[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

The real indictment ended here, and the Inquisition of the Dead World resumed its former appearance.

The sight of demons noisily licking real blood spilled over the ornate marble floor was too ugly to watch.

The two people who were back to back looked flat as if they couldn't see the crisis in front of them at all.

"Why are you here?" The ragged, blood-covered prisoner raised his beautiful but indifferent face, staring illusoryly at the high ceiling full of black stars and red moons.

"Although you are the best actor, I have never lost to you." He lowered his eyes and looked at the white marble floor covered with blood as crystal clear as red wine, and said softly, "Although I want to give up all this , but that was just to catch your lies. No matter what kind of trap I use, I want to catch your soul."

"You who are so original turned into a poor imitator in the end." There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, her wine-red eyes were empty, even though she looked up at the stars in the sky, there was still nothing reflected in her. Say anything, "Do you want to imitate my father, imitate my father and imprison me--if you hadn't appeared, I would probably have become the person he thought. The appearance of someone who misses you."

"How could it be? He wanted to find a substitute because of love. But I just wanted to use all my strength to hate you, ravage you, and destroy you." There was a hint of helplessness on his face, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"As far as this point is concerned, you, like me, don't really want to hurt each other by yourself, and always want to find someone to take the blame."

"When your body is dead, I will dig your grave. When your soul is dead, I will cross the boundary between reality and illusion to find you. In short, you see, I did it."

"Now we are still in the fake book. This is the night of judgment written by the witch. But the truth has been torn into pieces and eaten by these guys." She withdrew her gaze from mid-air, and turned to the long man who had turned back to be ferocious. Fanged jackals, goat demons, they tore the truth to pieces, chewing, and the red liquid dripped down their fangs.

"Then let the previous trial of you be real. Anyway, for us, that level of humiliation and provocation is meaningless."

"I don't want to do such a thing. After all, everyone is very kind to me. It is enough to let them play villains in the fake book, and we can't make things that never happened become real." She slowly held his hand , showing a slightly melancholy look, "Everyone is willing to tolerate me, only you treat me as nothing."

"Because only one person is enough in my world, and I'm not interested in forgiving others."

"Unfortunately that person is not me," she murmured. "It was never me, and it will never be me. Because I thought of you as a monster from the beginning, it is impossible to be your princess. I know humans will be jealous, so I imitated their jealousy. Before you killed the girl, I wrote the diary that you would kill the princess. I know that after I die, after you read that diary, you will Do as I say."

One to dismember, one to enjoy.

She softened her voice, turned around, walked up to him, and looked at him: "Now the truth has been swallowed up by nothingness, and I don't want the witch's accusation to become true. So I have an idea."

"It's already conceivable what an idea that makes people feel anxious about your IQ."

"It's the king's wise decision." She bent her eyes and smiled a little foolishly, "I want to become a real ghost that never existed, as long as I admit that I don't exist in reality, then this trial court will There are no defendants."

"It's really luxurious and complete suicide. Not only the body and soul will disappear, but also the self in everyone's memory. Congratulations, you can finally expose your ambitions in life, and frankly admit that your wishes have not been fulfilled."

"In this way, I am a person who has never existed, a real nothingness. In this way, no one really knows me, no one knows me anymore. And the witch who searched for the truth in hundreds of millions of fake books You can also go back to her reality." She wrapped her hands around his neck, as if she was truly moved by happiness, and a sweet smile appeared on her face, "In this way, I will truly become your prisoner alone, Exists only in your soul."

"Do you know what you and I are here?" He lightly stroked her face, his usual gentle brilliance was flowing in his eyes, and he always looked around with this look Everyone "What are we in the afterlife where we can write fake books?"

"It's a pity." She smiled with relief, "We who are here now are just the embodiment of the regrets left by the dead in the non-real world."

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...

As soon as the voice fell, the scene of the solemn and magnificent trial court changed.

There are no demons and witches who pretend to be profound, and there are no juries sitting there with expressionless faces as if petrified, and there are no deacons with bloody black goats——

Only the blood-stained prisoner, the cold-faced young man, and the witch who has been watching them as the judge are left.

The house they were in was slowly being covered with ice, and the ground was split in two, revealing a bottomless dark abyss.

On the prisoner's slightly raised slender fingers, the last page of the forged book that Chubby sent instead of the witch slowly burned.

Her body was suspended in the abyss, and after the fake book was burned, she maintained her previous posture and quickly fell down.

Although she is fallen like a black bird with broken wings, her posture is like a prison bird that can finally flap its wings and fly to the blue sky, extremely free and unrestrained.

She will fall into the boundless darkness, into the deep sea of ​​oblivion, into the eternal nothingness.

Her demeanor was as serene and peaceful as the moonlight. She fell down and looked at the young man who remained on the ground.

He was also looking at her, he could only look at him.

She smiled at him, then reached out her hand upwards.

She opened her mouth to say a few words, but she had fallen so deep that no one on the ground could hear her words anymore.

He also showed a gentle and ironic smile that was almost exactly the same as hers, watching her gradually shrink into a point, watching that point gradually disappear.

Then the ground closed again, and this cold palace, shining like a diamond, was completed. It swallowed the offerings to nothingness, and was finally covered by the thousand-year-old ice, and became an unbreakable world, which existed only for him. world.

"I escaped—"

"But I also want you to reach out and grab me—"

He saw her say this.

They here, in the afterlife, are not ghosts, but the manifestation of what is called "regret" in the hearts of the dead.

So reality cannot be changed.

In the real world, he watched her die in front of him, and he could only watch, with an expressionless and indifferent expression.Watching her flee to the hell of freedom, leaving him wandering alone in the paradise on earth.

In the world of nothingness, he just watched her fall into the abyss and become an offering to nothingness, in exchange for the indestructibility of this world.

Maybe she wanted him to get his real sister back, so she left the castle like this.

"She has always felt ashamed and ashamed, because she really can't love." The witch has resumed her schoolgirl uniform, and this journey of chasing nothingness has been too long. The time-space error that occurred will also be corrected. The second body in the specimen incident is the body of your twin sister that you have stored underground for ten years in Ogi Island, not Hitoko Kirino."

"So as I wished, she not only completely became my thing, her existence has also become a meaningless joke." Kozaburo Fujima smiled softly.

"Who knows, because I have school tomorrow, so I can't stay in this fake world."

"Although you are pretending to be hideous, you are actually transcribing the truth for her. Let her know that you understand her completely just by reading the diary she left behind. This is really flattering to a monster that no one can understand treatment. You are really kind to her."

"It doesn't matter, just like the maid who loved her father since she was a child, she couldn't bear to see her body imprisoned by you, so she tried her best to steal it from you and store it in the freezer. Although I always suffer I have a deep hatred, but I am also willing to accommodate her wishes unprincipled, so that she can be freed from the cage. You see, all of us are willing to pamper her, except you." Ryoko Sakura smiled helplessly, as a normal As a human being, she has no way to understand the brain circuit of a person with an exempt constitution.

The long journey of chasing offerings to nothingness is over.

She leaves this unreal world and returns to her home.

Although Sakura has left, Fujima answered her question very politely: "It is in this way that we can be the only one for each other... I don't know about other ways, but in this way no one else can." Instead of my relationship with her."

He pressed his body against the frozen ground, clinging tightly to the frozen ground as if embracing his lover.

In the land of ice and snow, if there is only one person, he will soon die of loneliness and cold.

But he has no strength to go anymore, he is here, he will not go anywhere.

He will be here, embracing this pure and cold world.

He waited motionless, waiting for the storm of ice and snow to sweep in and shatter the last of his consciousness.

This feeling is exactly the same as when he stretched out his hands and let the iron cuffs hold him.He meekly followed the rules of human beings, watching the iron cuffs lock him with a snap, lock his previous beliefs, smash his innocent wishes, and satirize his sad life.

He seemed to hear the voice he heard when turning the last page of the diary.

"Did you hear that? I'm right next to you, saying I love you." Her voice whispered so softly in his ear.

Even in this land of ice that is about to sink into the deep sea due to the fantasy being broken by reality, her promise is still valid.

An offering to nothing, an offering to him.

He curled up and hugged his body slightly because of the cold like a child.

On the frozen land that stretches infinitely, there is only the lonely figure of this prince who lost his hometown.

He closed his eyes reassuringly, his face pressed against the ruthless ice, but there was an extremely gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.As if he was resting his head on the gentle and beautiful lover's lap, her soft chestnut hair that occasionally fell down brushed his face, and he remained motionless, just quietly listening to her constantly telling sweet and gentle lies .

She lowered her head, pressed her icy face to his, and licked away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her icy kiss.

I'm always by your side, as long as you listen carefully, you can hear me keep saying... keep saying I love you.

"Then please keep talking, keep talking...until I fall asleep"

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