Chapter 501 Beelzebub’s confession about Rinoa
The stairs leading to the Room of Initial Termination are not made of metal like the other parts of Narthrador. These stairs are formed from solid memories—fragments of spells, symbols of will, even shards of unfinished sounds. Each step feels like walking on untold stories. Whispers surround them, not to disturb, but... to convey things that even the system could never conclude.
In the depths of the corridor, only two figures move.
Fitran. And Beelzebub.
But Beelzebub... feels much quieter than usual. Her body, which usually moves with arrogance, now slightly slouches. The gaze in her eyes—usually burning with arrogance or hunger—now dims, as if she bears something that is not hers. It's as if a heavy shadow clings to her shoulders, pulling her into darkness.
And as the stairs end at the dark room's courtyard, Beelzebub stops. Her heart races, as if each beat awaits an answer to an unspoken question. She takes a deep breath, struggling against the anxiety that creeps into her soul.
Fitran steps a few meters ahead before realizing his companion is not following. He turns, sensing the helplessness that begins to infect the space between them.
He turns back. "What's wrong?"
Beelzebub stands rigid. Then, slowly, she opens her mouth: Fear and hope swirl within her chest, creating a storm that is hard to calm.
"...Before we go any further... there's one thing you need to know."
Fitran is silent. His gaze hardens slightly, but he does not speak. He allows Beelzebub to take her time, feeling the tension build as if it becomes increasingly difficult for them to rise from the darkness that colors this moment.
Beelzebub looks down. For the first time in her life, she does not know how to speak.