Lin Yan simply could not give definite answers to those questions. They had never possessed the prerequisite of wanting to live.
The girls grabbed Lin Yan's arms. Wearing expressions halfway between tears and smiles, they melted into a mass and seeped into Lin Yan's body.
"The world is very ugly. We all know that. Even so, do you still want to live?"
Those words inflicted incomparably tremendous harm upon the heart of the boy who still did not know what the world was. Ruler had likewise been drawn into the girls' nightmare. Now, Ruler was walking down a street permeated by the stench of decaying creatures.
"Is this Britain?"
Although Trifas from before had medieval-style buildings, its streets had still been kept clean and orderly. Here, however, was the complete opposite. Though the buildings were of the relatively familiar modern style from Laeticia's memories, the place was filled with an unbearable sense of danger and filth.
This was the city where Jack the Ripper had been born. Freezing fog, a dim and gloomy night. Ruler walked down such a street.
Before she knew it, she had removed her armor, and the Holy Standard she always carried was no longer in her hand. Yet she felt no unease because of it and continued straight ahead openly.
She had already roughly grasped the nature of these phantoms. As for how to escape this place—no, how to defeat the other side—she had confidence in that as well.
It was a tragic thing. Even if the result was happiness, someone still had to endure the suffering before reaching it.
Innocent people, innocent children, beings like crystallizations of purity.
"Even so, we can only keep moving forward by defeating them."
The look in Ruler's eyes as she murmured to herself conveyed a powerful will. It