627 625 Lane wishes

"Ask again. Is there any way Romeo and Zero Thread don't have to die?

"I don't."

In response to Fran's question, Weena Lane answers her hair instantly with a sense of intimidation. I don't think there's an island to install.

But I get it. There's a hidden truth behind that word.

"Fran...... it's a lie"

(Now, of Wiener Lane?

"Oh, yeah."

I mean, there's a way to do it without sacrificing Romeo and the others.

"... Shh."

I'm not lying.

"I knew you were lying."

The word that it wasn't a lie was a lie.

"Tell me how the Romeos don't have to die!

"... I don't"

"Shh."

"... Shit"

You must have seen Fran with a sure expression and understood that your lies were perfectly discerning. Weena Lane's eyes narrowed sharply.

More intimidation emanating from that body. You could already call it killing.

"I'm telling you I'm not here. So you're not convinced?

"Mmm."

"... ha"

Obviously irritating. But still, all of a sudden I'm just not trying to get rid of Fran, the distinction seems to remain.

No, because you're in the middle of a ritual, you just can't attack?

The killings unleashed by Wiener Lane are, strangely enough, disastrous.

Is this Weena Lane? No, is this the real Weena Lane?

Wiener Lane opens her mouth again in an abominable tone.

"So what if a different person dies?

"What do you mean?

"We rule things without killing Romeo and Zero Thread. Let's say there was such a way. What would you do if that was, in the end, a way to sacrifice a different person?

"Who is it?

"For example."

"It's..."

"I don't give a shit about the sacrifice."

That's when Fran tried to open his mouth. I heard a girl's voice so as to block the word.

"... Huh?

Weena Lane looks behind Fran and opens her eyes. That's a stunning look. A faceless expression from anger. And from frustration to amazement, you're pretty busy.

"... lane... what...?

Weena Lane squeaks with a rubbed voice. Yes, the identity of the voice that has been intruding was Lane, a spiritual girl with beautiful odd eyes.

"Hey, you look different?

"For me to be a spirit, my appearance is just a thing of sorts... For once, can I say this is who I really am?

As Fran says, Lane looks quite different floating on the ground sleuth. Had it not been for the same color of voice and eyes, you might not have known instantly.

The look of Lane today is very luxurious, thin, and a colourful reflection of the characteristics of the elves, as convincingly said to be Weena Lane and the twins. Long ears, too.

"I'm glad you survived. Fran."

I wondered which mouth would say it, but I don't find the words ironic or malicious. From the bottom of his heart, he seemed pleased with Fran's safety.

"Long time no see, Weena."

"Yes! It's been hundreds of years..."

"Already, the Great Warcraft will be resurrected even if left alone. Because it doesn't matter anymore if I and the lane in you are attracted to each other."

Speaking of which, if Weena Lane gets too close to the lake, the Great Warcraft will activate and loosen its seal.

So I guess Lane didn't get to see Weena Lane. But you mean there's no point in not seeing each other anymore than the resurrection can already be stopped?

But the two expressions contrasted. Weena Lane looks like she's about to cry. But what was in it was undoubtedly a joy.

But Lane is faceless. Besides, there was no color of joy there. Instead, you even look disappointed.

But for what? Besides, I don't even know what the word meant earlier.

"Hey. What do you mean you don't care about sacrifice?

"Hehe. Because I'm the one who's gonna make the sacrifice."

"Huh?"

Passing next to Fran leaning his neck, Lane advanced soooo far in front of Weena Lane.

"Weena Lane...... You're gonna re-seal the Great Warcraft, aren't you?

"That's right. Now I can use the communion of the Evil God to take it to the re-seal. Right?"

"... right. Re-seal, you might be able to"

"Isn't it?

"But you do understand, don't you? I don't want it."

Shortly after Lane tells him so, Weena Lane gives him a crying look now.

"... the purpose of the lane is, what? Revive the Great Warcraft, what do you want?

"I do, I want to perish. That's why we have trouble re-sealing it."

"Why do you want to perish?

After all, I was dissatisfied with being sealed and wondering if you were looking for a resurrection. Either way, Lane and the Great Warcraft are connected, and I've unsealed them myself.

But apparently, her motives aren't what we thought they were.

"Come on, I want to let you go."

You don't want to be released, you want to give it to me? I mean, isn't this what you are?

"Weena Lane...... You could destroy me."

……

To Lane's words, it was silent that Weena Lane returned it. But the passion that swirls within it is evidenced by the red blood, which flows from between the fists that are gripped hard.

"Weena Lane -"

"No! Why should I destroy you?

"Please."

"No! No! I will never allow you to be gone!

So screaming Weena Lane looked like a waster.