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A voice could be heard.
Inside the darkness where one couldn't even see an inch ahead, a repulsive voice was resounding.
That voice felt slimy, like a sticky sludge.
It was already heard for several thousand, several tens of thousand times.
I also know about the development ahead of here. The same like the voice. I have seen it continuously repeating for several thousand, several tens of thousand times.
No. To be more accurate it wasn't seeing, yes, it was remembering.
A memory that couldn't possibly be forgotten. A memory that mustn't be forgotten.
The repulsive reason of me being alive. It was the earliest scene my heart remembered.
*Gou-* The wind was blowing.
Darkness that was like black ink which painted over anything it touched was swept away. What appeared in its place was crimson flame――the fire of hell.
Inside the world that was dyed red, "it" was there.
The figure that was like condensed darkness, or perhaps shadow. Red flame that was like blood was gushing out from the countless cracks running on its surface, frying the surrounding to ash without pause.
The two hands that were clad with hell fire were carelessly holding things that were once my parents, the eyes and mouth that were colored by flame warped like a mocking sneer.
"Its" mouth moved slightly.
A voice could be heard.
The voice of "it" that I had heard several thousand, several tens of thousand times.
I who could do nothing except trembling was impaled by "its" sneering laugh.
Flame was gushing out.
My important people were disappearing without even leaving ash behind, "its" hand was reaching forward.
The hand that was created from hell fire ad shadow pletely filled my sight that was blurred by tears.
And then, hope and future, warm thing……as though to crush all of those things fully within its grasp――
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「aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH」
A scream echoed inside a bedroom at midnight.
The soft blanket was brushed aside, and a young woman around the age of twenty lifted up her body like a released spring.
Looking normally, she was a woman with good-looking and well-ordered appearance, but right now her expression was warped in grief with terror. Her blond hair that normally was wavy and looked soft got stuck on her cheeks and nape of the neck from sweat in an unsightly state.
There were only the sounds of rough breathing and rustling clothes resounding inside the room.
There, *knock knock* the room's door was knocked.
「Claudia-sama?」(TN: Do you guys think I should use Miss Claudia here or keep using Claudia-sama following the raw?)
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A worried voice called at the name of her, the owner of this room――Claudia Barenberg. Her body twitched in surprise.
But, she immediately let out a large sigh, wiped the tears blurring her jade pupils with her sleeve, and then she calmed down her breathing with her hand on her chest before replying.
「I'm fine, Wynn. I only got a bit of nightmare. I'm sorry for the ruckus I caused.」
She endeavored to make her voice as calm and bright as she could. However, from the view point of the person guarding the room in front of the door, it was clear as day that the girl was only trying to not make other worried.
After all, this was something that had continued for several years. At the very least this would happen once or twice a week. It would even happen three or four times a week sometimes, when Claudia would spring up from her bed while screaming in midnight.
The cause was a mon knowledge. Therefore, the people who idolized her also understood that it was something that couldn't be solved that easily.
That was why, "at the very least
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