Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 2 (section)

===Part 3===

The next thing Amon knew, he was alone in an apartment.

However, this was not the room Fir had given him. It was the familiar place he had lived two years ago before his probation period under Jonathan.

The table in front of him was a cheap wooden dining table. Sitting on the table was the modest dinner he had bought with his own money.

At that point, his mind alone woke up.

“It’s that nightmare again.”

The Amon in the dream rested his legs on the table and began to eat and an Amon that existed only as a mind watched from an objective perspective.

The Amon with a piece of bread in hand suddenly stopped moving and looked out the window.

Light shined in through the glass.

Two straight lines of light shined directly on him. They were a car’s headlights.

Given how quickly the circles of light in the window grew larger, the approaching car had to be moving at a decent clip. Soon, the window was filled with white.

Amon was not all that tense. He was used to this, so he simply rose from the chair in preparation.

At the same time, the light vanished from the window. The car must have made a sharp curve in front of the apartment.

“?”

As soon as he relaxed slightly, a smashing sound rang out.

Something broke through the window and the outside air rushed in with it.

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“What?!”

A human form bounced off the table and rolled down at his feet.

It was a woman.

The beautiful woman had long black hair. The tree roots indicating she was a dryad started on the back of her neck, extended down with her hair, and wrapped around her naked body.

That body was stained red.

The crimson dye wetting her body gushed from the horizontal gash in her neck.

The Amon in the dream and the Amon who was only a mind cried out in unison.

“Eilen!”

There was no strength in the eyes of the dryad woman.

However, her lips were still moving. They trembled as she tried to express something.

The dream Amon crouched down to hear what she had to say. He tried to pick her up even if it would dirty his clothes.

But the instant he grabbed her slender shoulders and wrapped his arms around her, the dryad named Eilen turned pure white as she Ashed.

It burned Amon a little as he was wet with her blood. Her disappearance scorched his clothes and skin, but he did seem to notice the pain as he gathered strength in his arms and embraced the air so as not to miss her disappearance as she turned to ash.

His lips repeated the same word over and over again as if it were a magic spell. The Amon having the dream could not hear the word, but he knew all too well what it was.

“Sorry.”

That was what he was saying.

His mind turned away as if to avoid that word. He turned from the floor and looked ahead.

He saw something that should not have been there.

Several severed heads were peering inside the room through the broken window.

He recognized all of them. His mother’s face was there, as was Eilen’s even though she had only just Ashed. There was cheerful George, Dixon the knife-thrower, cowardly Rat, Garland, Purcell, Yukimaru, Freesia, Layla, and several others. And at the very center was a new face.

It was Jonathan’s face.

They were all people around Amon who had died…no, been killed. They filled the window and gave him accusing stares.

“We were killed because we were with you, Death Wish Amon. It was all because of you.”

He could swear he heard them cursing him like that. The pressure of guilt was Overridden on the dream and it threatened to crush his mind.

Jonathan opened his mouth.

“Go rush toward revenge in search of a place to die like you used to. Not that ''you'' will die. …You alone will live on and someone else will die in your place.”

A single piece of parchment fell in front of Amon. It should not have been there either. It was the demon contract Jonathan had left behind.

“Of course, even with something like this, a failure like you could never make a contract.”

Amon bit his lip in silence, but the accusations of the dead did not stop.

“Amon, if it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have died.”

“Even if you remain wingless and refuse to use your demonic power, your sins will never vanish.”

“After all, you should not even exist.”

“Now, go out in search of a place to die like always.”

“Don’t you want to become one of us, Death Wish Amon?”

He lowered his gaze. Everything they were saying was true.

He knew that for sure after seeing this dream so many times in the past.

A groaning voice escaped his lips.

“That’s right. All of you want me to die, don’t you?”

But as soon as he asked that…

“That isn’t true.”

He heard a somewhat familiar voice.

He looked in shock at what he held in his arms.

No, ''who'' he held in his arms.

“Eilen?”

He let his guard down just once and called the dead girl’s name.

But the girl in his arms did not turn around.

“It’s okay,” said whoever it was. “It’s okay.”

…''Who is this?

He gently lifted the person in his arms, looked at her face, and found the identity of the girl who had suddenly appeared in this familiar nightmare.