Chapter 93

The End of Farewell

The whistling wind in her ears subsided, and the whole world became quiet. A breeze that quietly flew in through the gaps blew the strands of hair by her red ears, and those strands of intense color calmed her mind.

Suoh Mikoto remained silent, and the entire HOMRA was silent.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to have been paused.

"Alright, since you're leaving, let's say goodbye properly."

Chi said with a helpless expression, shrugged, leaned against the wall beside her, and her fingers, hidden behind her back, trembled incessantly.

It wasn't fear, it was just that my strength was rapidly waning beyond my control.

Countless emotions churned within those crimson eyes.

That was so impulsive! That colorless guy didn't even discuss it with everyone or give us a heads-up beforehand.

This is really too sudden.

The matter of the Red King will not change. He disappeared as the Red King Sword, but the Red King Sword will still stand above the head of the ruler.

After all, the Dresden Slab did not retract its power; it simply gave up on finding the next successor.

The monarchs will no longer exist.

Everything ends now.

Suoh Mikoto looked at her with an ambiguous expression: "Do you want to leave?"

Chi Yi was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "At least for now, I don't want to."

It was too sudden; we weren't prepared.

She looked around and saw that everyone seemed somewhat silent, their eyes filled with the sadness of parting.

But that's not right. She's not someone everyone can't live without. The free-spirited HOMRA shouldn't be sad because of someone who might leave at any time.

She is not a member of the Red Clan.

She was merely a Damocles' sword hanging over the king's head, destined to fall sooner or later.

So, you see... "Don't look so gloomy, it looks awful."

Chi pursed her lips, suddenly realizing that she really didn't have much of a talent for comforting people, but it didn't matter. This wasn't something she was good at anyway. All she wanted now was for everyone to stop getting caught up in these negative emotions.

It was just a simple hope.

Tatara Totsuka forced a smile: "I won't let Aka-chan worry, you have to be happy."

Judging from the black-haired girl who called herself Fuyuki, Akane may not have completely disappeared.

A different word would be more appropriate.

For example, regression.

It was obvious that Kusanagi Izumo had also thought of these things. The reliable adult held an unlit cigarette in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, and don't worry about anything. Although I don't know what else you need to do, at least everyone will take good care of Mikoto."

He felt somewhat melancholy as he faced a group of people who were both easy to manage and not so easy to manage.

Suoh Mikoto, who was being shown concern: "?"

Who is the king?

Anna Kushina sat on the sofa, still wearing her little red dress, looking like a delicate little princess.

The little girl, as beautiful as a doll, clutched the red bead in her hand and placed it on her chest: "Chi, everything will be alright."

Anna Kushina likes beautiful red. She likes the red of Mikoto, she likes the red of Tatara... She also likes the red of Akara.

It was a unique kind of beauty, a beauty that one could not bear to part with and that one prayed for.

It was as if the whole world was showering her with affection.

Something so unique cannot be stolen by anyone.

Through the crimson hue of her unique eyes, Kushina Anna glimpsed a secret from the world.

Chi blinked, tilted his head and revealed a gentle smile, his lazy, slouching body straightening up in an instant.

"good."

Her body became completely ethereal for a moment, and beautiful red light spots spread throughout the entire HOWNOL.

Most of it entered Suoh Mikoto's body in an instant, while a few barely perceptible specks of light entered Kushina Anna's body.

That was the smallest fragment from the Crimson Kingship.

It is also a guiding seed planted by the Red Army for the future.

Will the Sword of Damocles fall in the future?

This goes without saying.

Given that she had to leave now, she could only do her best to make a final move for the future.

Her king, and the future king.

Chi knew her fate, and she saw the future; all the tragedies were things she wanted to prevent.

It cannot happen; beauty must not be destroyed.

Otherwise, what was the purpose of her coming into this world and becoming such a being?

Chi had thought about this question before, and in the end she realized that there was no mission or task, she only needed to do as she pleased, and change things simply because he wanted to.

Because this is home.

This is where it was first born.

Anna Kushina felt the strange, fleeting, intense heat in bewilderment.

If it's not an illusion, then what is it?

She was puzzled.

Qing didn't want to say much about this matter.

After all, it's not that someone with a colorless nature is incapable of doing such things; they're just too eager and too unrestrained.

Without a king, without any ties, she only longed to go back.

This sudden action directly disrupted Akatsuki's plans.

But she believed that the reliable Fuyuki would handle the rest of the matter well.

Qing quickly put down the last piece of the puzzle.

A complete and beautiful sunset unfolded before her eyes, its afterglow bathing everything in its path, as if bidding a reluctant farewell.

Reality and falsehood are presented simultaneously before our eyes.

Qing stood up with a sigh; her body had already begun to fade into nothingness.

Ao didn't look into Munakata Reisi's eyes; she... simply stroked the complete puzzle piece in her hand.

There seemed to be a lingering attachment, and also a sense of reluctance to part.

But none of that matters anymore.

"Reisi, take good care of yourself, don't ruin your health."

Although this guy wouldn't let himself get that tired from working.

But Qing gently left behind a sentence that seemed to vanish in the next second.

Munakata Reisi sensed a power that was unusually gentle for the Blue King Sword.

Magically, flower petals drifted in through the window, dancing and swirling in the air before finally settling onto the complete sunset mosaic.

Munakata Reisi's gaze was drawn to the sunset, and he remained lost in thought for a long time.

"Um."

Munakata Reisi let out a soft voice, as if in response to something, and his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, showed a rare and inexplicable emotion.

He knows.

—

The figure of the winter tree was backlit, and with a slight sway, all eyes were drawn to it.

Its appearance, resembling data, caused Munakata Reisi to frown without making a sound.

The little girl with long black hair tilted her head, put her hands behind her back, and gave him a bright smile.

She said, "Hello."

Munakata Reisi suddenly remembered that the girl who first fell from the sky, the girl known as the Red King Sword, did not have fiery red hair like flames, but rather something like this.

Silky, jet-black hair cascaded down, draping over the girl's slender shoulders. The girl smiled and simply greeted him.

He seemed to understand something, or perhaps he had heard something.

Meanwhile, on the other side, HOMRA.

Totsuka Tatara looked at the familiar little guy in front of him in surprise.

That relaxed and gentle state truly reminded me of the being I first encountered.

"Long time no see, everyone."

"I think I should meet everyone." Fuyuki touched her cheek with her fingers shyly.

Before all the kings, the young girl bowed in prayer, her head and hands clasped together.

The crisp sound seemed to be coming right in front of me and echoing in my mind; seven different timbres were superimposed together, yet they were wonderfully harmonious.

"May your king live forever."

They let go of their last wish.

Everything from now on will be built by everyone themselves.

Power is in their hands, destiny is in their grasp, and all difficulties will be guided by Wang Jian.

But that so-called direction is only one possibility; whether to follow it or oppose it depends on oneself.

Dongshu suddenly sensed something, as if it were urging him on.

The girl's figure disappeared from the sight of the various rulers.

In the familiar room, Fuyuki looked at Goko Tai beside her, her face gentle, and she smiled, "Tai-chan, let's go home."

"yes!"

Wu Hutui held a tiny tiger cub in his arms, its fragile and shy eyes shining with excitement.

His Lord did not go and never return.

Welcome home.

--Bon Voyage.

[Author's Note]

K is over! [Sprinkling flowers]