Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 5 (section)

===Part 2===

Westminster Cathedral’s bell sounded in the distance. The bell rang nine times before stopping along with the music.

The night was filling with activity. It was a clear night, so the city’s lights were easily visible.

Countless red lights floating in the darkness looked like flowers blooming in a forest. It was clear that many lives were visiting those flowers. That was how attractive the lights and night scenery were.

A bedroom in the Savoy Hotel had an excellent view of that scenery.

However, the two in that room were not looking out the window.

The two humans were Valeath and Moyla.

Just under an hour had passed while Moyla lay on the tall bed and Valeath stared down at her in silence.

She had come to earlier and had been staring up at him with a weak look in her eyes and shallow breathing.

Her skin was so white it reflected the electric lights. It looked like it was made of plaster instead of being sickly pale. The blanket was decorated with a floral pattern, but that only made an even starker contrast with her cold complexion.

“…”

Suddenly, she looked away from Valeath and asked a question.

“This is goodbye, isn’t it?”

“You will not last until the morning.”

He spoke as if it were his duty to provide an accurate answer.

But she narrowed her eyes and turned back to him with a weak but definite smile on her lips.

“You finally responded to my voice.”

He did not nod, but she continued smiling.

“I’m glad.”

With those quiet words, she closed her eyes, brought a hand to her forehead, and hid her eyes from the electric lights.

“I really tried to kill that young man…who so resembled you. I truly, truly…truly hated him. But just as I fired, that girl called out to me and, the next thing I knew, I had fired on my other self.”

And…

“When I saw her collapse, something broke inside my body.”

She gently coughed. It was not a deep cough. It sounded like she was hiccupping or swallowing something.

After a pause, the coughing fit passed and her breathing was more erratic than before.

But she could not stop speaking.

The words inside her came to the surface and refused to be hidden.

“If I don’t keep waiting and if I don’t believe that you will return to the person you used to be… If I don’t believe that, I could never look Lady Melda in the eye. I…I…”

Just as her voice threatened to vanish, something very strange occurred.

Someone squeezed the hand she held over her eyes.

“…!?”

Her eyes were exposed below the electric lights and tears flowed from them. But even so, she could clearly see the man who held her hand.

“Ah…”

The man in her blurry vision was Valeath.

His expression and general atmosphere remained unchanged, but he stood next to the bed and held her hand.

And that was enough.

She tried to say something, but she simply could not form the words.

She directly Opened the words in her heart.

…''I don’t want to die.

He had to have seen those words, but he did not react.

Regardless, she brought her mind to the surface. She almost did not seem to care if he ignored her as she silently said what she had been unable to say before.

…''I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I want to be by your side even longer.

More tears accompanied her Open Words and she suddenly felt more comfortable. It felt like she was crumbling in some way. This was a more pleasant death than Ashing. She was being erased through the process of Balance Fall.

…''No.

With her eyes closed, she used her own words instead of Open Words. She spoke to Valeath using the words only she could.

“Use your Over Contract on me.”

Her following words were her first and last confession.

“Make me yours, Master Valeath.”