I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

The moment he uttered the forbidden incantation, a change occurred, as he clung to the fact that he was not human.

I knew instinctively that he was the monster himself.

But why not be afraid?

All I felt was an incurable sorrow.

“Ugh—!”

His vision became increasingly clear.

Du Wei raised his hands, which were stiff as steel, and comforted her as if protecting snowflakes.

He was desperately trying to regain his composure.

He constantly suppressed the murderous intent surging within him.

I am truly grateful to her.

If Morgan hadn't come to my aid, I might have remained immersed in the killing.

He loved her, deeply loved her pure self.

We must protect and cherish it no matter what.

The desire in my heart has never been so clear.

"Thank you."

Du Wei thanked them with perfect clarity of mind.

His words contained so much emotion.

Perhaps this 1.1 is why Morgan sensed the bride's feelings.

Because this demon is very gentle, treating me like a fragile object.

Morgan knew that there was one thing Dewey valued more than anything else.

That is to protect the "important things" that you deeply love.

Please, I must protect this person.

This is the only person I should take too far away.

Even she, who had reached the divine realm in the field of magic, couldn't help but pray, though she didn't know where she wanted to send the prayer.

He was fully aware of the sin he had committed at that moment.

It was also because Morgan held this view.

That's why Du Wei is willing to go to any lengths to protect her, even if it means enduring the pain she's in now.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Developments Beyond the Script [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Morgan and Dewey were practically inseparable.

At the same time, she looked at her lover's posture.

Its skin was as hard as red iron, and its eyes, filled with a blood-red killing intent, looked like a rusty sword.

It was none other than someone else who made him like this.

It was someone who shared the same ideals as him.

There is nothing I can do for him.

Morgan clearly wanted to cure Duve, but he didn't know how to save him from this ocean of suffering.

If such protection causes him so much pain.

She would rather Du Wei give up on her.

If you think it's too heavy, just throw it away.

Use your hands to end it all.

There's no need to show such a pained expression anymore; there's no longer a need to endure injury while suffering like this.

I want to say these words to him.

However, as if he had guessed beforehand, Du Wei spoke to Morgan in his arms in advance.

"Shut up."

Extremely simple words of dissuasion.

His tone was very strong, but he didn't seem to mean to scold Morgan.

I can't say much in this state.

Therefore, he could only utter such a simple two words.

Its original intention seems to be to say: "This is a choice I made, so don't say I don't cherish myself, I won't accept that."

Du Wei doesn't protect things in order to gain anything.

He just wanted to preserve the beauty here.

"Get out of here quickly."

Du Wei did not spend much time with Morgan.

The current situation does not allow it.

I don’t know when the killing intent within me will surge again, so I need to get Morgan off the battlefield as soon as possible before that happens.

He already has a way to deal with the current situation.

He felt the killing intent surge up again.

This fundamental reason stems from the impact of the guillotine.

The color, tinged with murderous intent, was being applied to the sword's blade; there was only one way to sever this anomaly.

Du Wei reached out and slowly pushed Morgan away.

The seductive words of the venomous snake on the "seat" kept reaching his ears.

This guy said he wanted to help.

What will happen if this continues?

Du Wei knew what he was thinking.

I am definitely not that venomous snake's puppet.

My dream will continue through my own efforts.

The right hand, which had lost consciousness and was holding the sword of dominion, trembled slightly as it thrust the blade out in an unwillingness to submit.

Du Wei is currently in an incomplete state of integration.

Therefore, it can be said that there are two sacred relics in his body: the Sword of Domination and the Guillotine.

Artifacts in a fused state are not stable.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been influenced by his bloodlust.

The fact that the Sword of Domination became tainted with the color of slaughter caused its host to go berserk, and the mastermind behind this is self-evident.

Only that guy could do that.

Currently, there are ways to stop it.

If the manipulation of the relic is precise enough, it is possible to do something incredible.

That means only attacking the soul.

Do not choose to attack the physical body.

*Pfft!*

Du Wei swung his blade not at anyone else, but at his own chest.

Vibrant blood splattered in the air.

Morgan witnessed this scene up close.

"Du Wei!?"

She screamed in extreme anxiety.

I can't understand why Du Wei did this.

Even if one didn't want to destroy Britain, there was no need to commit such a foolish act of suicide.

When she wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, a blurry figure flew out of Du Wei's body.

The blade did more than just pierce the chest.

The connection between the Sword of Domination and the Guillotine was temporarily severed, shattering the golden-haired girl's iron-like mental wall.