4-93: Voice of Heaven (1/6)

4-93: Voice of Heaven (1/6)

In the first place, what kind of existence even is an Evil God?

Falandia would describe it like this:Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

A god that fell from the divine realm up high to annihilate humanity

It remained to be seen how much of that was true, but one thing for sure was that the evil god was in a place far below where gods such as he ought to be.

That which was not permitted to be there.

That which could not remain in the heavens.

That which lost its rightful appearance and power as a god.

That which surrendered its own existence to wickedness because of its hatred for humanity.

If so, then surely

That, which was its former self, could only be its own nemesis.

It was as though the voice was a song in itself. Just the sound of it was enough to enliven the atmosphere and lift ones spirits. Despite there being no accompaniment, no backing band, or background music, it carried with it a warmth that could comfort and encourage. There was a good bit of distance from her, so the singing couldnt entirely reach them, only a faint melody no different from a hum, and yet

!

So this was what it meant to be captivated. Despite knowing that they were still in the middle of a battle, Myuhi couldnt resist being drawn to that singing voice. Myuhi knew about Monicas singing despite her unfamiliarity with the entertainment world. She possessed a singing voice that could turn any head. Her fans would always say that the real thing was better than the recordings.

But Myuhi didnt expect that it could actually captivate her even in the middle of a battlefield. She was about to attack just a moment ago, but the sound of Monicas voice had completely stupefied her. It wasnt just her too. The whole room had gone quiet. So quiet in fact that it was as if time had come to a standstill. The only sound that could be heard was Monicas singing. But the reason was not the same for everyone.

W-What!?

This is!?

For a moment later, small explosions resonated in chains, and sparks sputtered here and there as metal fragments shot out into the air.

The Mask was unpredictable as an enemy, but he was difficult to understand as an ally too.

Hey! Get a hold of yourself! What!?

Myuhi gave her best guess and shook where the Masks shoulders most likely were, only to feel a peculiar sensation through her gauntlets. The exoskeleton could accurately convey the sensation of touch to its wearer, so this wasnt anything strange, but something was wrong.

For a red different from the color of her own crimson had stained her gauntlets. It was his. As realization dawned on her, for a moment, Myuhi couldnt breathe. Masquerade had been wounded.

But how?

That wasnt a question of when or by what, as the answer to that was readily apparent. Something had been impaled into that black mist. Perhaps, one of the fragments of the weapons scattered around had unluckily lodged itself in his shoulders The issueor rather, the unbelievable partwas that something as trivial as the fragment from a weapon, which have been easily deflected until now, had actually managed to impale him when he collapsed.

Thats why, from time to time, when he lets his guard down, he would step on something sharp in his own room, bleed, and roll about in pain. Really, he can be quite clumsy. Well, thats endearing in its own way

Her thoughts flashed back to the words of that woman with that hateful smile, and without intending to, Myuhi found herself retorting internally, Which part of this is supposed to be endearing!?

This was the worst. Was the pain so great that he could not maintain his strength, or did he lose it altogether? Whichever it was, this was a fatal problem for someone who was so innately weak.

Tsk! Clench your teeth! Im gonna pull it out!

Guu, I can Hear it The voice of Heaven!

Myuhi cleaned the area around her with a skill and extracted the fragments from the Mask, then put them away. It would be fatal if the enemy were to get something as full of information as his blood.

In this precarious situation, where even a stray bullet could kill the Mask, she made sure to apply defensive skills as well. Fortunately, the bleeding seemed to have stopped, but the wound was obscured by the black mist, so it was impossible to assess his condition.

He seemed conscious, but it was doubtful if he could hear her. The Mask continued to groan, but he was completely unresponsive to her when she extracted the fragments. Instead, he seemed to react to something else altogether.

So thats how it is. Good! Very good!

Six, whom Myuhi paid the most of attention to, began to clap with an understanding expression. They seemed just as perplexed as her by the Masks sudden collapse, but now, Six appeared relieved perhaps because the biggest threat to him couldnt move anymore and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he casually stood up with a relaxed motion.

To think that the famous Masquerades weakness would turn out to be the same as ours.