Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

"It's a pity that William didn't see it."

Zuo Xibai, whose breathing gradually calmed down, looked at the dark sky and said to himself:

"This kid's dominance is not to invalidate others' dominance. It's just because he doesn't want to admit his father's dominance, so he also denied his own dominance."

Why are people related to you unknowingly stained with your color, Baitu Mei?

It can't be a coincidence. There are so many coincidences in this world.

So both William and Chart have absolute observations, all because of you, right?

Zuo Xibai's vision was obscured by a layer of mist. He tried to summon the World Gate just now, and he also wanted to return to the square before he died, to the place where he had fought with Baitu Mei, but he found that the World Gate refused to listen to him and appeared in front of him.

oh. The gang of rulers of Clock No. 2 still found the location of my dream, right?

In the end, I also became the object of stolen dreams.

Almost out of strength.

One thing, because he didn't want to interrupt the conversation between William and Chart, he didn't have time to explain it to William in the end.

Then talk to his kids about it.

"Hey. In the end, I only heard gunshots, but I have no memory of shooting."

"What did you say?"

It was not Charte who responded to him, but Lin Yu who was standing beside him.

Zuo Xibai ignored Lin Yu, but he couldn't ignore his existence.

"I didn't seem to be able to muster up the courage. At that time, I still couldn't pull the trigger on Mei Baitu."

"What do you mean?"

Charte finally raised his gaze, Zuo Xibai's breathing became a little short, and it became difficult to speak.

"I've been thinking about why I ended up shooting Mei Shirato...I didn't find the answer until a while ago."

Zuo Xibai swallowed hard, his hearing had been lost, and only darkness remained in his vision.

"The person who killed Baitu Mei with my own hands was not me, nor your father."

That day when he fought against Mei Baitu to the end, when he collapsed from exhaustion. He saw a person in the crowd with a strange smile, and a crimson flame in his eyes, as if he had been connected to himself for a moment.

Zuo Xibai became weaker and weaker, and even his voice would turn into nothingness, but he knew that Chart, who had inherited absolute observation, would definitely hear it.

"Please, be careful of those around you."

Regardless of whether Chalt could understand what he meant, Zuo Xibai narrowed his eyes and looked at the other side of the deserted star.

The line of sight is intentionally connected with the executioner on the other side. I have no strength left. But it didn't matter, even if he didn't say anything, the executioner could understand what he meant. This is the bond between them, the bond that has risen to a silent tacit understanding.

In the flickering field of vision, he saw his body gradually turning into blue shards and dissipating into the sky.

The words he didn't have the strength to say were accompanied by flying crystal chips. Floating into the thoughts of the executioner.

"Forever, thank you."