"You've gone crazy, Su Ming'an." Mizushima Kawaharu laughed with a mixture of joy and sorrow. Tears fell from her eyes as she laughed, her voice somewhat sad: "...I have achieved my goal."
"Congratulations, then?"
“…You are really crazy.”
"Maybe you are right." Su Mingan said.
"...You've been talking for so long, but you didn't notice that Mo Yan was killed by you who just lost your mind." Mizushima Kawaharu said: "I can be sure that you have lost to the illusion."
"..."Su Mingan's unchanged expression finally showed a ripple.
In a blurry vision, he stopped for a moment, as if something was tightly gripping his heart. He turned his head almost hastily, taking in another blurry vision.
He saw the young man lying under a tree, holding a broken sword.
The young man sat in the pouring rain, his eyes closed and his head slightly lowered, as if he had fallen asleep, his body covered with vertical and horizontal ripples.
The young man still had a smile on his face.
There was blood on that smile.
"--You killed a person who believed in you so much and admired you so much--he should be considered the light chaser you mentioned, right? Ha, it's really ridiculous that the lighthouse killed its own light chaser in order to continue shining.
Looking at you, you probably don't realize that you just lost your mind for a while.
Congratulations, Su Mingan, for killing him. Has your sanity recovered?"
An almost crazy smile also appeared on Mizushima Kawaharu's face.
The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground, and the faint smell of blood drifted away.
Su Mingan stood there, motionless, like a plaster sculpture.
The sounds in my ears seemed to disappear in an instant, and even the heavy rain seemed silent.
He felt a cold wind whistling in his chest.
"Mizushima Kawaharu."
In the silence, he suddenly spoke:
"I extend an invitation to you from the tower."
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