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Chapter 135 - The Needle of Memory, the Vow of Three, and the Fanatic's Cry

The throne room of Roselia Castle. La Muse, the Silver Lamb, showed a faint flicker of agitation at Lumiere and Robele’s words.

"I… was… embroidering…?" At Muse’s faint voice, Lumiere gently reached out a hand.

"That’s right. Back then, you used to smile… all three of us."

Robele also smiled and took out an old embroidery diary.

"Look, here’s an embroidery pattern that Muse-chan drew by hand. It’s still here."

A faint trace of color returned to Muse’s eyes.

But.

A rumbling sound, as if to shatter the atmosphere, echoed through the room.

From a room with a sealed device deep within the castle came the sound of something collapsing. And then, an unnatural roar.

"Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Appearing with his white coat torn was Valdro. His eyes were bloodshot and dyed with madness. His body was covered in injection marks from drugs. His right arm was fused with a magical machine, from which he was spewing miasma.

"Humans and demons mixing together!? Such a thing is the destruction of orderrrr!!"

DOGOON!!

The ground was gouged, and rubble flew. Valdro’s magically modified "armament arm" was running wild with magic.

"What is that!? He’s clearly taken too many drugs!" Robele couldn’t help but retort as he shielded Lumiere and Muse.

Ares readied her sword.

"Valdro! Stop it! What you’re doing… is tarnishing even the pride of humanity!"

"Pride? I am curing a distortion in the gene pool! Obey the providence of Goddddd!!"

DODOON!!

Muse trembled at the shockwave that was unleashed once more.

Lumiere, her face on the verge of tears, gripped Muse’s hand.

"Please, Muse. Remember. Your ‘heart’ isn’t some cold device. That flower embroidery… do you remember?"

Muse’s gaze turned to the sky. The sky-blue embroidery thread danced, retying the knots of her memory.

"I… made it… we made it together…"

At that moment, a light shot from Muse’s chest.

Valdro flew into a rage.

"Whyyyyyyy!! The brainwashing device was supposed to be perfect!! Emotions are nothing but unnecessary errorsssss!!"

"It’s not an error! That’s… what it means to be alive!"

Ares shouted and swung her sword. That sword was imbued with courage and the feelings of her friends.

As if to repel Valdro’s blow, La Muse stood up.

"I… want to do embroidery again…. To bring a little warmth… to this world…"

A light burst forth.

And when the hands of the three girls joined, a small thread of a vow was tied in the ruined royal castle.