My Infinite Wings

"I was seen by the master like this... ah... no... I really want to be about to..."

"Haha, you really can't use the function of the 'Holy Tool' for the first time..."

"Ah? What did you say, master?"

"I'll tell you more in a moment—for now, it's about time..."

"Well, let's shoot it like this, master! I want to see how that will increase my power... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .

She is human, but has the power to save the "dead".

In the morning and in the evening, the water is rolling eastward, and the ancient days are sinking to the west.

However, she couldn't salvage what she really wanted to save.

Because that "thing" didn't exist in the first place.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait for the flowers to fade away and break the branches.

The meeting of fate, ignorant loyalty, in exchange for easy happiness.

So how about being happier than happy?

This is the underlying reason why you responded to my call... There is a saying: Chunsaki is worth a thousand souls, and a happy night is a waste of time.

Xinpo should be counted in pity seconds, and there is no need for Tianfangming everywhere. ---This is the dividing line---PS: 呴? Why has the number of favorites decreased? It turned out to be a DT re-emergence - continue to fight the DT journey tomorrow, um...

Chapter 424 Memory

PS: I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work in the morning, I forgot to revise it... --- This is the dividing line --- Sakuya's holy artifact is called "white horses crossing the gap". The white ones are also white tigers; the horses need a dragon horse; Cracks, small and narrow cracks - gentlemen, understand?

Of course, it is impossible to be included in the list of "sacred artifact" if this is the only thing. The wonderful excitement generated by the superposition of thousands of movements in a single moment cannot be described in poor words...

Holding my arm, the head maid said softly, "Master, I... remember everything."

Feeling the comfortable tightness between the delicate body that has not yet completely "cooled down" and my arms, I didn't regain my senses for a while.

"Huh? What?"

"The Gensokyo and Scarlet Devil Mansion you mentioned immediately after you summoned me, as well as the name 'Remilia'... I remember it."

My wandering spirit suddenly concentrated.

"!—you say 'remember' is..."

"Master, can you listen to me tell a little story?"

Her eyes are not like "missing"...

"...Well, tell me, I'll listen."

After stroking Sakuya's soft hair, I turned to my side, stretched my arms and embraced her, making her head rest on my shoulder.

"Thank you..."—Sakuya's dividing line—I, have no name.

I, have the "power to manipulate the degree of time" I can stop everything if I want.

I can exercise everything if I want to.

There is no one who can understand this.

Because of this innate miraculous power, I am taboo and disgusted by ordinary humans and even ordinary superpowers.

So I blindly build my own "world" to protect my body and my mind by doing this kind of cocooning.

Then, ignoring others but drifting along, I became a monster hunter who didn't know the reason for my existence, and pursued my own end.

The character I played was a murder puppet.

The people around me are corpse puppets.

Puppets... dance! Dance!

Crazy, non-stop, crazy, non-stop...

The scarlet puppet show, forever... goes on.

In fact, it's not just all kinds of monsters. My silver-plated knife cuts through flesh, cuts bones, pierces hearts, slits throats, and even human beings.

It's ironic, I'm obviously a monster hunter...

However, in fact, it would be more correct to say that there are more humans than monsters who died in my hands.

Because, contempt, discrimination, greed, fear...

Those rancid things, always, always, always surrounded me.

It doesn't matter - sharpen my blade with the blood of those fools...

This is most of my memory.

In the end, in pursuit of the meaning of existence, or more precisely, the pursuit of my own destiny, I accidentally entered the so-called "Gensokyo" where, in that "Scarlet Devil Mansion", I met "her" the man of the old mansion. The master, the undead known as the "Red Devil", looks as young as a ten-year-old child, and is a vampire lord over five hundred years old - Remilia Scarlet.

If I was a monster who had the talent to manipulate time, then she who could manipulate fate would undoubtedly be a genuine "devil" demon and said with a smile. -You finally came. -I've been waiting for you! - Are you here to kill me? No...—because I can save myself from the fate of "death". - So, human, you can't kill me. - Now, I'm going to fight back!

No suspense, I tried my best and still failed miserably.

I couldn't beat her, kill her, or even hurt her at all.

I lost to "fate", I actually knew it!

I have always been the loser of fate...

The "devil" approached me, showing her fangs. - I like the blood of beautiful virgins the most, let me drink it!

Ah, if I knew it would turn out like this, I should have found a chance to experience "Pi-"

feel right...

However, no man dares to touch me, right? After all, anyone with bad intentions will be "completely! Thoroughly!"

Stop evil thoughts!

And, although I didn't find the meaning of life, I found the "destruction" I subconsciously wanted. Maybe it's good to just disappear like this - anyway, there is no one who will grieve for my death...

Then…

Who... is calling me?