I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

The voice that rang out again kept repeating the fact that the horrified she in the mirror was herself...

I am dead? !

No, you are still alive.

It's like asking and answering, but the fear keeps fermenting in my heart.

At this moment, Kiryu Lanhua suddenly fell to the ground.

I don't have a heartbeat!

He was holding on to his chest tightly, and his heartbeat, which was still strong, was like a stalled car, without any movement.

I am dead!

you live!

It's like singing a different tune, but the other self in her mind doesn't seem to be deceiving her.

But fear still lingered in her mind, her body curled up uncontrollably, her muscles seemed to relax, and there was a rushing sound with the sound of clear water.

The cleansed body was once again stained with a different color.

who are you?

I am you, another you!

Obviously the body is out of control, but the mind is so calm.

There seems to be some incomprehensible separation between mind and body.

you are tired.

Instead of asking and answering, ask yourself.

Give your body to me, you go to rest!

The gentle voice made Kiryu Lanhua seem to see his mother in a trance.

"Mother....."

Whispering softly, the originally bright eyes gradually lost their light and became dull.

With a chuckle, the sluggish eyes instantly regained their clarity.

The twisting hands and feet turned in a posture beyond the norm, accompanied by the sound of skin tearing and bones breaking.

Blood was spraying, running on the ground.

The clean mirror instantly turned red.

The head that twisted 360 degrees showed a weird smile at the lamp above his head.

Ten minutes later, the door of room 10 opened slowly, and a man in sloppy clothes put the garbage in his hand at the door.

The sound of the door opening next door caught the man's attention, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He knew that there was a girl living next door, but he was not a pervert. At the age of 35, he had vented all his sexual desires before he was 32.

Women are completely unable to arouse her curiosity, but cute boys may be able to.

Although he didn't care, he still noticed the girl next door from the corner of his eyes when he put the garbage down and straightened his body.

Huh?

It seems to have seen something.

man forcefully

Rubbing his eyes, he looked down the aisle.

The girl had already arrived at the stairs and was about to go down. She seemed to see the man's gaze, and suddenly turned her head and smiled at her.

At that moment, the man's eyes widened suddenly, and what he saw with his naked eyes made his heart stop beating suddenly, and his gradually stiff body fell straight to the ground...

Today's weather is very good, and the road to school is full of laughter.

But that doesn't belong to Kiryu Lanhua, but she still has a sweet smile on her face.

The pink-rimmed glasses she used to wear don't know where they went, but that's not important anymore, that kind of thing is just a burden to her as a lowly worker.

On the way to school, some people recognized Tongyu Lanhua. Although he didn't have many friends in school, Tongyu Lanhua was still a small celebrity.

Acquaintance and friend have always been two distinct words.

Because she didn't wear glasses, many people didn't recognize Kiryu Lanhua immediately when they saw her.

The relatively chic pink-rimmed glasses are a characteristic of a person named Kiryu Lanhua, and it is a proof that she is walking at this time.

That sounds really subtle.

But Kiryu Lanhua didn't mind at all, she kept her smile all the time, like an ordinary girl who encountered something happy.

The class arrived, and when Kiryu Lanhua appeared in the class, everyone's eyes were on Kiryu Lanhua as if they had agreed.

"Good morning everyone~"

Sweet smiles and warm greetings, everything makes Kiryu Lanhua look like a passionate girl who loves to laugh.

The trance-like gaze, the quickened heartbeat in an instant, and the beautiful red glow appeared on the pretty faces of the girls.

The dull gaze was fleeting, and the boys' eyes revealed a different color.

Everything looks so wonderful.

The raised corners of his mouth carried a hint of weirdness, and he came to his seat with joyful footsteps.

Qingming looked at the sky, but the blue sky did not appear in Kiryu Lanhua's eyes.

What was reflected in her eyes was a blood-red and wonderful world.

Where is the name...hell.

In the cave, Maqima admired everything that happened in that school with a smile on her face.

The first demon in hell, not a bad guy.

But it only exists as a tool.

As for her?

She is indeed a demon, and a demon of domination.

But as Sakura's demon, her second heart, she does not belong to hell, but to Sakura.

Her master is firmly in control of her everything, her belonging, and her end, without letting go at all.

If I have to say it, this body that can be played with at will has not been touched by her.

If Sakura wanted it, then she was quite happy.

That should be some kind of subtle acknowledgment for her.

Who made this body and the name Machima exist because of Sakura.

The space was tearing apart, and two figures appeared in the cave, right in front of Maqima and Asama Tomo.

The pure white maid skirt was dyed bright red, only the exposed skin was spotless.

Belfast kept her elegance as a maid, only the pure white and loose sleeves were dyed a brilliant red.

And the other is even more simple and rude.

The pitch-black armor that looked like a ghost was all bright red at the moment, as if it had been dyed another color.

The armor that had been taken off revealed an indifferent face, and the blond hair was still so dazzling.

"Welcome back."

Machima was still sitting on the chair, but she snapped her fingers.

In just an instant, the blood disappeared, and it disappeared completely.

As a dominating demon, she dominated this space under her due authority, and then used the space to clean up the gorgeous blood.

She likes bright red, but that also depends on the person.

Except for the color of sakura, she doesn't like the rest of red.

"Miss Marchma really is."

Looking at his clean clothes, Belfast didn't feel grateful, but felt helpless.

"It would be better to let me and Rungomignard take a bath."

"Maybe it's easier to die once."

Machima propped her cheek and said something that wasn't a joke.

"Death, and then come back to life, the bathing is directly saved, how wonderful~"

"That won't work."

Belfast didn't care about Mazima's words, she smiled slightly, and gently placed her right hand wrapped in a white silk sleeve on her flat belly.

"This body still has the breath and smell of Sakura-sama, I don't want to throw it away casually."

"cut....."

Mazima snorted, shrugged her shoulders, and said nothing more after that.

Lungominiad had left to wash herself, and she had the same habit as Belfast, but she left before Belfast could speak.

Although she is used to this home, she is still not used to some things.

For example, talk in the rhythm of Belfast and Marchma.

Although they are cruel gods, their views and actions on some things have exceeded the level that she can hardly accept as a god.

"Miss Belfast, I will go with you."

hand of Alfaster.

Given the choice between Marchma and Belfast she would undoubtedly choose the latter.

"Let's go."

Belfast smiled slightly, and she also liked this new partner very much.

After all, she is a child that Sakura-sama also likes.

But I'm really envious, such a figure......

Looking at the body perfectly presented by the sexy tights.

Even some hidden curves were not spared, perfectly presented by the abnormal tights.

That proud figure made the maid a little jealous.

Even their mother-in-law couldn't compare to her figure.

No wonder even Sakura said that this child has an obscene figure.

And isn't this really a sexy tights?

It is unbelievable to say that it is a combat uniform!

Seventy, a world fed by flesh and blood

Underworld.

There is no such thing as hell in this world.

Even the place where demons live is not hell but the devil world.

And at this moment, the underworld is in Sakura's hands.

Belfast and Lungominiad have already cleaned up the situation for her, and there is no life in the entire underworld now.

Something seems to be missing though, but that's not important anymore.

Seeing the blue-gray sphere in her hand, the so-called underworld, Sakura smiled lightly.

The huge power of space continuously poured into the underworld in her hand along with her thoughts, and the subtle voice kept ringing, which was the mourning of the underworld.