All my life I've been a bystander.
　I was just a janitor watching, and I've never been particularly notable.

　I was born in the infirmary in the Seventh Research Institute of Demons.
　His parents were a couple of slaves of the "Majors" and were born in 12 B.C. - in other words, he was born in Fania, twelve years before the year zero of the new calendar year when the "Gentiles" were summoned.
　A child born within the Research Institute is basically called a 'lower level employee' and is kept underground until death. That seems to be the law that has been settled in Fania territory for a long time.

　Even now, even after death (・・・・・), the reason why I'm uncertain that it seems to be the case is simple.
　After all, I never left the Seventh Institute of Magical Disorders.

　So, to be honest, I don't really feel it.
　There's also the story that the trafficked 'demons' in Fania's Research Institute had been suffering miserably for a long time.
　It's also said that in the year 0 of the new calendar year, the city was once saved by a visit from the two legendary saints and the Founder.
　It is also said that in the 3rd year of the 3rd year of the new calendar year, the former lord Lomis Neesha returned and regained his right to rule the city.
　In the fourth year of the fourth lunar year, the Founder came back and restored true peace to Fania.

　I've heard that a lot of things really happened.
　However, none of these years were of much consequence to me, as I was simply going about my duties as a low-level employee in a large, dark, underground space.
　Incidentally, my job was to wipe up the blood spattered by the experiments in the laboratory before it got stuck to the floor. Day in and day out, cleaning. Anyway, cleaning.
　Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, and occasionally, I only had to take care of the monsters in the research institute.

　The basement of the research institute was made of special stone, and the smell of blood always filled the air.
　It was chronically damp and the sanitary conditions were never good.
　However, due to the light of the 'Flame God's Stone', a rarity in those days, it was never dim even in the basement. That and the maze-like intricacies to lead intruders astray might also be a bit unusual. It would be impossible to reach their destination on their first visit without the guidance or magical powers of a staff member.

　-- there was always an echo of screams.

　The screams of people in despair and pain would not cease to ring out, screeching like a beast.
　Occasionally, the cries of unhuman monsters could be heard in a volume that masked them. All sorts of voices mingled together, chipping away at the sanity of the people who work here without question. ...... I grew up with this as a lullaby, and for me, it was just the sound of life.

　-- this sound was the proof of a calming routine.

　The most soothing part of my daily life was feeding the monsters kept in the dungeons.
　I had always loved to raise something, but when my mutated former friends and family members started lining up there, I became obsessed with caring for them.

　And the work I did was well received by my bosses, the researchers. This gave me permission to play with my friends and family (monsters) whenever I had free time.

　I'm not proud of it, but I had the trust of my superiors.
　Among them, the one I was particularly close with was Helmina-sama, the director of the Seventh Demonic Research Institute.
　When I was still in human form, Lady Helmina would compliment me whenever she examined my body, saying

She said, "-You really are a rare (...) Your parents' 'demon' features do not appear in your body at all. There are not even any signs at all. ...... Surely you will be able to work here until the very end. Please live a long life.

　I was born to a "demon", but I was completely human.
　It's because I had no qualities at all. It's a numerical value of about 0.15, which is the highest (...) number in the entire research institute. I was secretly proud of that, because Helmina-sama kept repeating, "Oh, that's a really lucky number ......".

　I really did have a good life at the Institute.
　Work and compensation that I deserved.
　My bosses often praised me and I had fun during my breaks.
　I was happy.
　When I think about it now, those days were a relief.

　--I'm not going to be able to say that I don't need the magic.

　Even if you read my life for a long time, there is only one thing I can teach you now.
　The only memories I have are the memories I have of spending time with the boy who called himself 'The Evil Dragon of Helllight (Fafner Helvilshain)'.

　The boy, Fafner, was close to my generation and was born to a great nobleman of Fania. He had a 3.12 rating, the lowest ever, and was also an elite among the elite who worked as a senior staff member of the research institute.
　As I recall, his real name is Neil?　No. Was it Thor?　I think it was Mr. R somehow or other. I personally believe that the former (former) Mr. Fafner, the former (former) Fafner, was the unluckiest guy in the Institute.

　Once he escaped from Fania, he was caught again in the third year of the new calendar year.
　The 'Demon' Fafner was really special in terms of the monsters mixed in.
　During his escape, he had rampaged in many places, and after being captured and recaptured, he was assigned to a special prison called the 'God's Body Storage Room' at the lowest level of the research institute.

　And the only people who can enter that place are the trustworthy employees of the institute.
　I was ordered not only to clean the place, but also to keep and manage him.

　Naturally, he and I were often alone with him.
　Whenever I finished cleaning for the day, we would end up in the 'God's Body Storage Room'.

　It was a strangely large room.
　On the stone-paved walls and ground, there were many "Fire God's Stones" - or rather "Magic Stones" - embedded in the stone-paved walls and ground, which had become a specialty of Fania. However, unlike the room of "The One Who Stole the Reason of Fire", there was no symbolic statue placed in the room. Instead, there was a large hollow in the center, where a pool of blood was pooled.

　In that room, Fafner was chained up like a prisoner, sprawled on the ground by the wall.
　His long, habitual golden hair hung down and always hid his face.
　His only clothing was a white rag for the sick, and his bare feet were full of chapped skin. The tendons in his feet were slashed before he was allowed in here, so he cannot stand up. Furthermore, his natural healing and 'spellcraft' is inhibited by the locks that utilize the most advanced technology of the Hoosiers.

　I talk to him in such a state, but as a mere janitor, I don't have anything clever to talk about.
　So I always talk about my job.

　But when I try to end that conversation with "It's easy because I only clean," he always says, "How can it be easy? He shouted and got angry.
　For some reason, the voice of that moment remains in my ears. It still sticks in my ears, which never existed.

I'm not just talking about cleaning.　At night, you would always be called ......?　They've tested it on people!　Just because you are not susceptible to the "demonic poison", you can do whatever you want to ...... and the cure is all a lie!　Everything is an experiment!

　His body was no longer moving, which was why his mouth was so glib.

''Always a test experiment with human life!　--No, if they really are experimenting on humans, it's still good!　But those guys!　What a philosophy for Helmina!　Just to further satisfy their own fulfilled desires!　d*mn it!

　He was always furious.

　He seemed to be concerned about the nature of my work, but would he raise his voice that high?
　Sure, I would be called in for some entertainment or to help with clinical trials on an emergency basis.
　However, it's just a minor part of my job, and it's not much of a burden.

　So I laugh and shake my head, and he gets even angrier in frustration, banging his head, the only one that can move properly, to the ground.

'There's no more religion or science here ......!　One is gone: ......!　d*mn ......, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it ......!

　I've done my best to clean it up, but I don't want it to get stained with blood again.
　When I try to stop him from saying that, he gets down next, looking like he's about to cry.

...... In the end, those who are truly 'unhappy' don't even have the right to know that they are 'unhappy' now. Just because of our 'innate differences' our lives are determined from the beginning and we have to die while being used ....... We've all been used and used and used and used and devoured and used and abandoned ....... Like trash, everyone and everybody died ......

　He bit into the cobblestones in frustration.
　He would have to do so as his arms, which had been stripped of their claws, would not be able to move properly.

'In truth, it's the unlucky kids like you who had to be saved by God ....... You are the ones who had to be given the power of religion: ....... And yet, all of you!　They're all oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

　He continued to growl in the back of his throat, spitting blood out of his eyes, nose and mouth.
　It was a grudge worthy of being called a curse.

'Romis!　Horrible, lust-driven pigs who turned on Lomis!　Bastards who exploit the weak and line their pockets with their sacred religion!　I'll kill you, I swear!　I'll kill you!　The Flame of Heavenly Punishment will burn them all to the depths of hell!　After all the pain and suffering in this world, every single one of them!　All of them!

　It was a familiar phrase here.
　It was the equivalent of a lullaby to me - but

And I will save you!　I'm getting you out of this hellhole!　I'll save everyone - no, I'll save this ugly world and make everyone 'happy'!　I'll make sure of it!

　Fafner would look up from his face, which was down, and look at me and say "save".
　Always at the end of the story, he would always say "save".

　I chuckled in annoyance.
　I don't want to be told I'm going to take you out.
　I am content with my life here.
　I wasn't forced to compound against a monster.
　Even treatment, no medication with life-prolonging measures.
　Nor was there a monster implant. Nor were there any endurance experiments with "Demon Poison".
　Even though I've changed completely, I still enjoy spending time with my family and friends every day.
　Frankly speaking, compared to the person you are now, I'm...

'Oh, aha, aha, ....... Why, why ......?　Why?　Why can't the world be saved?　How is it that you can't be saved like this: ......?

　Fafner looked at me, laughing and denying it, and was struck with an even deeper sadness.

　--I thought at that moment that you were the one who didn't know that you were 'unhappy'.

　You were very clever and full of talent, above all from a great Fania nobleman's birth.
　However, unfortunately, in the year 0 of the new year, you were at the First Demonic Research Institute, where Ancestor Kanami visited you. Furthermore, he was ordered to be guided by Founder Kanami, and although he was not a sick person, he was exposed to the "cure (level up)" and found the "Great Savior (Magna Messiah)" in the light.
　The budding of a 'new religion' caused the then lord Romis Neysha to reverse the scales, and even though he was from a high level nobleman, he was disposed of - he was caught up in the general processing of the 'Level Up' experienceers.

　There's more.
　His greatest 'misfortune' would be that he overcame a special 'demonization' experiment that was based on the premise of death.
　He became a rare species of 'demon'. Ghost mixers are classified as a so-called high level 'Majin' and given the other name of 'Soul Majin'.
　Perhaps because of this rarity, when the survivors of the "Majinization" experiment challenged the Founder Kanami and the others to take revenge, only one of them survived.
　He continues to survive.

　It would be a life sifted through a sieve.
　If it was expressed in the later 'innate difference (skill)' or something like that, there would definitely be a description of 'bad luck' in his status.
　At the same time, there should also be the blessing of 'good fortune' for having passed through a number of narrow gates.

　He was chosen by fate to continue crawling on the ground.
　He approaches the hollow in the center of the room with a flame of anger in his eyes.

'But please don't give up, Helmina, ....... There is still salvation. One day, that 'Great Savior' (Magna Messiah) will come to save you. So until then, never give up on your heart: ......

　Then Fafner took the only personal item, the Inscription White Scripture, out of his pocket with trembling hands.

　At an early age, he was one of Fania's leading theologians and geopoliticians, and he hoped that the book would not be taken away from him before he was put in this prison.
　When Romis Neysha, the former lord, heard of this, he came up with some trick, and admitted to owning only one book.

　However, it was not Romis's vaunted 'Altfel religion', but an old religious scripture from the Legia region.
　As he rolled up the pages of that book, he muttered.

''Surely this is a 'trial' that was given to us. God is trying to give us hardship and make us grow. --this scripture says. Chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the fruits of hope. They are sure to leave you with proof that you have moved on to tomorrow'. In other words, 'trials' are growth. Growth to change the future of this rotten world into something better. But it's just not enough for us yet. Compared to those gods, we clearly don't have enough 'trials'. We need more 'trials' to save the world: ......!

　The more Fafner spoke, the more the pool of blood in the center pulsed.
　The lump of flesh submerged in it responded and rippled on the surface of the water.

　That mass of flesh is the most 'unfortunate' soul in the room right now.
　It's the third year of the new calendar year, Lady Helmina Neisha.

　Her limbs are sliced off, her skin is burned and melted, and she's curled up alive.
　The results of Helmina's research were used by Lomis to steal the logic of blood.
　Furthermore, as a result of her experiments, she continues to experience the despair (energy) necessary for the logic thief to survive.
　As a mere device to summon the Blood Puppet, it continues to be shown the nightmare of life extension measures.

'Helmina, let's go through the 'ordeal' together: ......!　Beyond that, there will be light!　'The Great Messiah (Magna Messiah)' is waiting for us--!

　Lady Helmina was subjected to the atrocious tortures and experiments she performed.
　Everything she has done up to today, she has been avenged, without a trace.

　--But the researcher (...) Helmina Neysha will never spit a curse like that.

　Nor would she regret it.
　She had already prepared herself to take on all the misfortune of others from the beginning.
　The reason why she had been dissecting demons all along was because she had prepared herself to be dissected one day.
　The reason why she created the "Stealers of the Reason of Light" is because she was prepared to become a "reason stealer" one day.
　In other words, this situation is her very wish, her 'happiness'.

　So it is not because of this disastrous situation that Helmina-sama is 'unhappy'.
　It's because of the theologian (...) Fafner, who now continues to spew misplaced comfort.

　He crawls closer and closer to the hollow.
　But just as he was about to fall off, the length of the chain reached its limit.
　He couldn't move forward any further.
　The only thing that could reach the pool of pooled blood was the tip of his long hair.
　But it certainly touched.
　The moment the tips of his hair touched the surface of the water, the pooled blood began to boil, vaporizing and producing a red mist. Next, his golden hair turned black and his green eyes turned red.

　As if he was sucking blood, he took on and mimicked the features of the woman, Hermina Neysha.
　Without a doubt, it was the 'blood power' that Fania and Fuzzy Yards had jointly studied.
　It was also the 'magic' that would later be called the Fresh Blood Magic 《Helmina Neisha》.
　The genius who had passed through several narrow gates had reproduced it dexterously and used it easily.

　However, it also meant that he would not make use of his ghost mixed body.
　I have helped Helmina-sama and I know who he is.
　That man definitely feels 'unhappy' that he chooses a way of life (・・・・・・) that doesn't fit (・・・・・・) rather than the living hell he's living now.

　Of course, I noted that. But stubbornly, he didn't listen and said, "This is the only way to keep Mr. Helmina's mind ......" and continued every day.

　The inheritance and adaptation of his 'blood power' in this room, endlessly.
　Day after day, day after day, I continued to watch Master Helmina's 'misery'.

　And all the while, Fafner would be subjected to the experiments of the researchers.
　The research institute in the third year of the new calendar year was no longer researching 'demons', but had entered the next stage.
　It was an experiment in 'reason-stealing monetization' that did not involve an apostle. For that reason, he was tossed around his body every day. It seems that he was also altered while undergoing life-prolonging measures in the hopes of becoming a 'soul (...) the one who steals the reason' from Romis Neesha.
　In desperation, he is repeatedly stripped of his claws and skin, and his flesh is sliced from his fingertips.
　He is also subjected to the implantation of monster limbs and the endurance tests of the 'demonic poison'.

　But he does not feel those tortures as despair at all.

''-- Not yet. I haven't had enough of the 'ordeal' yet. -- it says in this scripture. Chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the fruits of hope. They will always leave you with proof that you have moved on to tomorrow.' So, go to ......!

　Rather, he was grateful that it was all a 'trial' given by God.
　He knew that in order to become like the Flame God and Light God he admired, he knew that he needed 'weakness' and 'madness' in his heart to become like the Flame God and Light God he admired, so he even went to the extent of willingly going through the experiment.
　However, that would never make him a 'thief of reason'.
　Even if you pretend to have fallen into 'madness' for the sake of 'weakness' in your heart...

'Yeah, I know. ......!　We all know that!　I'm a survivor and I owe it to everyone to save them. ......!　You don't have to tell me. We all know that!　--This scripture also says. Chapter 5:11, 'If you don't honor every soul, you can't rest your own soul either.' ......!

　It's ...... too strong to keep listening to the 'convenient voice' he created for himself because he wants to be heard.

　And a year or so passes when he keeps repeating it - forcefully, calculatingly, honestly - and he keeps repeating it.

　As a matter of course, he couldn't be 'the one who steals the reason for the soul'.
　Fafner Helvirshain's heart did not crack.
　Because he continued to walk the path he believed in with his sanity, no matter what kind of hell it was - the experiment moved to the next stage.

　The one who steals the reason for blood, Helmina-sama's heart transplant surgery.
　The one who proposed this to the researchers was surprisingly Fafner himself, who had researched the "power of blood" on his own at the lowest level.
　And his overly forceful experiment of "stealing the logic" is an easy success.

　--It was the birth of Fafner Helvilshain, the agent of the "one who steals the logic of blood" (...).

　A few months after the success of the experiment, the founder Kanami comes to the Seventh Research Institute of Demons after it was completely too late. This time, with Tida, the "Stealer of the Darkness," as her partner, she begins her second battle against Romis Neesha and wins another hard-fought victory.

　However, even after the victory, everything is slow.
　At this time, all of Fania's researchers died in the battle.
　The 'demons' who were used as experimental materials were also ...... and only one of them was able to keep his sanity.

　Only one of them was in the lowest level of the Seventh Demonology Research Institute and was in chains.
　The rest had been sacrificed in their research and had either lost their decent bodies or their sanity.

　When the progenitor Kanami reached the 'Divine Body Storage Room', there was no longer a pool of blood in the central depression of the room.
　No matter where I looked in the room, there wasn't even a single bloodstain on it. It wasn't because I had cleaned it up, but because the 'Blood Stealer' agent had sucked up all the blood in this entire building and replaced it with his own power.

　When Kanami and Tida saw the devastation, they rescued that one survivor and--

"............

　You should know better than to go on from here.
　You'll remember that when you found Fafner in the 'Goddess Storage Room' at the farthest end, you'll remember me next to him.

"............. Yeah (...), I remember (・・・・・).

　That day, that place, at the end of that rescue, "I was there (・・・・) and I was there.
　But there was only one survivor.
　Of all the experimental materials, only one was sane.

　When it was all over and we were escaping from the "Seventh Magical Research Institute".
　There were four of us walking up the stone stairs, me, myself, (・・・・) Tida and Fafner.
　We continued to climb in silence, and when we were almost to the ground, I stopped in my tracks.
　The moment I felt the first real sunlight, my body went rigid with despair.

　When I noticed this, I (...) remember saying, "It's okay" and trying to gently pull away.
　Immediately I remember (...) shaking off my hand and saying, 'I'll be fine.

'-- I can't go. It's the only world I have left.'
What?

　Before I could voice my doubts, I scratched my head off with my hidden dagger.

　Yes, I remember it well.
　In front of me, I killed myself.
　Those 'happy' days were neatly consummated.

　I had to do it.
　Once I'm on the ground and the full extent of this 'reason-stealing' experiment is revealed, it will be revealed that Fafner was the only sane person here.
　It will be found out that I had found 'happiness' by seeing these wordless monsters (monsters) as family and friends. On the contrary, I've already found myself, long ago ■■■■■■■■■■■■.

　I couldn't stop it while I was by their side.
　In my dying moments, I saw Fafner's face at the end of his life.

　Fafner was reaching out to me with the same distorted face he always had.
　I shake my head as the color of my vision turns darker and blacker.
　I smiled that I was fine, and then he let out another cry of sadness and anger - and my consciousness was cut off.

　Fafner was the only survivor of the researcher, and he was the only survivor.
　All of the lives of the 'Seventh Magic Research Institute' were cut off by the 'curse' of the 'Blood Stealer' without exception.
　That is the end of Fania's story.
　The true 'last page' -.











　-- should have been, but it seems that there was more (...) to come.

　A thousand years have passed since his death, and the setting has shifted from the Fania region to the Legia region.
　The time shifts from the year 4 of the new year to the year 1015 of the new year at once.

　That's where I (・・・・) reunite with me.
　I became a "blood doll" and Kanami, the founder, did not become a battle, but was easily plugged with the magic "Distance Mute" - and then I was able to relive my life with my "past vision". My eyes widen in shock as I (...) cut my neck, and I put my left hand on my neck without a second thought.

　My throat twitches as if it is twitching, and I can't breathe.

''--Huh!　Ha, ha, ha: ......
'Ha, ha. ......'

　I, who has beaten more than a decade's worth of memories into my brain in just a few seconds, regulate my disordered breathing.
　I swallow the shocking [death] that would only happen once in a normal life with my breathing.

　It's terrifying.
　The numerous tortures and humiliations I've experienced should have made an ordinary person go insane.
　However, somewhat accustomed to it, the progenitor Kanami is feeding himself.

　-- all the while, my purple luminescent right hand remains thrust into my body the entire time.

　Immediately I looked around to check the situation.
　I found myself standing in a strange city.
　It was lined with stone houses, all bright red. Every structure was stained with blood, and the sky was covered in a red mist.
　In addition, the hard streets under my feet were submerged in a pool of blood that reached above my knees, making it impossible to check.
　If you look closely, you can see puffy monster carcasses and unidentified chunks of flesh floating nearby.

　Just when I thought it looked like a place worth cleaning up, the word 'blood land' popped into my head.
　It was information from the arm I had thrust into, but it made me 'feel safe'

　--I'm not going to be able to get the same kind of information as the Seventh Magician's Research Institute, even though this is outside.

　God is a neat thing to do.
　I was only able to live in hell and he gave me this continuation (...).
　I chuckled at the somewhat ironic story.

''Haha, haha--''
'Ha, ha, ha ......, ha ......'

　I cut off my breathing and looked up.
　I saw the look on God's face as he gave me the rest of the story.

　It's similar to Fafner.
　A face that was far from 'happy' or 'safe', no matter how strong or sane he was.
　I felt very uncomfortable, so I stepped back, pulled out my magic arm, and straightened out the line between me and my (・・・・) confusion.