Editing Mushi Uta:Volume 10 Chapter 5 (section)

== 5.05 Kanon The Last ==

Piercing the glowing halo was a Great Yama tiger beetle with differing tusk lengths made of flames. After burning the ring, it kept rising to the sky while howling.

The ring floating in the night sky was engulfed in crimson hellfire. While emitting noise like a death throe, the large halo burned and fell toward the ground.

The howling Great Yama tiger beetle and the giant ring were crashing down, and behind them—

“It was aaaall just a lie created by Kanon and Tama-chan, you know?”

While wearing a tense smile, Kanon confessed.

“A God? The power of miracles? Kanon’s obviously nothing like that. Kanon’s a weak person who can’t do aaanything without being protected by people.”

The believers’ faces were so full of zeal, but now all emotion was gone from their expressions. They stood like mannequins with their arms hanging at their sides, staring at Kanon with wide eyes.

“Kanon never saved anyone until now. Kanon just pretended so and fooled you all!”

The believers wished to have Kanon declare a Holy War and wouldn’t listen to anything else.

Tamaki said this, but was that really true?

No, it was wrong.

There was another keyword they would listen to other than Holy War.

A declaration of a reset.

Only to Kanon’s confession that would put an end to this farce.

“You all fell for Kanon’s lies line, hook and sinker. You were fooled and helped protecting and assisting Kanon…”

Saying this, Kanon turned to Tamaki. His childhood friend had her lip quivering. While shedding a line of tears, she wore a weak smile.

“…Idiot… Kanon…”

Kanon shook his head.

The moment he wanted to save Tamaki and turned to the believers he realized.

He would definitely be able to guide them. If he walked, the number of believers after him would increase, and perhaps he really would be able to become the king binding Mushitsuki.

However, ahead of him—would be nothing but enemies.

That wouldn’t be fun at all.

Kanon and the believers were not laughing like before.

There was no salvation there.

The followers—Mushitsuki—needed salvation. Just like the now-dying Tamaki, moved by the fear known as death, they lost their path.

If so, then the one to lead them had to be someone who knew the right path.

“Ahaha, you guys, you protected Kanon who can’t do anything, you know? Despite Kanon unable to save even a single person, you gave Kanon food and a place to live… you became Kanon’s friends… although you were weak, you did your best to get stronger…”

His vision distorted.

The overflowing tears grazed the scenery of the Abandoned Land which was supposed to be Kanon’s groups’ Holy Land.

Back when they’d stepped inside this place, everyone was smiling. They were all in such high spirits despite it being a run-down castle, and got dirty while cleaning it together.

“Kanon’s just… a liar, so… Kanon’s better gone…”

When had he made the mistake?

Right now, the Abandoned Land Kanon was seeing—looked like hell on earth.

All buildings he could see crumbled down, Mushitsuki were collapsed, and a large ring of fire raised a pillar of flames as it burned.

The Abandoned Land had been filled with so much hope, but now he could only see despair.

“Kanon was unneeded in the first place… everyone was so kind and strong… you had the courage to wait for your turn… to be saved by Kanon, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, you were strong enough to grow stronger… Kanon knew that, and yet… still deceived all of you.”

While shedding tears, Kanon deeply bowed at the followers.

“Thank you… Kanon’s sorry…”

With head still lowered, he spoke.

“Please… save Tama-chan…”

Kanon was already able to live plenty. He was supposed to die in a ditch already, but every time that happened someone reached to him and allowed him to keep living.

Kanon had been saved enough.

So he didn’t care anymore.

Right now—

From now on—

He wanted this world to be one where someone other than Kanon was saved.

“Snow-san.”

Kanon turned back to Anmoto Shiika, lowering his head again.

“Please, somehow… help everyone…”

So it was over.

Kanon told a lie and Tamaki protected that lie.

They piled lies on top of lies. With this tower of lies he was able to see a the tallest scenery possible, and it gave him a taste of the divine, but—

He couldn’t hold all these lies by himself.

He was alone—and he was lonely.

He’d somehow managed to hide that when it was just him and Tamaki.

The weak Kanon couldn’t withstand all these mountains of lies and the loneliness—

“—I’m sorry.”

Anmoto Shiika also lowered her head.

“I’m just like you, Kanon-san. So weak I can’t do anything, and I believe I can’t save anyone.”

Raising her head, Shiika turned to the believers.

“So you will have to save yourself by your own powers.”

Looking straight at the believers, the Rank 1 Mushitsuki who called herself weak spoke.

“And if you can do that and become stronger, I believe you can join powers. If you can become stronger together… please lend everyone your powers.”

Shiika moved her neck. The girl was looking at the piles of rubble and the flame devil standing atop them.

Harukiyo was expressionless. He was intently staring down at Shiika and the rest.

“And perhaps one day… you will make your dream come true.”

The pair of Shiika and Harukiyo briefly crossed gazes—then detached.

Shiika turned to the believers.

Wearing a devil’s smile, Harukiyo turned his back to Kanon.

Being seen by the strongest Mushitsuki—

Kanon’s lie closed its curtains.

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