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The young girl looked like an angel.
Yet she also resembled a demon.
Springing from her back was a pair of wings, with their base being pitch black as a crow’s feathers. However, moving toward the other end, those wings were colored in pure white, reminiscent of the snow; a gradation from black to white. The wings resembled the characteristics of both demons and angels. And her appearance, to compare it to something, was,
……a fallen angel?
No. Such a race doesn’t exist.
Both angels and
demons, in the world that the boy knew, should have disappeared long
Then, who was that young girl in front of him?
The sound of the chains binding the girl called the boy, Kai, back to his senses. To be precise, the young girl was crucified onto what appeared to be a pillar. Both her arms and legs were bound by the chains, clearly to confine her to prevent escape.
The young girl lifted up her hanging head. Even her eyes were covered by the chains, but she still seemed to be able to sense the approaching boy.
“…You there…Who are you…”
What came out of the girl’s mouth was human language. Then the young girl, who undoubtedly was not a human, turned her head towards the boy.
“Who, you ask…”
Right back at you.
—Or so he wanted to respond, but his tension forbid him. And, while the boy was swallowing his breath to look up,
“…Rinne? Is that your name?”
The young girl answered with a nod. Right at that moment, a small drop of water ran down her cheek.
“……Save me. Please, take these chains off…——”
Before she could finish her words, the young girl lost consciousness, her head hanging down once again.
A nonhuman is begging a human for liberation?
In the world the boy was an inhabitant of, history told of other races such as angels and demons, whom brought forth a fierce battle. An interspecies war, so to speak. More than enough reason to assume that in the moment he saved the young girl, her attitude would suddenly change, with her attacking her saviour.
Prioritizing his own safety, the boy would be better off leaving the young girl alone until he could make out her true identity.
…Or so it should have been.
Tightly gripping the sword in his right hand, the boy approached the young girl.
Even if this was a trap.
I’m sick of being all alone in this world.
Approaching the crucified girl, deciding on the path of his blade, so that it would not hit the angelic, demon-like winged girl, he swung his sword.
—The winged girl was freed.
With the countless fragments of the chains dropping unto the ground, the freed girl tumbled down as well.
“…What is going on here. Where is this place, and, who is this girl.”
He supported the
girl in his arms. She was surprisingly light, and while the soft
feeling of her skin brought forth a bit of faltering, the boy,
forgotten by the world—
Kai, gritting his teeth, shouted in grief:
“Why does nobody remember the real world…!”