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

It's not a question of whether or not to accept the apology.

He doesn't actually feel guilty about his actions.

"Hmph, I'll leave this place to you two for now. If there were a third party like me, you wouldn't be able to enjoy yourselves as much, would you?"

Mercury seemed to be anticipating something as it spoke.

He vanished like dust, leaving no trace of his coming and going.

Only Du Wei and the golden figure remain in the dream space.

Gold was not surprised by his best friend's departure, after all, he usually preferred to stay behind the scenes and not actively participate in the battle.

"State your name, lovely sacrifice. I am Reinhard. First of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance at the Black Round Table, the Destroyer—Reinhard Tristan Jürgen Heydrich. Avoid the Light of Love, and you could call me a devilish man by Karl."

Reinhardt introduced himself to Duve.

He was known as the decapitation officer of the Third Reich and was a notorious figure in human history.

The Black Prince, symbolizing the skull of the dead.

The quality of its own existence here is absolutely abnormal.

"Aren't you going to tell me your real name? One-sided love can be really disheartening sometimes."

Reinhardt was not annoyed.

A subtle, enigmatic smile graced his face.

“My name is Duvie Reinhard. You didn’t come here for a simple reason, did you? State your purpose.”

Du Wei's attitude leaned towards keeping strangers at arm's length.

I don't want to stay here for even a second longer.

If Du Wei could wake up from this terrible illusion, he would have no desire to leave.

Whether it's mercury or Reinhardt.

Getting involved with them is rarely a good thing.

"I've come here simply to meet you. Karl said that you and I share the same perspective, so I wanted to see if you were any different. Now it seems that you are far more interesting than I imagined, far surpassing ordinary people."

The golden beast smiled faintly.

He fears nothing; everything except himself is bait and toys.

Its essence can be gradually glimpsed from the very beginning of the conversation.

He can only be described as a destructive tyrant caused by natural disasters; no one can equate him with anyone else.

As a leader with absolutely terrifying power, he uses his extraordinary charisma to bind anyone and prevent them from letting go.

"Can you see my true self? If you can, I will be eternally grateful. Only a battle can satisfy the beast's thirst. You must also be a bloodthirsty beast, and I can smell it."

Reinhardt laughed with delight.

That kind of penetrating gaze is repulsive, and can even stir up a hint of murderous intent in one's heart.

There's a feeling that I share with him in some way (he's doing well).

Upon realizing this, Du Wei immediately refuted it in his mind.

How could that be? Am I the same as him?

Do not make jokes.

"So you're saying you won't leave unless we fight, right?"

“That’s right. I’m very pleased that you understand it this way. Fighting is our instinct, and there’s nothing wrong with following our instincts.”

A terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from Reinhardt.

Even though what descended here was merely an afterimage, one could still vaguely see the millions of souls hidden within its body.

No, it's not just a million, it's far more than that.

That was a hellish, hellish scene.

...divide...line...

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The previous chapter is currently under review; I'll have to wait until it's released... What a pity.

I spent a little time brainstorming the plot yesterday, so the update was a bit slow. I hope you can forgive me.

Chapter Three: Let's Play Together! [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

(P.S.: The picture shows Margaret, or Mary for short.)

Du Wei wasn't the only one to witness the army of skeletons; a girl residing within a relic also saw it.

Long before Duvey turned Britain into a demonic realm.

As the spirit of the relic Guillotine, Mary naturally gradually recovered from her slumber.

To Du Wei, Mary was a rather innocent and adorable girl.

Unfortunately, she didn't say much, seemingly still remembering how Du Wei had stabbed the soul with his sword during the last time he fought against the calamity.

I don't know how to treat Du Wei.

Now, the situation has changed.

“Du Wei... I’m not quite sure….”

Her voice entered my mind.

It felt like I was in chaos.

"I don't know, I don't know. What is this? Who is that person? I'm so...so...how can I describe this feeling..."

Mary's voice was timid and fearful.

He observed Reinhardt during their confrontation, which is why he was afraid of Reinhardt's very existence.

The patterns engraved on the sword shimmered with red light.

The Sword of Domination and [Sin Princess. Pillar of Justice] have completely merged, successfully transforming into [Sword of Judgment. Domination].

It is a completely new artifact.

Du Wei didn't know exactly how high his status was.

Mary's soul resonated with the enormous presence 130 before her eyes, and the homogeneous souls began an endless process of increasing density.

"How terrifying—"

Mary expressed her feelings.

Like a chemical reaction, it caused a qualitative change; she could not suppress her fear when facing Reinhardt.

"How terrifying, that person is so scary—so terrifying, so terrifying. Du Wei, what should I do?"

I sensed the fear emanating from Mary.

Mary and Duve are now inseparable.

Whatever feelings arise in either party's heart, they will be felt by the other's soul.

In other words, they have a mutually reinforcing relationship.

The actions of people who feel fear, both now and in the past, can be broadly categorized into only two types.

If it weren't for escaping...

Alternatively, one could eliminate the root cause of the fear.

Just cut it off cleanly as usual.

This was all Mary could do within the limits of her understanding, and thus the desire to cut off her fear welled up within her.

It was being passed on to Du Wei.

If you're not qualified, you'll definitely be dominated by murderous intent.

Du Wei let out a breath.

He absorbed all of that murderous intent into his heart, and his deep, dark eyes revealed not a trace of emotion.

There was no disorder in my thoughts.

"Heh, good eye."

Reinhardt and Duve made eye contact.

His eyes, which shone with a burning light, were also golden, surging with a fierce fighting spirit.

The oppressive auras of the two clashed.

In terms of quality, they are roughly equal, but in terms of pressure, Duwei has the upper hand.

Reinhardt felt it was a bit of a pity.

After all, the one who came here was not his original self located in Valhalla.

Let's return to the topic of Duve and Mary.