Meanwhile, on the streets of the false world.
Because she disliked the aura of death emanating from the Pale Rider, Arcueid came to the streets outside the residential area to relax.
The silent city was enveloped in a sense of loneliness.
Occasionally, at a few intersections, she could glimpse passersby with wooden expressions, hurrying along like puppets.
Being in such an empty city.
Had a unique flavor.
She didn't know exactly how to describe it, but Arcueid knew she had felt this way before.
"That's right… it's like…"
Arcueid's vermilion lips slightly parted.
Speaking in a murmuring tone, her vermilion eyes were full of longing, realization, and a trace of reminiscence.
–Millennium Castle.
She stood like a lily of the moon in the Star Valley.
Although she possessed a dreamlike castle that could be called a miracle, there was no place to soothe the emptiness in her heart.
Whenever she raised her head to look at the bright, full moon.
She would vaguely remember.
–Not knowing where.
–Not knowing when.
–Not knowing when it was.
In the image, there was a man who conveyed a sense of warmth, accompanying and protecting the Moon Princess.
–It seemed to be inside this castle.
–It seemed to be in this garden.
Arcueid still remembered this feeling, it was a sense of happiness that swept away the emptiness in her heart.
And, the obsession of not wanting to lose it.
Although she had seen most of her memories in her dreams, there was a piece of memory that was still very vague.
–A flower valley stained with crimson blood.
–The cold, illusory moonlight.
–A girl who was heartbroken and couldn't stop crying, and the man who carried out his principles to the end.
At first, Arcueid didn't know the man's identity.
Now that she knew.
She thought he was an irresponsible idiot, an idiot she both loved and hated.
Now, she wandered aimlessly.
Because of this idiot.
He made the princess of the Millennium Castle lost and disoriented.
Forgetting the way home.
Living alone in this world was certainly lonely.
However, Arcueid had her own reasons.
That was—the loneliness endured while waiting for someone was undoubtedly happiness.
Especially, knowing that person.
He and she breathed together in this world.
Arcueid wanted to wait for him like crazy, and only this idiot could make her do this.
She held such intense emotions.
Usually, it was when Arcueid wanted to kill someone, because anger aroused this emotion.
But this was different.
She didn't want this feeling to be stained with blood, and the fire in her chest didn't want to burn everything in front of her to ashes.
–That's right, I, Arcueid…
–Can no longer stay alone in the castle like that, and can no longer endure being alone.
–I am already…
Thinking of this, Arcueid's heart was pounding.
As if a miracle would happen in the next second.
In fact, it was indeed so.
The moment Arcueid looked up.
The precious miracle she longed for appeared here in an extremely unexpected and abrupt way.
Right in front of her.
Only a few meters away across the road.
His body was swallowed by the black mist.
However, Moran did not lose consciousness directly in the process, like the police team or Ciel.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the scenery suddenly change.
From a building made of steel and concrete, he switched to the street.
Just from sensing the aura of the world, Moran confirmed that he had entered the bounded field constructed by the Pale Rider.
Careful sensing would reveal that there were many people in the bounded field.
Many of the auras were very familiar.
"Ciel and Lorelei are here, huh? Melusine and Richard have also been dragged in… Heh, I guess Melusine was mostly dragged in by Richard, right?"
Moran had not yet seen the situation with his own eyes.
But he had already deduced most of it.
Ciel's side was the source of the "aura of death," probably where the Pale Rider's lair was located.
As long as one did not show hostility to Tsubaki Kuruoka.
Generally, the Pale Rider would not actively target people.
Judging from Ciel's personality.
She could live there in peace.
"Hmm…? What's that?"
Moran narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance.
In the direction of the residential area, a wave erupted there without warning, and the aura of death gushed out like a tsunami.
"Hellhounds… with a strong aura of death… This level is not inferior to having the divine authority of Hades.
Not just one? Or multiple?"
Moran communicated with the earth to sense the aura.
He could feel several large magical entities that could not be ignored, and coupled with Moran's familiarity with magical beasts.
He quickly deduced that they were hellhounds.
And, the number and combat power of the opponents.
"Although Melusine can handle it, those little guys may not be able to… Forget it, before dealing with the Pale Rider, I'll use these puppies to warm up."
Moran shrugged and said indifferently.
As the Beast Emperor, dealing with these hellhounds was almost a piece of cake for him.
Warming up was just an excuse.
His real idea was to see the progress of the police team and the specific situation of Lorelei and others.
With this in mind.
Moran walked into the city from the outskirts.
However, sometimes fate was very coincidental, often giving people some dramatic developments.
Because he sensed a special aura.
Moran took a detour on the way to the city center, and it was this simple detour decision.
That allowed him to see a scene he could not ignore just after turning a corner—
On the sidewalk reflected by the setting sun.
On the side of the road, which was so empty that not a single person could be seen, there was a white figure imprinted in Moran's memory.
Melted into the blood, imprinted in the eyes.
Standing there was an undeniable white figure.
Golden hair reminiscent of the sun.
Slender and beautiful eyebrows and blood-red eyes.
Even if you only saw it once, you would not forget this figure.
Not to mention, Moran had watched her countless times, and there was no way he could forget.