We - Raphael and I - walked under the thick tree shadow.
"You are still miserable because they're not heroes?"
"Correct." He closed his eyes, tilted his head backward, and whispered, as if from a dream. "So, I must become one."
I blinked.
"Shocked?" he smiled. "Come on. Why else did you bring me to the last talk?"
Sweat broke on my forehead. "You were serious!"
"If he rejects the possibility, I will take it. You want to achieve immortality. Now we are together in that." He rose his fist for a greeting.
"Together?" We would never stand by each other's side! I planned to abandon the hopeless people, not love them!
"Yes. A little company will help during the ages of imprisonment. Plus, I won't be a human. Then you might not hate me, right? We can save this town. You accept, don't you?"
Since when were we... we?
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Legend of the Modern Age
SpiritualLong ago, Ciel had decided: he wanted nothing to do with humans. Adept at making plans that never come to fruition, he sold his soul to leave them (or so he hoped). Long ago, Raphael had decided: life wanted nothing to do with him. Armed with a bunc...
