"Are your eyes all right?"
Roland lifted Shiki Ryougi's bangs and stroked her forehead, which felt somewhat hot even in the snowy winter. With Root Shiki's words laying the groundwork, he had mentally prepared himself for many things.
So he had no intention of asking questions everywhere. Instead, he followed the mood between them and did what came naturally.
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were terrifying Mystic Eyes. Though they manifested as cuts along vulnerabilities that were inherently easy to destroy, the ultimate result once those lines were severed was the very concept of an end.
It was not physical destruction, but the erasure of existence.
Everything was certain to reach a time when it ended and perished.
And the moment of that end had already been determined at the instant of its birth-its so-called time of death. Wherever there was a beginning, there had to be an end; thus, it could be returned to nothingness.
So long as its line of death was cut, regardless of its strength or nature, it would proceed directly to its recorded end.
Under normal circumstances, even an ordinary person who possessed these eyes could, at most, interfere with the death of living things. Elusive concepts were far more difficult.
But Shiki Ryougi was different. Because of her special origin, her understanding of concepts was exceptional. She could even kill information such as a fixed future, so the girl often pushed herself.
Trying to observe Roland, who had no concept of death, would inevitably cause some overload.
Shiki Ryougi shook her head gently without answering.
But then, as though afraid Roland would worry, she explained.
"I had this experience in the future. I kept it within limits. I'll be fine after resting a while."
She had considered countless times what she would do