

“Otherwise, why would I give it to him?” Remy said matter-of-factly.

"Speaking of which, do you miss me so much that you come to see me every day?" Remian asked with a smile.

“If you need, we can come and check on you every hour,” Mostima replied with a smile.

"Hehe, you should know by now," Remi'an chuckled, her tone changing.

Mostima and the silent Fiameta seemed to sense Remian's odd behavior.

Fiameta: "What do you mean?"

"He's back... Andorn."

"How do you know Remünne!"

“Because he has already come,” Remian said calmly, as if she were talking about something trivial.

However, it was precisely her ordinariness that ignited Fiametta's anger, and just as she was about to ask a question, Remian interrupted her.

“Fiameta, I know your anger towards him, I understand your lingering attachment to the past, and I understand your confusion about us.”

"Then why are you acting like this! Remien, I can't sense a single trace of anger from you, not a single trace of anger towards Andorn! Tell me why!"

Fiameta was agitated. She couldn't understand why these guys would always be so cryptic and silent whenever she asked them questions or tried to explain.

"What incredible hardship did he have? Why did he betray that trust? And why do you all understand him? Why should I understand him? Tell me!"

Mostima fell silent in the face of Fiameta's outburst, but Remian did not.

"It's okay if you don't understand, Fiameta."

Remien's words brought Fiameta's anger to a standstill, but Remien's words were not yet finished.

“Go do what you want to do, Fiametta, Andorn… I can understand him, but that doesn’t mean you need to understand him too. If you’re angry, go and ask him for it. He’s already prepared for this, so I support you.” Remian smiled and gave Fiametta two thumbs up.

Mostima looked at Remian in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that Remian had said those words, and Fiameta felt the same way.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Do you wonder why I would say such things?" Remian, sitting in her wheelchair, looked at Mostima and then at Fiameta.

Fiameta nodded silently.

“I will change too~” Remian slid her wheelchair to the window.

"I can understand Andorn, but I can also understand you. I also miss the past, I miss the life we ​​had, and I miss the days we spent together."

“I know you’re angry with Andorn for causing all this, and I know you’re confused about our actions afterwards, but there’s nothing we can do, that’s just how the Sarkaz are.”

"...Are you going to use Sakorta's empathy rhetoric again?"

"No, what I'm trying to say is, don't try to understand us. Just do what you want to do. You can judge for yourself whether what Andorn does is right or wrong."

“...It feels like you’ve changed, yet it also feels like you haven’t,” Fiameta said after a moment of silence.

"I think I've definitely changed, and to prove it, I even called my friend over."

"What do you mean?"

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

"...Aren't you still the same as before?"

"I call this a young girl's secret."

"A bit disgusting"

The click of a bullet being chambered.

Never mind what I said.

Remian lowered the gun sheathed from Fiametta and spoke again, "While I can understand him, he has indeed committed unforgivable acts against us. So, even for my sake, use the gun on him, Fiametta."

"I'm not kidding."

"I know"

"I might kill him."

"I know, I really want to say that, but I don't think you can beat him."

So you think I can't hurt him?

"Yes, so I hired a helper for you. Are you happy?"

"...Xiling"

Chapter Nine: Blind Oxen and Horses

"Different ideologies, different paths, bewildered phoenix people, and enigmatic fallen angels—it's awesome! This is exactly what I want to see!" Sitting by the grass, Xiling ate a cloyingly sweet crepe she had just bought while watching the great battle in front of the Church of Requiem.

"What's going on with that guy? Didn't Remian say he was an accomplice? Why is he just watching the show?!"

Instead of hiding in the shadows, Xiling sat openly by the grass and watched everything unfold. Not only Fiameta saw it, but everyone else did too.

Andorn could sense that the unknown man sitting in the grass was scanning him with his eyes, as if he was thinking about where to start.

"That's all I have to say. Farewell, my former... comrade-in-arms." After Andorn left these words, a huge explosion resounded in the Church of Requiem, and the flames buried everything and took everything away.

Xiling sat on the grass, shards of debris from the explosion landing beside him. He watched quietly as Cecilia followed Andorn away, finally dusting himself off and getting up to leave. But just then, a ruthless hand grabbed him.

"...If the Night Watchman keeps doing this, I'm really going to start breathing on him."

"Hey, what are you doing here? Everyone else is just sitting here watching the show!"

"I'm just a passing knight in shining armor; you can also call me security guard."