What is your wish
042 looked at the man in front of her. The moonlight was so bright, but his face was so blurry in her eyes. 042 couldn't see his appearance clearly, as if there was a sticky darkness covering him.
"What is my wish?"
042 whispered and lowered his head. His somewhat cowardly face was reflected in the pool of blood.
"I... I don't know. How can I know about this?"
042's voice became strange, like crying, but also like laughing.
"You actually know me, don't you? I'm just a blank slate, I don't have any hobbies or big dreams."
"But there is always something that keeps you alive, right? 042, otherwise you wouldn't have come back to find me at all costs, when you could have just run away." The man asked again.
"This is because we are friends! How could I give up on you?" 042 said.
After a brief pause, his voice softened. This was a rare opportunity where everything seemed so peaceful that one could not help but relax.
"In fact, I envy you for having such great aspirations... Each of you has great aspirations, to be a detective in Old Dunling, to kill all the demons, to usher in the golden age, all of which is great."
042 seemed to be answering the man's words, but also seemed to be telling everything about herself.
"I was in pain for a while. I wanted to be like you, but then I suddenly understood that I was just mediocre."
"Just like what is written in those stories, there are always people who become the background of the protagonists, faces that are not remembered by the audience one after another... In fact, I am also a member of the audience. After all, the people who stand on the stage are a minority."
"I'm just... just a little mediocre, that's all."
The voice fell.
The man stretched out his hand and placed it on 042's shoulder.
"But you still came back to find me, 042, and came back to hell to pick me up. This is not something that an audience member would do. When you appeared in front of me holding the spiked sword, you were already the protagonist."
The man's eyes swept across the deck, where countless corpses were and the deck was soaked with blood.
“Although this stage is pretty bad.”
The two couldn't help laughing. After the laughter, 042's hesitant gaze became firm. He raised his head and looked at the night sky that he had never seen in Florence.
"But if I have to say what I want, I just want to live with everyone."
042 said.
“Like back then, we were walking through the streets of Florence. Although we were hungry and hungry, that was a great time. Later, we joined the Gospel Church, and later… Although killing monsters was still a bit stressful, when I thought about how we could live together and have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it was no big deal to do such a thing.
I just want to maintain the status quo, the peaceful and beautiful status quo, but all of this is gone..."
The raging fire burned through the church, and the entire Seven Hills fell into a mad nightmare. Everything that 042 was familiar with was fading away and was ruthlessly destroyed. Under the influence of that madness, one familiar face after another died under his sword.