Chapter 61: The So-Called Salvation
Everything happened too suddenly.
When the rain of spears fell, Oliver struggled, subconsciously wanting to draw his sword to stop it, but before he had touched the hilt of the sword, the two bluebirds had already fallen to the ground. He watched them gush out blood in front of him, turning into ashes. The once beautiful creature left nothing— not even a feather, except a dark bloodstain.
Just a few seconds ago, Oliver could see their slightly opened beaks, but only a desperate silence followed.
He turned his gaze to the mayor’s son. The expression of the big young man was still calm, but his face became almost as pale as his hat. He slowly made a gesture on the cover of the holy scripture and the red light film gradually became transparent. The only remaining Bluebird stood in a pile of ashes. There were no tears, no sounds, and no expression on his feather-covered face. He stood there, letting the spear that penetrated his body release warm blood, as if he had lost even the feeling of pain.
He raised his pair of wings on his arms very slowly and gestured weakly.
“Good.” The girl translated dryly. Her voice was flat without any fluctuation. “…That’s what it says.”
The Bluebird did not pull out the spear. He struggled for a long time before he barely managed to take off leaving behind a string of scarlet blood beads in the air. The weather was good today that his blue figure should have blended into the sky gracefully and perfectly, but the black spear that penetrated his arm caused him to fly askew.
Although the sun was very bright, Oliver suddenly felt cold. He moved his fingers away from the hilt of his sword and shrank his body to ensure that the black shadow was actually covering him. He suddenly noticed that the shadow itself was quivering.
He quickly turned his head. Nemo wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t even looking anywhere. The black-haired young man clutched his ears tightly. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were looking at a certain point in the void. The fingers of his hands were wrapped with a lot of shaking small shadows, which help him block every gap to avoid sound that might drill into the ears.