The chilling air that drove Fiona's body beat against Fiona's body from everywhere.
　The dimly lit street lights were leading them to the girls' dormitory as if to guide them.

　The atmosphere of difficulty in spinning words was due to Noir's bad mood, which she usually didn't feel. If he could have expressed it through his expressions, he could have broken off his mouth in a more normal manner.
　However, Fiona, who walked half a step back next to him, could feel the tingling of the magical power leaking from Noir's body in trace amounts.

　It's like a beast with a mind of its own - the hint of weight on such a leg makes the voice creep in as well.

　The path to the girls' dormitory has turned into a single street, and the familiar building in the distance is peeking out a silhouette with a presence in the darkness. It seems to be lit by a warm light, just like my own home.

　Looking down at her own feet, Fiona was even worried now that the girls' dormitory she had to return to might not accept her.

　Then Noir, who up until now had not even made a sound of footsteps, stopped and unexpectedly turned around with a bang.

''Enough is enough?　You've got some business to attend to!
'What!　But you asked me not to speak earlier...

　The words came out of her mouth as if she was inadvertently frying out of her usual habit.
　A cold stare pierced Fiona over her shoulder........but soon after that, a deep sigh erased her tense disposition.

　As if in disgust, "Then why were you waiting for me? And returning his gaze, Noir spills the words tiredly.

　Only the sound of Fiona's footsteps in the silence, without even the buzzing of insects, pitter-pattered and lingering to stop her. A person's actions are accompanied by some kind of logic and reason. Otherwise, it's just an odd behavior. You're either too great or you've done your head in.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

The actuality of this is that it's because of the lineage...?

　Noir stopped in his tracks after that. During the breathtakingly painful pause, Fiona could only wait. All he could do was wait to see what she would say, the faintest expectation and a desire to know the answer.

　Her gray hair looked dull, did it feel that way because of the darkness that clung to it?
　When she saw Noir's expression as she slowly turned her head back only to see her neck, Fiona felt a sense of urgency that made her whole body stand on end.

　The half-viewed expression peeking over her shoulder... the enthrallingly beautiful face... was severely distorted. The wrinkles between the eyebrows and the fished eyebrows, those eyes that even held cold-hearted anger, everything seemed to reject Fiona.

　Defenselessly receiving the gaze directed at her, Fiona could only combine her hands in front of her chest - she could only shrink her body like a small animal before predation.

　Suddenly the tense air fizzled out as Noir turned his whole body around.
　His mouth colored an innocent smile, as if it was ridiculous to ripple with emotion.
　And Noir is like a little bird chirping loudly.

'You do it because you want to, you kill it because you want to. You kill because you want to. You deny yourself like that and that's why you get warped, it's bad for you if you hold back.
"--!　Did you know...?
I don't want to, but we're all in the same boat.

　The creepy and core words try to frustrate Fiona's heart. But perhaps Noir and Fiona shared too much time with Noir to completely frustrate the heart.

'Is that true?'
Yes, the feeling of freedom to act as one desires is a pleasure beyond anything else. You're on this side.

　His lecherous eyes glowed suspiciously in the dimly lit streetlights.
　But--.



　Noir's words to draw Fiona to this side of the room were not the ones that made her look directly at him. It's hard to judge whether it's true or not because I hadn't even turned my gaze to it until then, but I couldn't believe it was a lie from the sound of his voice. However, this one word made Fiona feel uncomfortable.

　Noir had no skills for lying. It was partly due to the fact that he hadn't had to lie during the growing up process, and if he wanted to count the number of people he had conversed with, he could count them if he wanted to.

''No, it's not...''

　Boringly, yet impatiently, Noir turned his back and walked away.
　There was no heavy air like the one before, and Fiona followed as if drawn to the suspiciously attractive beauty in front of her.

'I only became that way because I was so desired ... that's all ... strain?　He's an idiot--really.

　The small murmured voice was so small that it would have originally been drowned out. Still, there was no reason why it couldn't reach Fiona's ears in such a quiet night. The volume of her voice was not much of a problem. It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this article.

　Wide-eyed, Fiona saw a fragile reflection of the girl in front of her. She seemed to be barely standing on a stack that seemed to be crumbling - or maybe even crumbling at any moment.
　The voice that came out of her throat was a glimpse of an unapproachable noir.

　It was easy to imagine how she had been raised to kill for a living, and it was easy to imagine how she had been raised. The sensation of her toes touching something she shouldn't have stepped into.
　Even as she pushed against it, Noir showed Fiona a single solution. It inexplicably made her heart tremble - it made her heart tremble to the point of twisting.

'Sorry....'
Will you stop?　Any more than that and I get so uncomfortable that it messes up my gut. I want to kill you, and you make me feel that way?

　Noir, who interrupted Fiona's apology, gives a lewd and brutal smile. Immediately after soliciting and using words that could be a blade for her, without a moment's hesitation, the blade would become a reality and scratch Fiona's neck.

　No words come out of her thoughts - except for one word.

''Thank you...........''

　That's all I could tell you. There is no difference in the history we have lived through. There is no superiority or inferiority between them, no matter how hard or how smooth sailing you live. Therefore, Fiona naturally said just that.

　She seemed stunned for a moment, but Noir quickly turned her guidelines towards the girls' dormitory and walked away. For a moment, there didn't seem to be any damage to her gut.

　However, Fiona smiled at Noir, who grumbled something mumbling and complaining about her age, and then moved next to her (,) and walked side by side.

　-- it doesn't matter what lineage I'm in for being me.

　My body was light, and I was about to overtake my classmates walking next to me. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to know them, but also a matter of time before you get to know them.

'Keep up the good work, Noir.
'You're depressing, you're one of the three idiots...'
It's Fiona.

　I spent the few moments to the girls' dormitory feeling refreshed... but it was only for a short time.

''Ah!　It's past curfew!

　Fiona's cheeks twitched as she saw a senior student waiting for her at the front door. Immediately after going under the gate, Fiona's relief when the senior student was someone she knew well was inappropriate but great.
　Normally - now the third year Illumina student was taking over the duties of the dormitory head, instead of the head of the dormitory.

　Fiona opened the door and looked down guiltily at the worried eyes.

''I'm sorry, Alice-senpai,''
'Yeah yeah, I'm glad I'm only late. If it didn't happen I'm really glad it didn't.

　Alice, who seemed to be more relieved than Fiona, placed her hand on her chest and let out her concern.
　Noir, who walks past her, lifts the corner of her mouth and decorates it with elegant words, "Sermon, thank you for your hard work, Fiona-san.

It's from the matron.
..........

　With a twitch and a twitch of her cheeks, Noir limped up the stairs. She walked away without uttering a word about being significantly late because of Fiona... without paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Fiona too. If not a little........

　Alice's finger pointed to the clock, the hand confronted the time that had been exceeded at a position more than an hour past curfew as a pure fact. A short hand that never returns indicates the time, as if it were asking me to calculate the late time.

'I was really worried about you, you know. You can't go past curfew without calling in. The cafeteria is closed...''

　Even though she tried to smile gently, Alice seemed to have other concerns. Yes, from what she had seen of Fiona's recent condition, the worry was unstoppable and foreboding, even if it was only a delay.

　She knew that she was feeling overwhelmed. But Alice didn't know what to do to help her, and she didn't know what to do.

'I'm sorry, Alice-senpai,'

　Fiona bowed her head in a shunned paragraph, and Alice questioned, "It seemed like you were with Noah.

'Yes, may I have a word with you?'
So....

　The look on Fiona's face didn't seem to indicate that she was chatting and slowing down.
　Alice once again urged a breath of relief, as she would have gotten through it on her own without having to do anything for herself.

'I've had the meal made up for you so you can eat it when you're ready. You'll have to teach Noah to do the same, Fiona.
Yes, thank you.

　Somehow, Fiona hugged herself to Alice, who reminded her of her mother - her old mother. It was partly to say thank you and partly to apologize, but in any case, it felt right to do so.
　He felt like he could tell her more than he could use words.

　Then a hand stroking his own hair slid down in one direction, gently as usual.

　Hurriedly, Fiona came to herself and said, "I'm going to go get ready," and started to walk a little faster to the stairs.
　And then, she suddenly stopped.

''Alice-senpai.......you're an elemental too (,) right? I don't mean to be rude, but what do you think of being an elemental?

　Even Alice knew right away that it wasn't a simple question. There was a special lineage known as the bipolar attribute, and that was the elemental. Because of this lineage, Alice's life was greatly influenced by it. If it wasn't for this light lineage, she would have had a different life.
　She would have been able to get to this day without feeling any despair. The other strains are acquired, but the elements are innate.

　I felt like I finally understood the meaning of what Ars had said about me being able to help Fiona.

　I didn't need to choose my words carefully. From the day she solved that case, Alice had come to think of her own lineage this way.

''That's right. I believe that my parents' love and thoughts are different from other strains. I think I am more connected to myself because they loved me so much. There were times when I wished I didn't have this lineage.
Alice, sir?

　Alice responded with a smile as best she could, though she seemed to recall it. If she didn't have such a special power as the light system, she wouldn't have been a test subject herself. Surely her parents might still be alive and well today. Such a possibility passed through my mind for a moment, but after all, the possibility of being rejected was now just barren.

　That's why I live my life now, with no regrets. We have no choice but to live our lives, stepping on the untimely passage of time. I don't want to look back on that time as a possibility.

Yeah. Me too. Maybe not, actually, but it doesn't matter what your lineage is. If you were born with this power, it was given to you by your father and mother. There is nothing wrong with that, I want you to be born, so I think you were given a little bit of power for that desire.

　Alice scratched her cheeks in embarrassment.

　A small drop flooded Fiona's eyes as she stood cowering in front of the stairs.
　It was unscientific, yet Alice's words were so beautiful. I was miserable for denying myself the power.

　As if propelled, Fiona ran furiously to Alice and hugged her. She pressed her face to her chest, wiping her face against the chest that gently enveloped her overflowing tears.
　A soft hand strokes the back of her head.
　They wrap around my small, dwarfed self.

　Perhaps Fiona had forgotten her tremendous gratitude to the parents who abandoned her. Maybe she was so obsessed with the parents who returned her palms that she forgot herself.
　I just wanted them to love me. Just like when I was small.

　Maybe it was smugness.
　This lineage was the best proof that his parents loved him.

　Without hesitation, Fiona cried loudly. She sobbed like a child. She cried incessantly, spitting it out so hard that no one's eyes or ears were bothered.
　All the while, Alice was gently rubbing Fiona's little body - her back with a thump.

　The girls were also concerned, and the front entrance was deserted, with only the girl's cries echoing through the front doorway.