As a traitor, I should raise the banner of rebellion

However, this was something she had expected, so she didn't feel particularly frustrated.

"My memory has been almost worn out in the long cycle of reincarnation."

"Only a few of the most impressive scenes were saved because I, in the past, somehow hid them among the five treasures."

This is actually the reason why Mako Jingu has been able to persist for so long.

Compared with other people and monsters who accidentally entered this space, Mako Jingu was undoubtedly lucky.

She is the 'protagonist' of this world, the center of the world as determined by God.

Although the plot of each reincarnation is subtly different, the key nodes of the plot remain unchanged.

Mako Jingu took advantage of this.

She sealed her most important memories into five treasures, making them the anchors of her soul.

In every reincarnation, these five treasures are destined to come to her.

After these five treasures came into her hands, every time Jingu Mako reincarnated, she would use all the remaining time to deepen the memories sealed in the treasures.

For Mako Jingu, these images are like the dazzling North Star in the sky, which can ensure that she will not lose her way in this endless cycle.

But this is ultimately just a human struggle.

In the face of the power of Tsukuyomi, such a little trick can only delay the arrival of that moment a little, and it is impossible to truly allow Jingu Mako to escape her predetermined fate.

【Tsukuyomi】It’s not that I can’t afford to play.

Just as she said, this life is Mako Jingu's last life.

The memories that the five treasures conveyed to Mako Jingu are truly the 'final ripple'.

"All I know is that even though you were not born through ordinary means, you are still my child."

"I was the one who gave you your name, and when you were still in your infancy, my loved ones took you away from me..."

There was a deep sense of apology in Mako Jingu's tone.

She looked at the tall and handsome boy in front of her with some guilt.

"You must have suffered a lot during these years, right?"

"... Actually not." Yuan Hui shook his head, "In the past eighteen years, the real me has actually been sleeping, and the one who is going about my daily life is a fabricated false personality."

"If the time outside is used as a standard, I have been awake for less than a month."

"According to what I learned later, the life I had led before, although not enough to be called 'happy', was at least not qualified to be called 'miserable'."

A mother who has lost most of her memories.

A son with absolutely no memory from birth to adulthood.

Although the reasons were different, the two people at this time were surprisingly consistent to some extent.

"Are you trying to comfort me?" Jingu Mako thought silently in her heart.

Of course, she didn't ask this question out loud.

Mako Jingu just watched as Genki stretched out a hand, on which dark red blood spread out from his palm.

They became tangled and twisted, their original colors changed, and they lost their original liquid texture.

Finally, a rather miniature female bust appeared on the boy's palm.

She was a blonde woman who exuded a holy aura.

But for Jingu Mako, this face is indeed so familiar——

This is the woman who put his hand in her stomach!

The reason why she got pregnant before marriage and gave birth to Yuanhui was all because of this woman!

This woman, no, weird, what on earth is she...

"She is Mizukami Kana, the principal of Saint Eden Academy and my homeroom teacher." The boy's voice came faintly, "However, this is only her identity in the human world."

From the expression on Jingu Mako's face, Genhui had actually gotten the answer he wanted.

Or rather, I became more firmly convinced of that point.

"You should have guessed it. My birth was not accidental, but the result of careful planning."

"I don't know what criteria they used, but the power behind Mizukami Kana chose you and made you the one who gave birth to me."

"It is precisely because of this that you have fallen from being the most dazzling pearl of the Sakurajima Imperial Family to the point where you can barely maintain yourself."

Although there are many dirty things in the royal family of Sakurajima, this still cannot deny the fact that they are the most noble family in this island country.

If it weren't for Kana Mizukami's actions, Mako Jingu might still be living a carefree life and enjoying the beauty of the world.

"So, you don't have to feel guilty towards me." Yuan Hui put down his right hand.

The miniature female bust just disappeared into thin air.

"You are just a poor guy caught up in a conspiracy."

"You have never done anything wrong, so you shouldn't be blamed for anything."

"If you have any grudge against Mizukami Kana, I will take you to see her after we leave here."

"Although there may be no way to really hurt her, it should be okay to slap her a few times, scold her loudly, etc."

In any case, Yuanhui is one of the most important parts of [Revelation].

Even just from the perspective of appeasing Genki, Mizukami Kana would never do anything to Jingu Mako.

Yuanhui has already asked Sharan.

Therefore, he naturally knew that the reason why Sharan came to this [Kaguya-sama's Dream] was because of Mizukami Kana's reminder.

From this perspective, Mizukami Kana is not completely cold-hearted towards Jingu Mako...

"No one has more power to do this than you."

"As for what happens next..."

Just as Yuan Hui was about to continue speaking, a stern yet aware voice cut his words off in the middle -

“I don’t feel like I’m some unfortunate person.”

Staring closely at Genki, there wasn't even the slightest tremor in Jingu Mako's words.

Her black eyes, which were almost identical to Yuanhui's, reflected the boy's slightly stunned face.

“I’ve been through some bad things, but they’re nothing compared to what I’ve gained.”

Mako Jingu stretched out a hand and grabbed the boy's wrist.

She did not use her ability to speed up the movement, she just stretched out her hand normally.

If Yuanhui wanted to, he could easily avoid this slow movement.

But he……

Didn't do that.

And this also gave Jingu Mako more courage——

"Can I hug you?" she asked in a slightly pleading tone.

"..."

Yuan Hui was silent for a moment.

finally.

He nodded subtly.

1. Elixir of Immortality and the Messenger of the Moon! (2/)

The highest peak of Sakurajima is Mount Fuji.

However, in this era, it is not called by this name.

Buer Mountain, Bujin Mountain, Fuci Mountain, Furong Peak...

In the dynasty that Yuan Hui currently lives in, this is the more common name for this mountain.

At the foot of Mount Fuji, there is a vast sea of ​​trees.

This forest of trees had not yet become a famous suicide site as it later became, earning the name "Forest of No Return".

But this seemingly tranquil and beautiful sea of ​​trees can be said to be one of the most eerie and terrifying places in the entire Sakurajima.

Volcanoes are channels connecting the surface and underground. As the largest volcano in Sakurajima, every eruption of Mount Fuji brings a huge amount of weirdness gushing out from the center of the earth.

For ordinary people, monsters are the most terrifying monsters and man-eating demons.

However, for princes and nobles, especially those who aspire to climb up by borrowing the power of ghosts and gods, Mount Fuji, which can continuously supply weirdness, can be said to be Sakurajima's greatest treasure.

It is for this reason that Mount Fuji was previously called 'Endless Mountain' and 'Fuji Mountain'.

It means a rich and compassionate mountain that can provide inexhaustible treasures.

Not only that, volcanic eruptions not only spew out monsters from the ground, but also equally engulf all surrounding life, burning them all to ashes.

The land after the eruption becomes extremely fertile, which means that in just a few years, it will be covered with green again and exude vitality.

then……

Once again engulfed by the hot magma.

Because of this unique and strange cycle, the concentration of dead air around Mount Fuji has been frighteningly high since long ago.

Therefore, this place has become the largest man-made monster manufacturing center in Sakurajima.

Countless bloody, cruel, and unethical experiments were secretly carried out under the cover of this vast land.

I don’t know when it started, but this sea of ​​trees began to emit only one sound.

That's singing.

Although no one can understand it, the moment the sound enters your ears, you will immediately understand——

This is singing.

That is not a sound that can be produced by a human voice. Even if you count all the 5651 languages ​​in the world, you will not be able to find the corresponding words. Because this is not a human song.

This is the song of the mountains, this is the song of the water, this is the song of the clouds, this is the song of the wind. This is——

Songs sung by corpses.

If this were an ordinary world, even if many people died in this sea of ​​trees, it would not have any impact on the natural environment.

The corpses will simply die here quietly, transforming from consumers to food for decomposers, and from then on return to the embrace of nature, 'falling into mud and turning into dust' without causing any waves.

However, this is a world where souls and death exist.

The sea of ​​trees at the foot of Mount Fuji is a huge tomb.

Here, every tree is a tombstone and every mound is a grave.

The ghosts of the dead linger here, and the unformed monsters linger here.

The broken and unformed rules are interconnected and influence each other, eventually forming this tragic and fantastic scene.

That's the corpse singing.

They were clearly lifeless, with only an empty sac left. Even so, they still put their hands together, placed them under their chins, and sang a complex and indescribable song in unison under the guidance of some unknown force.

Like a saint.

However, if you see the full state of the corpse, you will understand that this is definitely not the posture of praying to God.

Their upper and lower bodies were cut off and then stood up maliciously. There were dark marks on the space between the upper and lower bodies.

That was a trace of dried blood.

These corpses, with their hands clasped together, faced their own lower bodies and sang a hoarse and incomprehensible tune aloud.

This is not the posture of praying to God. They are not praying to God.

These bodies, already filled with death, are merely cursing.

Since the world kisses me with pain, they must naturally respond to the world with malice and cruelty.