He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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Shirakawa shook his hand and struggled to his feet: "You can seal her away, or you can lock her up and tie her up somewhere so she can't move. Why do you have to kill her?"

"Because of revenge, because I want revenge."

Shirakawa shouted, "You yourself don't even remember why you wanted revenge, you yourself don't even remember why you wanted to kill Cecilia, yet you still ruthlessly killed her." Shirakawa pointed at Cecilia kneeling on the ground, "She doesn't know either, and neither do you. Shouldn't we figure out the truth about such a life-or-death matter before we take action?"

"You're right, but I don't need a reason. This is all over."

"Not yet!" Shirakawa shielded Cecilia behind him. "I really don't understand how you could do this just because of a desire for revenge and hatred."

"This is my mission, this is what I must do. As a saintess, as the swordsman of the gods, I must kill the witch!"

"Either you list her crimes and give me a reason why she deserves to die, or you can step over my body!" Shirakawa struggled to raise his arms, assuming a fighting stance.

Shirakawa wasn't sure exactly when he started to care about the girl behind him.

Was it because she appeared in a way that Shirakawa liked when they first met that Shirakawa fell in love with her at first sight?

It was the sight of him struggling to survive after leaving the general store, unable to do anything, and relying on himself while desperately escaping from school that stirred his protective instincts.

Or perhaps it's the joyful chats we have on our phones that have made her a close friend?

Perhaps all of these feelings are present.

But most importantly...

Scythia saved him and helped him; one should be grateful and repay kindness.

So this time, it was Shirakawa's turn to help her.

"Hahahaha, Shirakawa, what do you think your worthless life is worth? Do you think I don't know your past? A pathetic stray dog, a piece of useless social waste, what right do you have to stand before me?" Catherine, driven by revenge, tore off her sanctimonious facade, her eyes filled with manic joy. She raised her holy sword once more. "Either get out of here, or I'll send you and me to the underworld."

Revenge and hatred consumed Catherine's mind; she would stop at nothing to kill Cecilia.

Whether it's war or death, she would not hesitate to sacrifice not only other people's lives, but also her own.

"Then why don't you give it a try?" Shirakawa was ready.

As Cecilia looked at the man who had helped and protected her, the thorn that had been nagging at her heart began to sprout and grow.

Perhaps this man is not just her food and her toy, but also her friend and her partner.

She was the first friend I could talk to after being lost in the world for so long.

Perhaps it's an even more advanced kind of relationship.

I wish I could live a little longer and see more of this world.

Let's look at this man's final fate, his end.

never mind...

One death is enough...

"Wait, wait a minute." Cecilia clutched the wound on her shoulder, stood up unsteadily, and walked step by step toward Catherine.

"What are you trying to do?" Shirakawa grabbed Cecilia's arm, trying to pull her over, but she just glanced at him and continued walking.

"Looks like you're the only one who doesn't know what's good for you." Catherine clapped slowly at Shirakawa, smiling teasingly.

Cecilia knelt before Catherine, her white hair stained with blood from her recent injury. Her crimson eyes were lowered, filled with endless despair and sorrow.

"Hey, Secia, come back quickly!" Shirakawa still wanted to go up to Secia.

"No need, it's all over. I shouldn't have..."

Cecilia thought for a moment, but didn't say anything.

She originally wanted to say that it was all her fault, that she shouldn't have come to him, which led to this situation. But then she thought that Catherine's goal had always been only her, and had nothing to do with Shirakawa. As long as she obediently went to her death, all of this would be over.

Catherine hoisted the holy sword onto her shoulder and aimed it at Cecilia's fair, smooth nape of the neck.

“Catherine, oh no, Your Majesty,” Cecilia pleaded softly, her head bowed, “Could you give me another chance? To say a few more words to Shirakawa.”

"Ah, your last words, is that it? Go ahead and say them."

The saint was merciful, but this was her final act of mercy.

Cecilia turned her head slightly, not even daring to look at Shirakawa.

Shirakawa only saw her profile.

"Um, I'm so sorry, Shirakawa. I've been causing you trouble all this time," Cecilia said softly, her words revealing her reluctance, helplessness, and sadness. "I really don't understand what love is, I don't understand the ethics and morals of the world, and I don't understand what you've always insisted on. And computers are something I learned to use after a long time..."

Secia smiled wryly.

“I shouldn’t have summoned you into this world so casually. I shouldn’t have let you have relationships with those girls for my own selfish desires. I shouldn’t have deliberately suppressed your abilities and withheld your tools to control you and make you suffer through these difficult and miserable days.”

Even with her back to Shirakawa, even though Cecilia tried her best to hold back, tears still streamed down her cheeks.

"From now on, you must live well in this other world."

"Hey, Cecilia, hey! What are you saying?! Weren't you still going to use me as food? Weren't you still going to watch me make an impromptu performance? How can you give up now?"

Shirakawa tried his best to clench his fist, but his hand wouldn't obey him; his fingers twitched slightly, but he couldn't close it.

To think that someone with this crippled body could save Cecia is truly wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry, Shirakawa. From now on, you can live as you please."

Cecilia turned her head and managed a weak smile through her tear-streaked face.

It was as if they were saying goodbye to Shirakawa.

At that moment, Cecilia seemed to shed her divine aura and become an ordinary country girl.

Then he silently turned his head back to face Catherine.

"You can do it now."

Catherine did not reply, and a sense of sadness inexplicably flashed through her heart.

This scene seems strangely familiar.

The lost memories are attacking her.

She held the holy sword high, and hesitated for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Shirakawa tapped his head with his bruised wrist.

It hurts a lot, it's very uncomfortable, but it keeps me awake.

Think of a solution, think of a solution, Shirakawa.

There will be a way, there will definitely be a solution, there must be a solution.

I'm going to deal with Catherine here.

Shirakawa's peripheral vision fell on the ground, on the phone that Catherine had smashed.

Is there still a mysterious gift package from Cecilia in the warehouse?

This is the last sliver of possibility.

Clinging to the last glimmer of hope, Shirakawa pressed down on the piece of phone fragment with the standby button attached with his elbow, and used his wrist and fingers of his other hand to repeatedly press the phone's standby button.

He knew the phone's battery was completely broken and there was no way to turn it on, but he kept pressing the buttons.

Suddenly, the phone lit up, displaying the interface of an app for saving fallen girls.

Yes, that's it.

This phone itself is not a product of this world, and that app is not an app that can be downloaded on this phone. It is part of the power of Cecilia, so it naturally does not need power or even intact hardware to turn on.

A 0.1% chance, the final solution.

His fingers were no longer responding, so Shirakawa used his bruised and purple wrist to slowly piece together the scattered fragments of the phone.

Fortunately, it didn't shatter into pieces, just into small chunks.

Every contact with the shards of the phone caused excruciating pain in his wrist, but he had no time to care about that anymore.

Cecilia cannot die here, at the very least, she cannot die under that woman's sword without knowing why.

Shirakawa used all his strength to piece together the phone and tapped the warehouse with his wrist.

I clicked on that mysterious gift package again.

"Warning: Using this package will pose a significant risk and burden to your health. Are you sure you want to use it?"

There are two options, one says yes and the other says no.

This seems to be the last tool that Cecilia left for himself to save his life.

Shirakawa glanced at Cecilia, who was kneeling on the ground, again.

Saving anyone's life is the same as saving someone else's.

If not now, when?

Without hesitation, Shirakawa tapped "Yes" with his wrist.

A stream of black energy emanated from the phone, seeping into Bai Chuan's fingertips and instantly spreading throughout his entire body.

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