"I understand, but... I do have some questions."
Fujimaru Rika raised one of his hands.
"Mr. Napoleon, you said that the foundation of the anecdote belt is the imaginary tree. If you cut down the imaginary tree, you can clear the anecdote belt from the surface... right?"
She and Napoleon looked at each other, looking at each other's eyes.
Her eyes were trembling slightly.
"That's right."
Napoleon nodded.
In fact, he almost guessed what Fujimaru Rika wanted to ask.
"When...what will happen to the people in this strange belt after they are clear?"
The strange band is different from the special point.
Special points are rooted in the history of pan-human history. If there is a change, you only need to erase the specificity that causes the change, and the special points will return to the correct history. Even if there is a slight change, there will be no special consequences.
But strange stories are different.
The strange-talk belt is also a history of error, but it has continued to the modern history of error.
Such a wrong history was nailed to the white-papered earth through the roots of fantasy.
In other words—
"The strange-talk belt is actually a [possibility of civilization]. Even if it is a wrong possibility in our opinion, it is a possibility that it has gone through the years and has been fixed in this place."
Napoleon looked at Fujimaru Rika's eyes and told the truth in a serious tone.
"So, this is a [world]."
"The fantasy tree is the cornerstone of the world, the cornerstone used to realize this possibility."
"Cut down the fantasy trees and eliminate the strange belts, in fact, it is-"
“…Destroy, the world.”
Fujimaru Rika's hands drooped.
To be precise-
It was [falling].
Smashed on the edge of the bed.
"How... maybe..."
Mashu also opened his head and the biggest. If she looked closely, her shoulders were trembling slightly.
"Destroy the world, everything that exists in this world will disappear, and the wrong history disappears with the roots of fantasy, as if it has never existed."
"Yes, completely destroying this strange belt, completely destroying this history, this civilization, and the world, is what we are doing now."
Bang.
Napoleon had already stood up at some point, knelt in front of Fujimaru Rika on one knee, and put one hand on Fujimaru Rika's shoulder.
“But we have no choice.”
"As the Lord of Chaldes--you know."
Fujimaru Rika's body shook violently.
yes.
What you know.
This is competition.
The man named Kilshtalya once said that there is a need for competition among strange-talk belts.
Although he is not sure what kind of competition it is, from the things he is experiencing in front of him, what he wants to select is [History].
A completely different history from the history of pan-humanity.
Seven strange belts, seven possibilities - what exactly does he want to do?
Fujimaru Rika didn't know.
There is too little information.
Too little, too little.
It is simply not enough to make more effective inferences and judgments.
Kilshtalya also said that this competition prohibits the participation of the pan-human history led by them, and will not set up seats for them to watch the game.
But they still drove in the submarine and forcibly broke in.
——Now, they seem to have participated in this competition.
"Really, do you want to destroy the world?"
Fujimaru Rika didn't want to look up.
She didn't want Napoleon and Nolra - she didn't want Mathue to see her current eyes.
Why?
Why—ah?
Why did I regroup and want to fight again?
Isn’t it to save the world?
But now you want to tell me, I want to destroy this world?
This world is wrong - Fujimaru Rika recognizes this, the gods in this world are kind and self-righteous, and there is no so-called civilization in this world, this world...
But she never thought about [destroying] this world.
She subconsciously brought the special thinking to the stranger, and never thought about the fundamental difference between the special and stranger.
To save, to destroy.
To survive, to kill.
To survive, you must cut off other people's life.
"What's the reason!!!"
She stood up suddenly.
"senior......!"
Mashu was startled and looked at Fujimaru Rika in a daze.
"......sorry."
Shaking his head tremblingly, Fujimaru Rika sat down again.
Napoleon sighed, shook his head gently, stood up, and sat back.
He did not expect Fujimaru Rika to figure out everything immediately and carry out actions to destroy the world.
It is expected that Tsukimaru Takika would make such a reaction - this reaction will only occur after understanding the current situation.
She used to be a hero who saved the world. Although no one knew it, the sense of honor and pride were hidden in her heart.
But now, you tell her that if you want to save your own world, you can only destroy other worlds?
No one can stand such a gap, no one.
But the facts will not change because of anybody's thoughts.
Competition is so cruel.
Only one history that will eventually remain on this planet.
With seven strange stories and pan-human history, there can only be one winner in all directions.
For Chaldean and for Tsubata Rika, the winner must be them, and must be pan-human history.
so--
She wants to destroy seven worlds.
Empty all the lives in the seven worlds and kill them all.
"I......"
"Yes, be quiet..."
Fujimaru Rika squeezed out these two sentences in a trembling and suppressed voice.
Holding his head, Fujimaru Rika stood up and walked out of the cave staggeringly.
"......senior!"
Mashu realized it and wanted to keep up.
But Napoleon grabbed his arm.
"Let her calm down."
Napoleon shook his head a little unbearable.
"We will soon face this real enemy with the stranger."
“Instead of letting her truly realize what she is going to do at that time, it’s better to say it out in advance now.”
“…you are painful and great people.”
He sighed.
"So it's necessary to continue fighting."
"As the last saviors, you must have such awareness."
Mashu's head stiffly twisted in the direction where Fujimaru Rika walked out, covering his mouth with one hand.
There is actually no need for them to continue fighting for the surviving pan-human history.
But since you have chosen to continue fighting, you must have the awareness of carrying this huge responsibility.
Even if the hands are stained with blood—
Even if the whole world is blocking me—
thump--
Fujimaru Rika sat in the snow.
He raised his face with tears and looked towards the sky.
Chapter completed!