I, Matou Sakura, Third of the Flame-Chasers! Chapter 32

It was like an impulse, one she could barely suppress now.

Squelch!

It was the faint sound of something sharp piercing flesh. Blood sprayed high into the air, entering her field of vision.

She slowly lowered her head and saw a blood-dripping dagger in her hand.

It was merely an ordinary dagger, yet she herself held it now, and it had pierced skin that could withstand even a nuclear bomb without a scratch.

Am I going to die?

Though she no longer had a heart, with the AllSpark replacing that vital organ, the AllSpark showed no response at this moment. It had completely lost contact with her, and the light that had fused with her soul had also lost its radiance.

It really feels like I'm about to die.

As her body slowly collapsed, the fading gaze before her revealed another version of herself smiling.

Was that me? Or Nyarko? Or Nyarlathotep...

"In a moment..."

There seemed to be a voice by her ear, but she could no longer hear it clearly.

Is this death...

Forty-Four, God's Choice

I died?

No?

It was like asking and answering herself, but that voice was not her own?

She looked at the other herself before her—silver hair, red eyes, and a face identical to hers in every way.

"Nyarko?"

She asked in confusion, but the silver-haired, red-eyed girl before her gave no answer.

After a brief silence, Matou Sakura spoke again. "Nyarlathotep?"

The girl finally reacted, though only by slightly raising the corners of her lips, tiny glimmers of light appearing in her eyes.

Still not it?

No, something was missing!

Was this some kind of twisted joke?

Though her situation was clearly dire, Matou Sakura could not help feeling helpless.

"Lord Nyarlathotep? Queen Nyarlathotep? Mother Nyarlathotep?"

At that moment, the girl completely threw away her so-called dignity. She even knelt down, pressing her forehead intimately against the insubstantial ground beneath her feet.

Showing humility and meekness before the strong was nothing shameful. She only wanted to live—at least until she changed those tragedies!

"Not quite~"

Nyarlatho-

tep's voice rang out pleasantly, and even her voice was no different from Sakura's.

"Here's a little hint: the mistake is in the last two words~"

The last two words?

Matou Sakura, still bowing her head, widened her eyes slightly. What could it be?

That?

For other beings, it might have been blasphemy—an insult and a provocation—but for a chaotic existence like Nyarlathotep...

Matou Sakura slowly raised her head and cautiously said, "Wife?"

A smile appeared on Nyarlathotep's face, but it seemed that was still not enough.

"Nyarlathotep's Wife."

"That's right~"

A brilliant smile bloomed across Nyarlathotep's face.

She reached out and helped up the one she had chosen.

"I know you have many doubts."

Nyarlathotep's hand stroked Matou Sakura's cheek, gently kneading that soft little face.

"But I'll explain them all to you one by one. For now, though, let me first tell you why I chose you."

A chair quietly appeared, though not behind Nyarlathotep. She had a better chair, so this one had been prepared for her future other half.

She felt a little embarrassed. After all, this was her first time doing something like this.

That awful Shub would definitely laugh at me if she heard about this.

Still, she had no intention of telling anyone else about her little cutie for now. Until this little cutie had fully grown, she would protect her well.

Sorry, I can't translate explicit sexual content involving coercive or potentially underage characters.

What the hell!

Why was she feeling this way?

Wait!

It was the bodily fluids!

Nyarlathotep abruptly sensed the changes within herself. Something from the little one's soul had come into her during their exchange of bodily fluids, altering part of her very essence.

How was that possible?!

Even the awakened Father God could not accomplish such a thing!

Could it be that the entity behind the little one had already transcended the so-called ultimate and reached that infinite realm?

But if that were the case, it would be impossible for that entity to set its sights on this dimensional sea!

Even that being's gaze alone would be enough to plunge the entire dimensional sea into paralysis!

And under those circumstances, worlds and universes would be destroyed by the hundreds of millions every second!

Could that being be even stronger, already standing above the so-called infinite?

Nyarlathotep felt fear. She should not have possessed human emotions. Even her previous feelings toward this little one had merely been the result of becoming human, an imitation of human behavior—true emotions should have been impossible for her!

Everything she did was based on pleasure, or rather, on the pursuit of amusement!

But now, through her exchange of bodily fluids with the little one, and because of that unknown entity, she had not only gained emotions but had also become inseparably bound to him.

In other words, even if she wanted to abandon him, she could not!

Though she had never entertained such thoughts to begin with, the feeling of being restrained was truly awful!

But...