Volume 6 3 — Part 1(2/2)
“My..apologies. The collar prevents me from saying any more. But if things go on like this..the Eltnia continent will fall in ruin.”
“..the Demon, huh?”
Wilhelm guessed what Hermie meant to say through her fragmented words.
He was gathering information on Bulk his own way too; his information sources were not limited to Jai.
Among the pieces of information Wilhelm had collected, there were connections between Bulk and the Demon, albeit not confirmed.
“It is a very powerful one as well. If you understand me, please..”
“Sorry, but I can’t do that.”
Wilhelm cut off Hermie’s words while patting Millie’s head, who was silently looking up at him.
(I’m not usually one to rely on others, but..)
Wilhelm was a seasoned warrior too. The thing that Hermie talked about, something which could destroy the whole continent..he had felt, ever so slightly, traces of it ever since he arrived in Sigurd.
It wasn’t within Sigurd itself, but not too far from it, something of unknown nature was beginning to move.
From that supposedly dangerous thing, however, Wilhelm could not feel any deathly presence.
The reason was that until hearing Hermie’s words, he did not perceive that sense of irritation as something concrete.
But now he understood the reason. He felt that something even larger than the menace Hermie spoke about was blocking it.
There was only one thing he could think of.
“Even if I don’t kill you here, that enemy or whatever isn’t going to accomplish anything, you know.”
“How can you be so sure!? That is not something mere humans can compare to!”
Instigated by Wilhelm’s lack of sense of danger, Hermie loudly let out her feelings.
She could not express it in words, but Hermie had seen it through her ‘Star Reader’ ability. The massive shadow emerging from the ritual site, and the destruction in its wake.
Hermie knew that even if she pleaded to the people trying to help her - such as the man who guided Wilhelm - to kill her, they would never consent.
She had Wilhelm come not only to entrust Millie to him, but also to ask him to kill her.
“If it was only me in Sigurd, it would have worked, maybe.”
The lack of worry in Wilhelm’s words clouded Hermie’s expression further.
There was a definite difference between Wilhelm and Hermie’s reactions to the coming danger.
The cause for this difference was one simple thing. Knowing a certain person or not.
Who could ever predict it?
That the race talked about in myths was now here in this city?
Who could ever predict it?
That he and his comrades were already on the move?