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

Quality is surging like never before.

The wave that purified and eliminated all things in the universe is spreading at an unprecedented speed, gradually covering the entire planet.

Soon this planet will transform.

The final chapter will be the Day of God's Wrath.

They are determined to take down the root of all tragedies in the world from that divine position, at all costs.

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Next, I'll write about the wrath of the gods; it'll be a short piece.

Chapter 1 The Meaning of the fledgling [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

This is Suwahara City, Japan.

Suwahara City covers a vast area, with the central area shown in the image serving as its main stage.

Including this city, this city is a government-designated city with a total urban population of 800,000.

However, the total population appears to have remained unchanged for about a decade. That is, the annual number of immigrants and emigrants, as well as the number of deaths and births, shows a static population growth of zero.

The city has a unique nickname: "Getto".

This is also the final stage of the Day of God's Wrath.

There is a church on the outskirts of this city, which is considered one of the older buildings in the city.

Its overall style is Romanesque.

It is an extremely luxurious and solemn building, inexplicably magnificent and spacious, yet full of an ancient and pungent atmosphere.

Du Wei, who once purified the world of others, is now here.

He's been coming to this church for more than just a day or two.

I've come here almost every day this month, but I haven't prayed. I just sit quietly on the bench and do nothing.

In reality, not many people care.

Because not many people usually come to this church.

Logically speaking, a church with such a large area should need at least twenty or thirty nuns to do cleaning, prayer, and other tasks.

But there was only one priest and one nun here.

Therefore, the situation inside the church was quite chaotic, with too many rooms making it impossible to organize effectively.

The church's situation seemed quite strange to others.

However, given how long it has existed in the city, many people have accepted this situation without giving it much thought.

Therefore, is it normal for Du Wei to come here?

Of course not, he's no ordinary person.

"Du Weijun, you've come here again today, doing nothing? How leisurely. What's this again? Unemployed? Or a vagrant?"

The gentle tone broke the silence in the church.

I slightly opened my eyes and saw a girl in a school uniform. In the dim light, her striking silver hair emitted a faint glow.

"Isn't the church a place that offers solace to others? Is there anything wrong with me sitting here and passing the time?"

Du Wei had no intention of getting up from his seat.

The silver-haired girl seemed familiar with his leisurely attitude and unceremoniously sat down on the same bench as him.

It's not really a problem to say she was impolite.

Because she grew up in this church, raised by the nuns and priests there.

Reia Himuro.

This is the name of the girl sitting next to Du Wei.

He remembered the name clearly.

What impressed Du Wei most was her sharp tongue; almost every conversation would begin with a pungent and cunning angle.

It's not a question of whether it's difficult or not to deal with.

The way she started the conversation was both laughable and pathetic; if it were someone else, they would probably find it difficult to get along with her.

A cool and aloof lily exuding an imposing aura.

She gives off a similar impression, but in reality, she is a lonely girl who desperately wants to communicate with the outside world.

Being sharp-tongued is just part of my nature.

"Passing time... you mean sitting still like this? Or are you the type who just lets your mind go blank? I never would have guessed."

"Hey, there's no need to say that, is there?"

"Mmm...mmm...just kidding..."

Lingai ate the sandwich she had brought while speaking slowly and calmly, her expression as still as a calm lake.

He said those compelling words very naturally.

And after realizing it, they showed no remorse whatsoever, their faces seemingly saying they would do it again next time, which was both laughable and pathetic.

"You're back from school? I don't remember you guys getting out of school this early."

"I took leave because school was a bit boring, so I imitated what a bad student does. Du Weijun, aren't you going to thank me? I'm using my leave time to chat with you here now."

"To be cared about so much... I am truly humbled, but being a bad student is not suitable for me... Is there something you want to tell me?"

Du Wei could easily see through Ling Ai.

And this isn't the first time Ling'ai has said this; she's been talking to him for a while almost every month.

The time it takes to arrive is getting longer and longer.

It's not that Du Wei dislikes this, but he is slightly concerned about Ling Ai's thoughts; it's obvious that she has a lot on her mind.

"...Now only this place...is meaningful."

Ling Ai turned her head as if muttering something.

The sound was so soft that it was inaudible.

Requesting flowers?

Du Wei was slightly different from ordinary people, and he heard these muttered words.

I don't intend to start a conversation about this.

If Ling'ai has nothing to say, then it wouldn't make any difference if Du Wei brought it up himself.

"Du Weijun, do you think... if the purpose of a fledgling bird's birth is simply to provide food for wild animals... then is its birth meaningful...?"

Ling'ai lowered her head, a strange sadness in her expression.

The atmosphere in the air became much heavier than before, revealing an unbearable sense of rejection.

It felt like being drowning in the deep sea.

"It has meaning...at least the brilliance displayed when the fledgling spreads its wings as it grows is incomparably beautiful..."

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"Beauty... but what should we do...?"

Ling'ai wanted to ask something else.

Suddenly, footsteps coming from the left side of the church interrupted her.

It seemed as if this was a bell tolling to signal the end, and Ling'ai swallowed her words and returned to silence.

"Theresa, you're back faster than usual."

"Another leave request? Never mind, I have other things to discuss later. We need to talk to Du Weijun about something now."

The two people who came were a priest and a nun from this church.

The priest's name was Valeria Torifa.

The nun's name was Lisa Brenner.

They were nominally Ling'ai's adoptive parents, but their youthful appearances made something seem off.

"Understood, then I'll leave this place to you."

Ling'ai left her seat without saying anything more.

The couple were quite helpless about their daughter's reaction, but now was not the time to worry about such things.

Lisa and Valyria's identities are not simple.

Du Wei understood their reasons for coming here.

"Oh, so Reinhardt summoned you? If so, it means your ceremony is about to begin. Am I right?"