Obsidia stood tall in front of the door. The small, repetitive vibrations she had felt earlier on the floor vanished. Obsidia released her left hand from Ascella's collar and gripped the round doorknob.
The doorknob moved as her arm turned it to the left. The mechanism inside the door rotated and began to grind. A click was heard; the door opened and pushed inward with little resistance.
Obsidia's nose, which had been breathing normally until then, suddenly began to take short breaths.
"The smell of blood...," Obsidia muttered.
Obsidia pulled her hand away from the doorknob, regripping the collar of Ascella's shirt, who had been leaning against her heels.
Obsidia's foot swung forward, pushing the door to open wider. She took a few slow steps, before stopping not far from the doorway.
The weak candlelight began to spread throughout the room.
Wood splinters were scattered everywhere.
Right in front of Obsidia's feet.
Splatters of blood covered the floor.
And.
Thick blood was visible, flowing slowly toward where she stood.
Seeing this, Obsidia pulled her foot back slightly.
Obsidia's chest expanded and she began to let out a long breath.
Her eyes began to follow the source of the blood flow on the floor.
Until her eyes locked onto the center.
A few steps from where she stood.
The corpse of a man with an unrecognizable face.
A pool of thick blood gathered around his body.
Leather shoes stepped firmly into the pool of blood on the floor. Two legs stood strong among the corpse of the stranger. His back was to the candlelight. As if realizing the presence of someone nearby, he began to turn his body toward the only source of light in the room.
A young boy faced Obsidia directly. His feet lifted slowly. A wet, heavy sound was heard with every step he took.
Slowly, the candlelight illuminated his body completely. He stopped walking. Exactly about three steps in front of where Obsidia stood.
White shards were embedded in the knuckles of his right hand. Blood flowed continuously from there. Until it fell, wetting the already dirty floor.
The sound of breath being drawn in slowly and exhaled calmly. It could be heard from the boy standing before Obsidia, his head slightly bowed.
"...It feels so strange." Brownish-black bangs were slightly long, covering his forehead.
Slowly, as he lifted his head right after saying that, the candlelight began to illuminate every part of his face.
The face of a young boy standing almost level with Obsidia's shoulders.
Splatters of red stains remained.
That face looked at Obsidia.
His eyes were black with a slightly reddish hue.
Staring without expression, as if nothing at all was happening inside him.
Obsidia, who was slightly hunched, returned the gaze of the person in front of her.
"...Sin-hart. It really is him," she said, though her voice barely left her lips.
"You are the woman's voice that spoke to me earlier, aren't you?" asked the boy known as Sinhart.
Without waiting for an answer from Obsidia, his left hand moved, his arm brushing away the hair that slightly covered his vision.
Right after lowering his hand and his eyes looked clearly, he continued speaking.
"My head hurts so much... I hate it, this kind of feeling," Sinhart continued.
Obsidia did not answer yet, only staring as she had been doing. Right after Sinhart's last sentence, she raised her left hand. Her soft palm blocked and covered her vision.
Her palm, which held no warmth, slowly descended, tightening her closed eyelids until the gap between her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
For a moment, Obsidia fell silent and began to think.
It cannot be understood, let alone fixed.
His reincarnation soul has become disgusting.
There is no turning back.
What has ruined him?
Am I the one to blame?
I cannot, this is beyond my understanding.
Too much for one day...
A loud, heavy thud sounded near Obsidia. As if something solid had struck something soft. Yet, Obsidia ignored it.
What if I cast him into the lake outside?
No, there is a possibility he has the ability to swim.
Even without using that overflowing Anima energy within him.
He has already killed one adult.
He had already killed one sorcerer.
As the sound of the thud rang out repeatedly and did not stop, Obsidia's hand slowly moved away from her face, and her eyelids began to open slowly.
Hah...
Luckily... Tezza is not here.
Besides the fact that she would definitely vomit upon seeing that corpse.
Something unwanted could have happened.
The person wearing this child's body...
Perhaps it is truly broken now.
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