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Rizaia - Red What a disaster of a conversation. .... Was Nelo hiding something? He has repeatedly demonstrated that he's not faking his memory loss, so why did I have this feeling of doubt now? That glare he shot me back then.... It felt like almost like the malicious intent of a Grotesque. .... Did I... Did I make a mistake of inviting him back to Rizaia...?

No, no. For now, I should focus only on Rizaia. Shortly after reaching the station, we quickly left towards the countryside. The sky is near sunset- perfect for the view of Rizaia's wheat-fields. I can almost feel it, the gentle air, the dazzling golden wheat, the calming atmosphere&mdash;



.... What...what is this!? The pervasive stench of foul blood...the sinister red clouds enveloping beyond the sky...the faint screeching of Grotesques.... Huh...Hahaha...haha...This is a dream...isn't it? This is.... This isn't real. It's not. Thisisn'trealthisisn'trealthisisn'trealthisisn'trealthisisn'treal-

"Red!" A voice broke through. Nelo. He is grasping at my arm. "Don't. You haven't taken any Red Thinners." My footsteps has been moving unconsciously forward. -! My arm. It hurts. This is pain. This is...real.... Rizaia has been destroyed by the Plague.

What did I do wrong? Was I too late? Why. Why. Why? Should I not helped Beovault's defense squad? Should I not bother with Sophie? Should I not bother with Yotta's proposal? Should I never have left Rizaia? Hahaha...ha....what did I do wrong?

I could make sense of anything anymore. I knelt down, unable to even muster the energy to stand. Nelo simply stood beside me, without muttering another word. .... ...

Even if the Plague has overtaken Rizaia, I will not let the Grotesque the satisfaction of destroying my memory of Rizaia. I turned to Nelo. "Nelo, destroy everything in Rizaia. I want this place burnt to cinders."

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