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"It's really something, making so much noise last night. How is it? Waking up to face death, does it feel good or not?" a guard laughed at Cyclone, who had just woken up.

Left and right, Cyclone was slapped twice by the guards. Once they confirmed that Cyclone was truly awake, they smirked and said, "Alright, it's about time."

After saying that, the guards all left the stake.

"Almost there, just wait a little longer, until the sun reaches its highest point!" a majestic and loud male voice, the Water Church priest, guided the villagers' thinking with his words.

"When the sun reaches its highest point, the fire of the gods will descend upon this place and burn away all evil!" Influenced and distorted by the events involving Forcia and the bias against demons, the villagers' rationality was swayed by the priest's words.

"Cyclone, my brother," in the midst of the villagers' chants, Cyclone heard Cabellus' soft sobbing.

"Since a while ago, I can't see Hilmirya. She, she might have gone to find reinforcements..."

Speaking to himself, Cabellus also placed his hope in the miracle of that tiny one.

But...

Is it possible?

Cyclone did not answer.

"She will definitely, definitely..." It has nothing to do with Hilmirya, nor does it have anything to do with whether she is good or not.

Cyclone felt, does it really make sense to hope that someone would come and save him?

Even now, does he still have to wish helplessly to the heavens?

Believe that someone will come to save him?

Will a beautiful woman appear? After saving him, will she even fall in love with him?

Cyclone chuckled lightly at the corner of his mouth. At this point, he still had such boring fantasies.

Looking at the man in the distance, the Water Church priest.

Even if he is annoying, even if he is violent and evil, isn't he able to live a good life? And there is a beautiful girl, Forcia, by his side.

Light and darkness, good and evil.

Miracles cannot be enjoyed just because one leans towards one side, receiving favor from Heaven? Or care from demons?

Everything boils down to Cyclone's lack of skill, his lack of magic. Simply acting cool is not enough to defeat the enemy.

Excessive self-confidence, making him play with Cabellus, this is also Cyclone's self-inflicted result.

In the end of all this, Cyclone doesn't have the right to blame the heavens.

Because reality is like this.

Right, Yuna... Even if I catch up to you, you won't believe in love anymore, right...

Cyclone lowered his head, already ignoring the calls from the outside world, the priest's speech.

I am nothing more than a perverted man... In the face of that true darkness, I am nothing at all...

Recalling the little things from a few months ago, certain people's figures appeared in Cyclone's mind.

Remembering Eileen, who cheered for him.

In the end, I haven't done any good deeds, and I can't do anything extremely evil...

Remembering Little Dragon, who nodded at him.

Even that middle-aged overweight man can use magic, but me? I don't even have a strong body...

Remembering Yuna, who used to smile.

I am nothing... I can't do anything...

Closing his eyes, Cyclone heard a child's voice amidst the black memories.

"Mom? How could you refuse?!"

It was an ordinary child, a little boy in a farmer's house.

"Silly son, how could you help your mother agree?"

"Of course, it's for mom! Why work so hard every day? As long as mom can live a little better, even if I'm called a bastard, it doesn't matter!"

"Oh?! Who taught you these things?"

"Uh, no one... I just knew naturally..."

"Hah? All you know is to talk!"

A gentle hand gently touched the child's head.

"Mother will not remarry..."

Cyclone looked at the woman.

"Where is mother? To you and to the person who left... my love... will never give up..."

A tear rolled down.

Am I giving up now?

No one heard, Cyclone's weak words only reached his own heart.

Magic... now it is nothing more than using words to convince the villagers...

Like a sudden strike, Cyclone thought of something.

Using words... if only using words...

In despair, Cyclone found his only possession.

Biting his teeth, Cyclone put all his strength into it.

Even if it's me, I can do it too!!

Amidst the countless noisy sounds around him, Cyclone suddenly exerted all his strength and shouted at the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

After the roar, the noise in the entire execution ground disappeared, and everyone was stunned by Cyclone's actions.

That's right! Even if it's just with words...

Cyclone slowly focused his gaze, slowly concentrating on his opponent, the Water Priest's eyes.

Even if I'm left with only a mouth... I will still curse you to death!!!!

Cyclone clenched his teeth and shouted in his heart.

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