I'll Give You Back a Girl
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Ash's hands slipped from the steering wheel and hung weakly at his sides. He was exhausted too. While he had tortured Amilo countless times, Amilo had also broken every bone in his body bit by bit. Several of his fractured ribs had already pierced into his lungs, and after enduring this freezing rain and hail for so long, even the blood flowing from him was cold. At any moment, his head might tilt to the side and he would sink into eternal sleep.
If Tama Hill had not taught him those inhuman techniques that only monsters could master, he would never have been able to hold on until now. So he was deeply glad he had met the Death Knell Black Crow—not only because she had taught him those techniques, but even more because she had shown Ash that when facing fate, the weak did not only have to flee or endure. They could also defy every judgment in the world like monsters.
When a spellcaster lost all miracles, his only choice was to become a monster whose very blood was cold.
But monsters did not quietly drift into eternal sleep. They could only die roaring on the road of a charge.
Thick blood dripped down his fingers onto the sword hilt. Ash raised his head to look at Starry Sky, but his gaze was so unruly it was as if he were looking down on her. "The Supreme Holy Grail is in your hands, and standing before you is nothing more than a life as humble as dust. There's no one left who can stop you from climbing to an even higher peak."
"No, there still is."
Unexpectedly, Starry Sky slowly shook her head. "I still need