"How ugly it is."
Leaning against the wall outside the riverside mill, Nero was wiping the Yama Sword in her hand with a rag. She put her hand down and lifted the blade to examine it. "Don't you think so, Yama Sword?"
The blade shimmered faintly with a dark red gleam, as if in agreement.
Nero smiled, "But there's nothing to be done, right? Those who don't dare defy their destinies can only obey them. In that case, no matter how miserable the end... people, even knowing it only takes a bit of effort, never seem to know what they're truly afraid of..."
She closed her eyes, listening to the cries of agony coming from the small mill behind her.
Indifferent.
...
...
"So that's how it is."
Kuck wasn't very familiar with the terrain near the town, but when it came to the abandoned mill outside town, almost everyone knew where it was, so finding it didn't take him much effort.
