Mulan recounted her bitter past.
"And so... I carried my master's body across the lake full of floating corpses."
"Dawn trod upon the blood-soaked path through the woods."
"The poetry of death and mystery sang along the way."
"The general of the enemy camp stood alone, declaring that he would extinguish the last person's life."
"Bring it back as proof."
"All I felt was hatred clouding my judgment."
"I didn't think about why he let some Curseborn go."
"Or why he didn't bring more soldiers to guard the place."
"With the help of Bastet's sorcerer, I ambushed and slayed it."
"Before he died, he told me that he was on our side."
"But he already knew that resisting was futile for Curseborn."
"The only way for Curseborn to survive is to grovel."
"Only petty skirmishes won't provoke the military."
"Only controlling the population will prevent annihilation."
"He received this sword from the previous valiant general."
"He was entrusted to protect the Curseborn in this way."
"At the request of the previous valiant general, he chose a completely different path from the revolutionary army."
"He aligned himself with the noble class in Acadia."
"To reduce the size of the revolutionary army."
"And to balance the relationship between the police and the revolutionary army."
Mulan raised her eyes, blocking the sunlight pouring down with one hand, and glanced at the fallen Merka in a pool of blood before continuing.
"He also asked if I could take on this mission."
"To let the Curseborn live on."
"To become that villain and continue this absurd play."
"So I took his sword and went to the local police station using Bastet's corpse as my authority."
"They knew I was Curseborn, but they needed someone who understood the Curseborn."
"It didn't matter who that person was."
"In the end, I sat in the same position as that person."
"I don't even remember how many times I have killed my own kind."
"Perhaps I've been numb since the day Bastet died."
"And you? Young man."
"What price have you paid for our kind?"
"Or have you only fought for yourself so far?"
"Does the meager pay from Altria mean nothing compared to the bloodshed of our own people?"
Violent arcs danced and rejoiced on Mulan's body, as a sense of death filled her mind, skin, joints, and eyes.
"This is the final test, stand up, Merka."
"Prove that you are a strong man."
"Prove that you can wield this sword of pain and suffering."
Radiance filled Merka's eyes.
Mulan took on a charging posture, and the arcs rose on her body like veins.
"This guy... is really strong." Blood kept flowing from Merka's mouth. He had run out of magic to heal himself, at most he could only delay his injuries.
"Since that's the case... let's retreat for now."
Trembling, Merka took out the small finger Abdiel had given to him from his pocket and removed the silver needle that was inserted into it. Following the instructions of the dark figure, he threw it fiercely towards Mulan's direction.
The flying little finger happened to collide with Mulan who was rushing towards it.
In that instant, it seemed as if the clouds in the sky had condensed.
A cold and stormy scent gathered on Mulan's tongue.
Mulan suddenly felt emptiness in her chest.
Her heart and lungs seemed to be connected to the air.
A weird and dull feeling clung to her abdomen, quickly losing all sensation.
"This..." Mulan looked incredulous, her expression frozen on her face.
Death and destruction gathered together.
A thunderbolt from a clear sky was led down by Abdiel's fingers.
It was an unprecedented and far-fetched celestial phenomenon.
It was a magnificent spectacle that far surpassed the electrical arcs on Mulan's body.
Suddenly losing momentum, Mulan walked unsteadily with her empty chest and stumbled to the ground not far from Merka.
Merka was stunned, the trembling corners of his mouth displaying his overwhelming fear and regret.
Mulan's rigid body kept twitching, emitting a slightly burnt smell.
Panicked, Merka ignored whether Mulan was acting or not and quickly ran to his side, holding him in his arms, attempting to use magic to heal him.
However, Merka's remaining magic was barely enough to sustain himself, let alone heal Mulan who had suffered such a severe injury that pierced through her chest.
"Darn... darn... darn!"
"Didn't the dark figure say that the finger was for escaping?!"
"You shouldn't die... Mulan, Mulan!"
"You shouldn't have this kind of ending... you sacrificed so much for Curseborn!"
"You shouldn't have to face this kind of outcome."
"Stay alive... I beg you, stay alive..."
Merka was truly scared.
All the people who had sacrificed themselves for others around him had not only not received any rewards, but had ended up dead.
They died inexplicably.
Only himself.
He, who hadn't made any sacrifices, survived.
For Merka, who considered himself to be virtuous and benevolent, this fact was more painful than facing his own death.
"Unknown Curseborn..."
"You won..."
Mulan's lips quickly turned purple, and her face became pale. But perhaps due to a temporary resurgence, she had yet to take her last breath.
"The sword of the valiant is also entrusted to you, you have the qualifications."
"While you're at it, take Bastet's relic too."
"I'm tired."
Mulan laboriously took off the gold necklace from her neck and handed it to Merka.
"It's just a pity for the teacher's relic..."
"It was such a precious and rare relic."
"I only use it for battles..."
"I'm sorry, teacher."
"I'm sorry, the magnificent organ of Alexander Port."
"I have no other aspirations in my entire life..."
"My friend... if you pity me."
"With this sacred relic, let the organ play once more."
"Let everyone listen... to its... "
Mulans didn't finish speaking, her pupils had already lost their luster.
Her arm hung limply, her body temperature slowly draining away.
Blackened, scorched chest oozed blackened, bloody flesh.
A music book with a hollowed out space was dropped from there by lightning.
The gentle breeze brushed through the composition, the sound gushing out, as if singing a farewell song.
