I held the gray-black sickle behind my back, lowered my eyes, and chuckled.
"Then -" He raised his right hand, the sharp sickle blade roaring, pointing directly at the orphan with red eyes in front of him.
The dust was flying, and the fluttering skirt rose and fell, swaying with the swelling of the wind.
I lowered my eyes and looked at the person in front of me.
The golden angel will be stained with scarlet blood and cannot be avoided no matter how far away it is.
This is destined.
"Are you ready?" So I smiled, like the soul-devouring devil, bewitching the confused soul.
Are you—are you ready?