She was already someone about to die. What was wrong with being a little narcissistic?
After all, who would care?
A sudden, inexplicable disgust toward the Schicksal Bishop rose in Raven's heart... That lofty feeling of deciding others' life and death, even treating them as game data...
It really resembled certain things from her hometown.
But what use was disgust?
Raven's heart sank again. Her forebears had failed to defeat those bloodsucking beasts, and she had no ability to bring down Schicksal's master either...
All she could do was buy someone a little time.
She slowed her pace, seemingly trying to stall for time.
But soon, even she found such behavior laughable. Even if she fought for it this way, she could only gain another dozen or so minutes.
As though faced with some kind of trial, the woman stopped before the main gate leading to the final area of the Elysian Realm, as if she were about to make a difficult decision.
After a long while, she spoke.
"This is the terminal. If you don't want to go in, I can prepare some bedding for you. You can stay here by the door for a few days."
"Although it'll only let you live another day or two, living another day or two is still a good thing."
Bringing him to the Elysian Realm was the task she had received. Whether he entered or not was beyond the scope of her mission. If the vessel lingered outside, that had nothing to do with her...
This was probably the limit of what she could do for him.
"Dead sooner or later, it's all the same, Sister Raven."
But the boy merely smiled, his expression easygoing.
"Rather than cling to life here, I'd rather gamble on whether I can kill the Lord