Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 745: To The End (3)

'I don't want Cherubim to change.'

'What are you trying to say?'

'I am telling you that there is no need to change.'

'I don't need your advice.'

'I didn't say anything great enough to be a piece of advice. I am not compelling you to accept it. You can let it in one ear and out the other. You know that everything I say is like that.'

'...'

'It seems like you guys have changed a lot.'

'We do not change.'

'No. Thronus, Dominions, and Seraphim have changed. I don't know why, but you all changed little by little. Perhaps it's because of the long war. Maybe you were influenced from the outside... maybe influenced by somewhere nearby... maybe it's because you looked directly into the lives and deaths of humans. They are beautiful, aren't they?'

'...'

'They are dazzling. The possibilities they have, their finite lives, and their desires are all filled with elegance and beauty. Maybe others have felt the same thing. We usually admire those who are different from ourselves. I thought it would be the same for you. Even if you pretend not to, you must be longing for their imperfections.'

'It's not worth hearing this. If you keep talking like that, just get out of here. I have no intention of responding to your bullsh*t.'

'Maybe everyone is thinking like that. They want to resemble humans. At least, even if it's not you, there are others who probably think that way.'

'No, we...'

'Will I be wrong?'

When I searched my memory, I thought that the human's words might be right at the time.

The reason I stopped talking for a moment was probably that I felt he hit the right spot.

At some point, Seraphim began to imitate human behavior, or, to be precise, that human's behavior. Meanwhile, Dominions began to take an interest in their culture.

Randomly reading books or looking into their lives had already been a daily routine for her.

Thronus was no different. He began to absorb human armaments, human martial arts, their objects, and their combat methods.

I didn't know how surprised I was when Thronus, who used to have the weakest body, collided his sword with mine.

There was a change. There was definitely a change.

We had been together for an innumerable length of time, but we had never seen or felt such a sudden change. The change was sudden, radical, and brilliant.

Maybe he was right. I couldn't deny that I wanted to change too, after all. No, maybe I had already changed.

"A tie."

A bond. It was definitely a strange string that connected humans...

I might have already changed since I was interested in that string.

For example, it might be the emotion that the two people in masks had toward each other or the emotions felt by humans with their backs on each other on the battlefield.

I felt that their recklessness, grasping each other's hands when dying, choosing to end their lives to protect their colleagues, or going into dangerous places for their loved ones even though they knew it would lead to their deaths, all came from a sense of a bond.

Thronus might've also felt a bond with him. I thought maybe Thronus was the only one of us who realized about the string.

Did we have that?