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Rhone took hold of God’s right hand. Still unable to rise from the pain in his eyes, God could not resist.
Like the Harvester, Rhone too became a soul and was drawn into God’s right hand. His soul was also silver, but it burst brighter than the Harvester’s.
It wasn’t about which was more beautiful—both were beautiful. Surely mine too, whatever color it may be, however it might burn, would shine just as beautifully as theirs.
“…My feelings will never reach them.”
God’s pained yet translucent voice could be heard faintly.
“I don’t give a damn about your feelings. Hey, if you’re going to transfer, then hurry it up. Too bad for you—your so-called familiar, that bird, is in love with Aochi, so even in this shitty transfer, it looks like it’s going to protect us.”
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God glared at me with one eye. Terrifyingly beautiful eye, but not frightening.
“…Not yet. Please… choose only one…”
“Don’t suddenly get all meek on me. I’m not choosing. We’re all going to the next world together. Even if we’re separated, I’ll find every one of them.”
“That’s impossible… I know it is…”
To my surprise, tears welled up in God’s eyes.
“Our Harvester can make miracles happen.”
“That’s…”
A siren blared, drowning out God’s voice.
“No, stop… don’t sound it on your own…”
At his pleading voice, the Watcher Bird’s heart—until then utterly still—thumped. More accurately, the palace-like building standing before us trembled.
“I can’t maintain the gate any longer.”
It was the same voice of the Watcher Bird we had heard on the ship.
“Hurry, transfer at once.”
So it really is on our side. Or rather, on Aochi’s. It had sounded the siren in God’s place.
“Yes! Sound the siren! Keep it ringing!”
Aochi cried out. For this bird, Aochi’s shout was more effective than my words. Hurry, or your beloved Aochi won’t be in the next world.
“…Then I’ll just have to erase you, the original.”
At the sound of God’s strained voice, I turned around. From his left hand, a golden knife shot straight out and pierced my heart.