Natsuki Subaru stood at the doorway.
He looked at the hellish scene inside the room.
His expression first went blank with shock, then gradually shifted into despair and collapse. Finally, his features twisted under the weight of that pain.
"...Hm?"
At the same time, one of the men in the room seemed to notice him.
He was an extremely bizarre-looking fellow, dressed in a dark reddish-purple robe nearly identical to those worn by the corpses in the courtyard.
But since he was not wearing a mask,
his abstract and eerie face was fully exposed.
He had dark green hair like a watermelon-headed boy, bluish-gray skin, two bulging eyes like those of a dead fish, and a savage grin that exposed the gums on both sides of his mouth.
"E-Emilia..."
Natsuki Subaru stared vacantly at everything in the room, his entire being dazed and broken.
"Who are you?"
The strange man across from him froze for a moment, but soon seemed to sense something from Natsuki Subaru. He furrowed his brow uncertainly. "Could it be... you are 'Pride'?"
But Natsuki Subaru ignored him.
He merely staggered into the room, dropped to his knees, and tremblingly reached toward the countless scraps on the floor, as if he wanted to piece her back together like a puzzle.
Unfortunately, that was destined to be impossible.
After all, Emilia had now been smeared across the entire room.
Other than a few strands of hair, half an eyeball, and several fingers on the floor, there was not even a fragment more intact than those.
What was more, black flames were still burning over Natsuki Subaru's body.
If he touched them, he would only burn away everything she had left behind.
"Aha! I understand now!"
Natsuki Subaru was already drowning in grief, yet the green-haired freak kept